Niagara Falls (troibun)

red rock waterfall
into emerald pools
cedar incense

water blackened rocks
falling with the waterfall
some of them

chipped rock
the shape of water
falling

white rim
on black rock light falling
with the water

Image result — (c)ShutterBox – Niagara Falls, Onatrio

The first time she visited Niagara Falls, she was a teenager, visiting him. Returning thirty years later, brought back old wounds not quite healed. The falls were famous for honeymooners and lovers but that day, they were more…

rumbling falls
pouring out her soul
mist shielding tears

rumbling falls
rainbow curtain
above white ruffles

pouring out her soul
melting cruel memories
softens the heart

mist shielding tears
cleansing
liberating

©Tournesol’16

Shawbridge creek (haibun)

summer creek
the fish in me getting
fish kisses

summer-hot hills
folding together
dry creek beds

without a boat
crossing the creek
pine shadow wind

She has such fond memories up North in Shawbridge, now called Prévost at the family cottage. It was built by her great grandfather who arrived from Ballybunion,Ireland in the late 19th century. They called this summer place, Kilarney Cottage and it could house at least twenty people with nine bedrooms and only one bathroom in the kitchen downstairs. The house was next to a clear water creek. Children as well as grownups loved to skip the rocks in the creek. If you slipped, you got a startle from the frigid water. She remembers screaming with delight when she managed to skip more than ten rocks. Tucked in bed late at night, the adults still partying downstairs. The fresh cool air and sound of the running water from the creek muffled the laughter and clinking of glasses.

icy water flows
fish splashing at sundown
roaring creek lulls

in the dead of night (troibun)

midnight blue ink
river flows
writing sorrows

midnight blue ink
mocking muses
running off stories

river flows
blending old and current
muddied waters

writing sorrows
drowning at dawn
so boring and trite

Writing about twilight inspired her stay in that moment and wait by the river as dusk turned to twilight and twilight turned to midnight…the wee hours of the night when thoughts rushing in the mind seem to take over and rambling reflections start shouting and the subconscious takes on a life of its own. Yet, wisdom deciphers what is and what is not…

©Tournesol’16

Where dusk meets twilight (tanka)

breathtaking
melting blues to greys
halting presence
life’s mysteries
lovers anticipate

©Tournesol’16

Inspired by Jane Reichhold:

darkness slipping in
water that cannot be still
twilight

nautical twilight
the sea gives its last light
to the sky

twilight
among early stars
sea bird’s cry

Mathew Billings – Where Dusk Meets Twilight

30 Days of Haiga (September 11 to 17th)

30 Days of Haiga – Sepbember 11th to 17th at 19 Planets Art Blog

absorbed
stubby fingers drop a stitch
Grand-Maman soothes

September 11, 2016 Prompt: grandmother, grandfather or grandparents

a mother’s keepsakes
masterpieces
from her children

GrandMaman
reading my tea leaves
in the kitchen

September 13, 2016 Prompt: found in a kitchen

setting sail
looking for lost promises
autumn breeze

(c)Tournesol’16

September 14, 2016 Prompt: from the movie “To Catch A Thief” or boats

exploring paths
safely
wind at my back

(c)Tournesol’16

September 15, 2016 Prompt: (felt) hats or hats

Harvest Moon

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

(Troiku)
above the smoke
suspended
the moon

above the smoke
peering over steel wings
harvest moon

suspended
daunting darkness shields the moon
my heart stops

the moon
not above, but just beside me
brings me home

suspended
daunting darkness shields the moon
my heart stops

Sept. 16, 2016 Prompt: full moon—without the word “full”
[in haiku the word “full” is rarely used because it is understood. in other words when you see the word “moon” in haiku it means “full moon”. all other kinds of “moon” are given a specific name: new moon, super moon, three quarter moon etc.]

beholding
nature’s silent concert
on the shore

(c)Tournesol’16

September 17, 2016 Prompt: on a coastline or shore

amber glow (haiku)

Our host, Chèvrefeuille says :

«Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Maybe it’s a little bit strange to have departing spring for prompt today, because on the Northern Hemisphere we are running towards autumn and on the Southern Hemisphere spring is almost starting, so departing spring?

Let me tell you why I came to this choice. As I heard of Jane’s passing away I was really sad. Jane a nice friend, my mentor and co-host had departed. Jane brought something new to my haiku as I got to know her. She brought beauty and simplicity into my haiku … she gave my haiku new life. New life is spring, but now … with the passing away of Jane … that new life starts to depart from my haiku. It feels like a lack of inspiration, a writer’s block … so departing spring is to me more than what it says … the ending of spring and the start of summer … Will I get my summer? Will I get my spring, my new life back?

I am still in mourning, not only for my dad, but also so for Jane … I will miss her as much as I miss my dad.

departing spring
to remember the words
I hum the tune

What a strong haiku. It gives words to what I am feeling. I read all of Jane Reichhold’s books again and again to stay in tune with her spirit … I have to remember her, we have to remember her here at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, the weblog which she finds the best on the Internet.
I feel proud, but humble, that Jane Reichhold was part (and still is) of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Her spirit we will feel here as long as CDHK will exist … and for sure I will cherish her spirit in everything I do here at CDHK.

in deep silence
drizzling rain
rustling of leaves

Her mother passed at the edge of autumn, the second of December.

© Cheryl-Lynn R. '15 — © Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15

memories of amber
cold winter slumber,
heartfelt

mysteries of the night (Tanka)

sun glowed in the night
mother and daughter laughing
like best friends
special visits seem so real
until you wake up

Daily Moments mysteries of night (Tanka) September 5 2016

I dreamed all night with such joy; my mother and I laughed, sharing umpteen stories. The scene was so bright with the glowing sun. Awakening at dawn, before the bright sun rose, felt so lost and morose.

Inspired by this haiku on mysteries: