hearing sounds (haibun)

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Haibun, haiga, Haiku, Tournesol dans un jardin 1 Minute

when I close my eyes,
brings me back in time
her voice soothes me

her voice soothes me haiga
      June 22, 1926 – Dec. 2, 2014

Snippets of her presence slip into dreams when least expected. Sometimes her shadow appears  in the most unlikely moments, and yet I know it is she…

mom

scent of Givenchy
taking in her playful laugh
visits in my dreams

parfum de Givenchy
enveloppé par son rire taquin
rendez-vous dans mes rêves

© Tournesol ’15/12/02

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A little bit about moi: I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator. I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors. Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka. I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other. http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com

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13 thoughts on “hearing sounds (haibun)”

  1. It’s always fascinated me how our memory works .. a whiff of perfume and a whole scene opens up, including sensory feelings, like perhaps a warm breeze … just beyond perception. lovely haibun and loved lookin at your photos of your Mom.

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