just in time (haibun) CarpeDiem #532 Movement

© CLR 2014
© CLR 2014

Khalil Gibran wrote, “We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Now tell me how could we ever meet at the same place at the same time?”

changing tides
my restlessness has gone
time is at my side
© Chèvrefeuille

How true! We seem to always be focused on time. How fast we can get this done and that completed. When I am writing, I don’t measure my time but I do see that a whole day sometimes has passed me by on my day off. So what? I enjoyed myself; I was able to create and be inspired by my muse. And all this is free and it is not even fattening! I have earned my time to just be and if writing is one of those moments of `being`, so be it!

Years ago, I used to be a personal support worker in homecare. My favourite days were bath days and individuals would humbly allow me to help them with their personal hygiene. I would take my time…up to an hour many times. I felt privileged to be welcomed in their homes like that. I am pretty sure that today, thirty years later, this “time” is considered a rare luxury…sadly so.

I stopped wearing a watch when I had the children and was a stay at home mom for five years. I didn’t need a clock or a watch. Babies and children can easily determine their needs without a clock and so that is how life was then.

internal clocks pulse
mother nurses, cleans, comforts
infant cries
© Tournesol ‘14/08/03

I remember when I first started working as a youth counsellor at our help line, I used to feel uneasy for talking a bit longer than some of my colleagues. Finally after three years, I had this amazing clinical supervisor who had watched me, observed my style and told me it was just the way I was. That was how I was able to engage with youths before they felt comfortable to disclose. When youth asks me if they are taking up too much time and feel they should let go, I tell them, “This call ends when you are finished sharing what you need to get off your chest, and we can find some options to help you through this.”

Sometimes we may be short-staffed due to illness and colleagues may worry seeing there are other callers waiting in the queue. I don’t look at that…I refuse to for I cannot be present with a youth if I my mind is wandering about caller number 2 or 3. I can ONLY take one call at a time and be with that person in a meaningful way.

just ended a call,
sun sets below the skyline
dinnertime.
© Tournesol ‘14/08/03

Submitted for CarpeDiem # 532 Movement

Sweetness (haiga) …CarpeDiemHaikuKai #531

Photo credits: Wikipedia 

“ …It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me”. Khahil Gibran

Chèvrefeuille reminds us about all living things including insects however small are children of Mother Earth just as we are.  Sweetness being the theme he sees this as found among all of Mother Nature`s offsprings as well as the sweetness mixed with tang tasted from fruits.
under the hedge
I saw little creatures crawl
between fallen leaves
© Chèvrefeuille

vibrating cobweb
the spider awakens from his sleep
breakfast is served
© Chèvrefeuille

stow away worms
communion of ants
fallen fruit
© Tournesol ‘14/08/03

I get home late,
gnats fly wildly at the door
wise spider waits.
© Tournesol ‘14/08/03

Submitted for: CarpeDiem #531 Sweetness

Persimmons (Haiku Shuukan )

I never heard of Persimmons before until this prompt.
Shiki apparently was also fond of Persimmons:
sanzen no haiku wo kemishi kaki futatsu

having examined
three thousand haiku poems –
two persimmons

© Shiki (1897)
kaki bakari narabeshi Suma no komise kara
displaying
only persimmons —
small store in Suma

© Shiki (1895)

After reading Georgia’s offering to this prompt, I was interested in reading her post. What a joy to read and see the photos she added of these fruit trees that grow in northern Italy as well as in Japan. Chèvrefeuille has certainly given us a challenging prompt.
At first I thought of not being capable of writing anything but Georgia’s lovely introduction describing Italy’s fruit trees and how these fruits do not conserve as well as our apples , I am piggybacking a bit on her story (hope that’s okay, Cara) and her photos that inspired me to write this:

Photo credits: Wikepedia

Persimmons
over abundance of fruit
rot on lawns

rot on lawns
birds fill their bellies
Persimmons fruit

Persimmons fruit
gaudy orangey red
savour the sweetness

© Tournesol 2014/08/02

Submitted for: Haiku Shuukan #16, Persimmon 

Willow Tree (haiga) (CPHK – #530 Mist)

(c) clr 2014
(c) clr 2014

willow tree

filters glaring star

birds serenade.

© Tournesol ‘14/08/02

Submitted for: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #530 Mist

River listens (shadorma – tilus)

 

This prompt, Chèvrefeuille has discovered Shadorma, a short poetry-form from Spain. I have had the privilege to have learned about this through Bastet in her weekly prompts at Mindlovemiserys Menagerie. I think I was drawn to it as well because Oliana is an island in Spain…so it was most fitting that I learn this poetry-form. The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadorma). I sometimes like to add another form, Bastet introduced to us called Tilus which is 3 lines consisting of 10 sylables 6/3/1 with Shadorma forms to get a message across.

Chèvrefeuille sought the internet and ran into several examples of Shadorma, but this one by Richard Ankers is was one he found beautiful.

