flat to rent (haiga)

l’arrivée du printemps
l’étourneau trouve son logis
bourgeonnes de l’arbre donne de l’espoir

enter spring
a starling finds his flat
tree buds give hope

melodies of you (shadorma + troiku)

At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we were asked to write a shadorma on “fantasy” and I chose to write about an imagery ending with a troiku.

(shadorma)

month of May
makes me reminisce
Mother’s Day
without you
is never ever the same,
but – now I’m Nana!

tunes play in my head
with eyes closed,
you’re right here
Judy Garland is Somewhere
‘Over the Rainbow

© Clr '14 Colombe (Mom) — © Clr ’14 Colombe (Mom)

(troiku)

your voice seems so real
imageries of long ago
melodies of you

your voice seems so real
your laugh echoes
warms my heart

imageries of long ago
I’m still
ton bébé

melodies of you
Irish Eyes and Edelweiss
make me smile

W is for waves (troiku)

like a tidal wave
beaching on her broken heart
grief

like a tidal wave
taste of rumbling waves
salty tears

beaching on her broken heart
life comes to a stop
filling all the cracks

salty tears
dry and caked upon her cheek
remains of her loss

Blogging from A to Z

Troiku is a form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

une seule plume (troibun)

Walking to work on avenue de Gaspé, she looks at the trees just starting to bud. A seagull screeches overhead. She smiles and wonders if he is announcing to his buddies of some overturned garbage can.

one lone feather
on this city street
where’s the white dove?

one lone feather
message from above
dearly departed

on this city street
searching for leftovers
doves and gulls

where`s the white dove?
Maman, es-tu vraiment là?
ma belle, Colombe

This is a troiku, created by Chèvrefeuille, with a narrative, I now call a Troibun.

Translations:

Title: one lone feather
Mother, are you really there?
Colombe, my departed mother’s name, is French for dove

NaPoWriMo Day 27 April 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

starlit sky (troiku)

under starlit sky
sparkling angels
guide her home

under starlit sky
sense a presence from the past
never feels alone

sparkling angels
spirits of loved ones,
herald from afar

guide her home
by their guiding light
safe and sound

new day (troiku)

morning daybreak
birds chirp in the willow tree
calling a new day

morning daybreak
only the living
… rise

birds chirp in the willow tree
tell tales of mating,
full of life

calling a new day
whistling in the breeze
by the willow tree

sensual clouds (haiga)

curls and swirls,
seductive and flirting
with a rainbow

J is for Joy (Troibun)

Life offers many joys. One just has to stop and notice they are here even in the saddest times, under grey clouds and personal strife. She shuffles reflecting on her solitude wistfully aiming for the city park.