Claudia Messelodi and Angelee Deodhar

Tonight I have haiku in English and Italian for you from Claudia Messelodi.  These pieces originally appeared in her 2016 book, Blue Moon (Arcolibri Publishing House).  She wrote the haiku in English and then translated them into Italian.  I follow this order below.


The verdant fir limbs
relentlessly whirl and wheel -
whispers of the wind.

Agili abeti,

turbinii di danze al

soffio del vento.

First day of Autumn -
beds of leaves and our hearts
only one colour.

Ventun settembre -

letti di foglie e il cuore,

solo un colore.

Autumnal soulscape -
sea and sky converge into
a barren bare blue.

D'autunno il cuore -

acqua e cielo di un solo

azzurro scalzo.

Ochre horizon -
on straw-yellow ripples, boats
glide towards the night.

Orizzonte ocra -

su onde di paglia, barche

verso la notte.

Dandelion beds -
the limpidness of March once
again on my path.

Denti di leone -

lucentezza di marzo

sul mio sentiero.

BIO:

Claudia Messelodi lives in Italy where she works as a foreign language teacher at a secondary school. She is the author of five poetry collections. She loves writing haiku and other short forms of poetry both in English and Italian and sometimes in other foreign languages too. Her poetry has appeared in many anthologies and publications over the last few years and was also honored with several awards.

Angelee Deodhar sent these haibun to be published around the time of the Indian New Year.

                                                               Moirai                                                                  

winter evening

the beggar’s breath

joins smoke from the fire*

The homeless sleep outside, trying to preserve body heat under a pile of cardboard boxes or layers of clothes. Some die. About 700 a year in the United States. When I read this report, I was reminded of the dreaded  winters of Northern  India where temperatures plunge below zero degree Celsius, and the death toll rises into the thousands.

In the warmth of a homeless shelter, they would survive, but they can’t always get a shelter bed. Hungry, suffering untreated pain, being dirty, carrying all of one’s contagious belongings, the worst of all is the lack of shoes that fit. Shelters rarely accept their animal companions. Many people prefer sleeping outdoors to giving up their beloved pets.

                                                                

whirling dervishes

in a  homeless body

white silence

Notes :Moirai often known  as the Fates,were the white-robed incarnations of destiny

           *Haiku for E.S.Lamb http://www.haikupoet.com/nest/haiku   

               

Previously published in bottle rockets 2015

Image courtesy http://weheartit.com/entry/group/14678

Haibun :Highlighter

While proof reading and editing, I listen to  the music from yesteryear ,remembering how we danced all night. Now all I do is tap my feet to the tantalizing music …till my grandson insists I dance with him. I oblige and we dance slowly till he realizes I am quite out of breath. We stop, bow seriously, to each other till he kisses my hand; at three and a half he is quite the charming gentleman!

And then he dances solo ,whirls, twirls, dips and bows, then dances en pointe to a free rhythm,waist, hips legs, arms, moving smoothly till the climactic flinging himself into his dad’s arms!

                     gran'ma    and the antique clock    both cuckoo

Painting The dancing lesson by Thomas Eakins Watercolor on off-white wove paper

Let's dance to Gaetano's Italian Jazz Band's "Mambo Italiano":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBn8xG1h49E

Here is Roberto Pregadio's "Chuvinha": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiXcPhiwie4&list=PLUXl043M6v4NxohFiElWT4KUUOHc84PEk

This is Andre Ceccarelli's "Beautiful Country":  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k32YIq6Yzb4&list=PLUXl043M6v4NxohFiElWT4KUUOHc84PEk&index=3

I'll finish with Rino de Filippi's "Scie Luminose":  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBat1H6HZV4&index=6&list=PLUXl043M6v4NxohFiElWT4KUUOHc84PEk

Enjoy!