Archive for the ‘My poems’ Category

kintsugi: japanese pottery inspires poetry

April 11, 2013

This poem was inspired by a tweet from @RobertYellin The art of making broken pottery more beautiful, kintsugi. pic.twitter.com/Q1ZLWzWQs

I replied @kenchawkin Wow! What a metaphor for turning obstacles into opportunities. Life’s lessons builds character.

I thought about it and made it into a haiku, then a tanka, and sent it as another reply to his tweet.

I also thought it was appropriate for a piece of Japanese pottery to have inspired a poem in one of the forms of Japanese poetry. I don’t speak Japanese but am reading kintsukuroi as having five syllables.

Here is a link to Wikipdedia explaining kintsugi or kintsukuroi. Read the explanation under the picture of the piece of pottery, then the poem.

kintsugi

kintsugi tanka

kintsukuroi
turning obstacles into
opportunities

life’s lessons build character
what was broken is now whole

Robert Yellin was featured on this blog before. See Takumi is not ‘lost in translation’ in this beautiful film about Japan’s diverse artisan tradition.

Haiku With My Muse, Sali, inspired by Paul Horn

March 20, 2013

Haiku With My Muse

You are my soul mate
With you, I can be mySelf
Together, We Are

© Ken Chawkin
With Sali at Parkview
Sunday, March 17, 2013

See Celebrating Paul Horn and his Contribution to Jazz, World Music, Meditation and Spirituality.

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Tanka for Ibu Robin Lim, CNN Hero of the Year

March 1, 2013

Tanka for Robin Lim
2011 CNN Hero Robin Lim*

Holding out her hands
At the door between both worlds
She welcomes new souls

Ibu Robin is her name
Catching babies is her game

*Midwife is her claim to fame

See Fairfield Ledger: CNN Hero Robin Lim visiting Fairfield, and early news coverage for Robin Lim is the 2011 CNN Hero Of The Year.

See these videos: Fairfield honors 2011 CNN Hero of the Year Robin Lim at Sondheim Theater for the Performing Arts. And these school presentations: CNN Hero of the Year for 2011, Robin Lim, speaks on Becoming a Hero at the Maharishi School for the Age of Enlightenment in Fairfield, Iowa on November 14, 2012. Robin Lim on Finding the Hero Inside Yourself at the Fairfield High School. (better sound quality)

For more information, visit Robin Lim’s websites: BumiSehatBali.org, and WisdomBirth.org, still under construction.

“Sanctifying Morning” is a poem by Ken Chawkin on one way to be “spiritual but not religious”

February 17, 2013

Sanctifying Morning is a poem I wrote four years and one month ago today. It may remind you of the phrase, “spiritual but not religious,” how millions of Americans now identify themselves, a trend I was not aware of until I learned about it from Philip Goldberg, author of American Veda. TM* is my way of being spiritual but not religious.

Sanctifying Morning

Charcoal in a church,
Incense-filled smoke,
Knees on the ground,
Wafer on a tongue —
Prayers ascend the sky.

It’s Sunday morning,
And I have my own rituals.
The smell of burnt toast sanctifies the morning air.
Orange rinds round out the debris of breakfast.
Fumes float upwards from a hot coffee cup.

Having pacified the body’s urges,
With no work to be done today,
Though the senses focus outward,
It’s time to bring them within,
And prepare for this peaceful morning.

I retire to my meditation room,
Sit comfortably, and close the eyes.
Thinking my mantra, effortlessly,
I descend to the depths of my mind,
And transcend.

My body follows —
Breath slows, and suspends,
Heart beats quieter,
Brain cells speak softly, in unison —
I’m at peace with myself.

This is the true communion of the spirit
Within the church of the Self.
No pews are required here
As one prepares to meet the maker
Of one’s life.

© Ken Chawkin
January 17, 2009
Fairfield, Iowa, USA

*TM stands for Transcendental Meditation. It’s not a religion. To me, it’s a spiritual practice that is compatible with any or no religion. Today millions of Americans admit to practicing some form of meditation. Members of different faiths practice Transcendental Meditation, including monks, nuns, priests and rabbis. Even atheists and agnostics meditate. You may too, some day, if you haven’t, already.