Emerald,
Verdant grass of dreams;
Swaying free;
Living free;
Gathered together as one:
Most peaceful landscape.
© Richard Ankers

Here is another lovely example written by Jen at Blogitorloseit.com

Memories
with crocodile teeth
overwhelm
the phoenix –
plumes turn to ash in his mouth –
he singes his jaws
© Jen of Blog It Or Lose It

Here is Chèvrefeuille’s first try at it.

red Roses
sharing their perfume,
morning mist
and the soft breeze
giving it to the whole wide world,
unknown love

© Chèvrefeuille

I think that is a wonderful offering…I could smell the scent of the roses in this poem. Didn`t you?

(c) Clr - 2014 Yamaska River
(c) Clr – 2014 Yamaska River

(shadorma)
salty tears
my river listens
challenges
life’s choices
water roars over the dam
releasing sorrow.

(tilus)
waterfall swallows tears
and then I
smile.

© Tournesol ‘14/08/02

Submitted for: Carpe Diem’s Little Ones #12, Shadorma

Double Rainbow (Tan Renga)

Credits: Double Rainbow

What wonderful haiku and the photo provided is stunning.

 

double rainbow 1(c) Clr 2013 October

 I could not help but be reminded of the double rainbow I had seen on my way from work one day I finished unusually early. It had been raining in mid October and the sky had darkened already save for Montreal street lights, only the rain, my umbrella and bumping into pedestrians kept me alert walking to the Métro. Then as I gazed at the sky, just above the church facing the Métro, I saw a rainbow. I was quite astonished to see it this late in the day and I don’t think I have ever seen such a sight in the Fall. In the country and small towns we are graced with such views but in the city there are too many distractions to really notice. City workers were leaving their buildings and I could not help but notice their faces look up at the sky and smile even after a hard day’s work. Then some people cheered as a second rainbow faintly joined it’s cousin. Thank you Ese for this lovely reminder and haiku and Chèvrefeuille for offering this prompt, it brings me back to fond memories in the country and especially that October fest of colours … and now I have added two Tan Renga to focusing on “time to count blessings” as I am also reminded of that moment last October in Montréal on boulevard Laurier.

 
double rainbow
arches across stormy sky
time to count blessings (Ese)

the joy and laughter of my kids
resonates at the family barbecue (Chevrefeuille)

double rainbow
arches across stormy sky
time to count blessings (Ese)

yuppies stare up openmouthed
filled with wonder and reverence (Tournesol)

double rainbow
arches across stormy sky
time to count blessings (Ese)

gauchely holding umbrella
photograph a miracle (Tournesol)

© Tournesol ‘14/08/02

Submitted for: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #45, “Double Rainbow”

Hot summer (Haiga)

image
Photo credits: Clr ´14

sunflower sways
billowing clouds overhead
wind chimes.

scorching night
 sleeping naked on the cot
cicadas sing

© Tournesol ‘14/08/02
Submitted for: Haiku with Ha – Summer Kigo

Footprints (CarpeDiemHaikuKai #529)

Credits: Foot-prints in the sand

Today Chèvrefeuille is inspired by “Sand and Foam” by Gabril Kahil which is the first prompt of this month. I am still shocked that August has come so quickly!

I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.

© Khalil Gibran

What a wonderful poem to set the mood.

This first prompt of this new CDHK-month is almost a little episode of Carpe Diem “Distillation” and of course you may use the goals of CD-distillation for this episode, that’s all up to you, feel free …

Chèvrefeuille shares a lovely poem once shared in February 2012 for the Haiku Challenge of SiS.

a little verse
to leave my footprint on the Internet
scent of Honeysuckle

scent of Honeysuckle
makes me slumberous
dreaming of passion

dreaming of passion
while walking along the seashore
with the one I love

with the one I love
I undertake a journey
into oblivion

into oblivion
with my pencil and paper
a little verse

a little verse
caught me years ago with it’s beauty –
addicted forever

© Chèvrefeuille

Well, my heart goes pitter patter to that poem and sets me in the right mood for this:

walking on wet sand
eyes closed, breathing in echoes
seagulls

seagulls
squawking along the beach
waves rumble

waves rumble
water rising up my legs
erasing footprints

erasing footprints
loves lost, hearts broken
tears streak

tears streak
evokes blissful desires lit,
walking on wet sand

walking on wet sand
musings blow in the wind
turn into love poems.

© Tournesol ‘14/08/02

Submitted for: FootPrints Carpe Diem #529

Hear or Here (kyoka)

(Kyoka)

Stream of Consciousness

Linda asks us to write here

on what we hear,

read aloud it’s confusing

hearing “here”, “hear” sound alike.

© Tournesol ‘2014/08/02

Submitted for: SoCS Prompt Here/hear.

I squealed (Kyoka)

Hot summer nights

feel a shadow overhead

bat squeals!

I duck and squeal louder

woke up the neighbourhood

(c) Tournesol ’14-08-01