Walking alone by the river he remembers this time years ago, holding her soft hand. They kissed one last time.
magenta glow
river mirrors sun’s adieu
scent of lily haunts
© Tournesol ’15
haunting fragrance (haibun)
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strawberry picking (haibun)
Near their campground was a huge strawberry field and every July the children would pile into the family car in the morning before the hot midsummer sun. Straw hats and lots of sunscreen, the children ran off to do their own thing with a feeling of self-importance and holding their own plastic buckets.
lost in bushes
child pokes his head smiling
strawberry lips
© Tournesol’15
spring fever (Soliloquy no Renga)
Hokku:
Ah! those cherry blossoms
their beauty amazes me again –
finally spring is here
© Chèvrefeuille
soft petals come to life
puffs off the ocean
in all its glory
cherry blossoms boast
festooned Stanley Park
strolling through the park
birth of new relationships
lovers holding hands
pause, admire blossoms’ fair
dawn of spring fever
midsummer dreams
first kiss turns to lustful bliss
autumn weddings set
September comes and goes
couples seek shelter indoors
cozy fire crackles
lovers recall their first kiss
budding spring day
longing for romantic walks
beneath the cherry blossoms
© Tournesol ’15
with bated breath (tanka)
grey-blue sky looms
clouds open with bated breath
droplets kiss their lips
skipping barefoot down the lane
young lovers holding hands
© Tournesol ’15
behind the roar (haiga)
Inspired by:
buds huddle by day
fragrance comes alive at night
affair with the moon
© Manjula Reddy
Scent of jasmine
fuel desires for more
lovers embrace
lovers embrace
river rapids roar
hushing their moans
© Tournesol ’15
scent of jasmine (haiku)
Inspired by:
shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
By the river
chants message of love
scent of jasmine
~
scent of jasmine
river rapids rush
flood her heart
© Tournesol ’15
Written by our host:
scent of Jasmine
sound of a gurgling brook
peace of mind
© Chèvrefeuille
night meets dawn (haibun)
asamutsu ya tsukimi no tabi no ake banare
bridge of morning
a journey of moon-viewing
at dawn
© Basho
Our host has written:
in the thin line
as the night flows into the day
sun and moon together
© Chèvrefeuille
sun and moon dancing
as the night flows into the day –
a skylark’s song
© Chèvrefeuille
Here is my attempt:
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She reflects on her evening’s work; so many youths lost in suffering. It makes her think about life, her adult children and her grandson. Her heart filled with love as she walks back home late into the night.
At home, she sits and begins to write…a purging of thoughts flooding her screen that shines brightly like the full moon in the window. All these thoughts, suffering, doubts and concerns fill her screen as she turns her head towards the window, as if the moon has answers.
hushed contemplations
scrolls by light of the moon,
the early bird chirps
© Tournesol ’15
summer souvenirs (haibun)
After dinner, brother and sister would go to the pier with their mother to fish. The mother didn’t mind putting the squiggly worm on the hook for them. He would feel so proud when he got a bite and would reel in his catch, a small gold carp. Silently (yet beaming) he would unhook the fish and throw it back into the lake to give it a chance to get bigger.
His little sister would through the rod backwards not realizing the hook could catch a human and anyone close by would hide for cover; she was but five years old and took her fishing seriously…her serious look meant “business” so different than the “laissez-faire” allure of her older brother.
They are nice memories of a long ago, by the lake, together, hearing the catamarans rock, soft waves roll in and feel the tug of a fish bite now and then.
wiggly worm
alluring innocence
gold carp
gold carp
pleads for time
swims to freedom
© Tournesol ’15
Written for: CPHK
Thanking our host and patient mentor at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for his dedication and tireless commitment to his blog, our prompts and mostly that has allowed me to grow a bit more each day. Merci Chèvrefeuille!
summer heat (tanka)
softly gasps
wind whistles softly
her nakedness
through the screen door
curve of the moon
(c) Tournesol ’15
Willows weep (haibun)
They arrived at the cemetery, the fourth of July, for the burial of her mother’s ashes. Such a beautiful sunny day and the evergreens mixed with willows made for an appropriate setting. She brought the roses to represent her sister and her, her two children and her nephew and the three grandchildren…adding one red rose for her mother’s husband. A brief prayer was read and they each sprinkled ashes over the urn, “Love you Mom.”
willows weep
breeze kiss her tears
waving adieu
(c) Tournesol ’15
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