Blue Dragonfly—A Love Renga for Valentine’s Day

February 2, 2013
Deep Cove BC Accommodations, Deep Cove B&B, Deep Cove BC Kayak Shops, Tofino Maps, Photos, Deep Cove, BCA Blue Dragonfly
Flits about the light-filled pond
Looking for its mate

Do you get blue sometimes too
Wandering the world for love

If you’re still enough
You may find yourself being
The one to attract

As sattva gathers the means
So love comes to those who wait

© Ken Chawkin
February 2, 2013
Fairfield, Iowa, USA

Telling the Story of Silence by Ken Chawkin

September 13, 2012

Telling the Story of Silence
Yato vacho nivartante tad dhama-paramam mama*

That Silent place
From where speech returns
Is where Poetry begins

Scrawling across the page
It transforms itself
Into language

Standing up it walks
Straight into your heart
Singing its song

You have to emphasize
The nothingness
For something to be said

It speaks for itself

*From where the speech returns, that is my supreme abode.
Taittriya Upanishad 2.4.1 and Bhagavad-Gita 15.6, 8.21

© Ken Chawkin

This poem, What You May Not Know About Frankenstein, by Bill Graeser, was an inspiration! This poem by my son says it all: INSPIRATION, a poem by Nathanael Chawkin. Related poems on this theme: Coalescing Poetry: Creating a Universe, Storytelling—a poem on the storytelling process, and Poetry—The Art of the Voice.

Cliffhouse Deck at Dusk, 6th haiku in 13 Ways to Write Haiku: A Poet’s Dozen, brings our attention to a tiny soft sound, making us aware of the ‘loud’ vast silence, a point that enlivens infinity. John Cage would agree.

Just came across this 16-second introduction by John Cage to his composition 4’33″ which says the same thing, in his own inimitable way. His literal truth and sense of humor come through.

The material of music is sound and silence.
Integrating these is composing.
I have nothing to say,
and I am saying it.

For the musicians who ‘performed’ the piece, and the audience who listened, the silence was palpable, as you’ll hear from Tommy Pearson’s introduction and concluding comments with Tom Service in this BBC Symphony Orchestra performance of John Cage at the Barbican. Towards the end he quotes Cage as saying, “Everything we do is music.”

You may also enjoy Writers on Writing–What Writing Means To Writers and the links at the end to other posts on writing.

History Haiku/Tanka by Ken Chawkin

September 2, 2012

History Haiku/Tanka

Past is a Story
Partially made up by you
As is the Future

In between is the Present
How much are you living Now

© Ken Chawkin
September 1, 2012
Fairfield, Iowa, USA

Haiku On The Nature of Haiku

July 19, 2012

Haiku Defined

3 lines, 2 spaces,
17 feet to walk thru;
then, the unending

Haiku Discovered

a poem unfolds
as words take their place in line
this one’s a haiku

Art of the Haiku

do away with words
and you’ll have a way with words
speak less and say more

When Writing Haiku

trim off excess words
expose the bones of meaning
enter Truth deeply

© Ken Chawkin

Other haiku you might enjoy: Transformed—my first haikuCOMMITTED (a two-haiku poem) | Art of the Haiku by Ken Chawkin | Five Haiku | 13 Ways to Write Haiku: A Poet’s Dozen | A Haiku on Haiku Poets | A Haiku on The Heart of Haiku. Search this blog for more haiku and tanka.

Art of the Haiku by Ken Chawkin

July 19, 2012

Art of the Haiku

do away with words
and you’ll have a way with words
speak less and say more

© Ken Chawkin

Also see Haiku On The Nature of Haiku

Two spontaneous haiku while talking to Sali

June 17, 2012

These two haiku were composed spontaneously while talking to my friend Sali. She’s also my muse, and keeps me, both of us, amused.

I

Our body’s a purse
containing the universe.
Can you spare some change?

II

The bib testifies
to the lunch that was eaten—
Boy, that was good food!

© Ken Chawkin
Fairfield, Iowa

Phrases come out spontaneously while talking with Sali. I count the syllables and realize they make up the first two lines of a haiku, then come up with the third line. Don’t know where they come from, but the juxtapositions make us laugh. The first haiku was composed mid-morning, and the second while feeding Sali her lunch, on Saturday, June 16, 2012. Posted them today, Fathers Day, Sunday, June 17, 2012.


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