Poetry ~ Waka
Our host, Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, gives us this painting to inspire our writing waka. I have chosen to write a Troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.
disrobing slowly
winter’s slumber lies in wait
blushing
disrobing slowly
watching with heightened interest
lusting
winter’s slumber lies in wait
calculating
patience
blushing
shades of pink and amber
the old maple tree
©Tournesol’117/08/05
At Heeding haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie, our host asks us to write a haibun (prose with a haiku or tanka) inspired by the sculpture below. I looked up the artist, Matteo Pugliese and discovered the name of this piece is La Promessa…
I discovered a new form of poetry last month called The Cherita at Celestine’s blog Reading Pleasure, a gifted Haiku poetess; the Cherita was created by al li. Rather than using prose, I am telling my story with two Cherita followed by a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. I name my haibun a troibun since troiku is the core.
The hidden promise (Troibun)
aggravation started bubbling unexpectedly
all those hopes and fantasies
never seeing the dawn of day
sadness and self-pity
wrapped inside a duvet
used to comfort her
pointing fingers and blaming life is so less painful
staying up late at night
wishing upon a star
waking up dismayed
feeding on crestfallen
crunching on uncertainty
©Tournesol’17/08/05
captive
all those years – stalling
prisoner of self-doubt
captive
wall of hidden truths
fooled to feel helpless
all those years –stalling
that prince of fairy tales
held inside a web
prisoner of self-doubt
unrequited promises
trapped inside her soul
©Tournesol’17/08/05
Inspired by Milan Rajkumar’s lovely haiku:
drying stream
silent verdure stands still
autumn’s arrival ©Milan Rrajkumar
listlessly weaving
season’s new duvet
amber shrouds
last golden jubilee
autumn’s attire
©Tournesol’17/07/28
As a child August meant school was around the corner. With mixed feelings she anticipated a new school year, that smell of fresh ink on new books, her best handwriting on that first page of her scribbler and so much promise to fill her mind…learning anew. Of course there were new students arriving in her little town and new relationships forming opening her heart she smiles, waiting with anticipation. And yet, as months progress death looms in the air as leaves fall and grounds reek of decay…
The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille
(a troiku)
autumn leaves whisper
echoing
that first je t’aime
autumn leaves whisper
endings or new beginnings
paradox of life
echoing
mistakes repeated
over and over
that first je t’aime
fairy tale or mystery
still unresolved
©Tournesol’17/07/28
children giggling
straw hats in open fields
raspberry smiles
children giggling
one for the basket
and two for me
straw hats in open fields
intent concentration
hovered over bushes
raspberry smiles
a mother’s favourite perfume
sweat mixed with sweetness
©Tournesol’17
When she thinks of beach, today, memories of long ago walking along a sandy beach in Maine resurfaces. It was dusk…the tide was up, so she, her family and friends could not walk on the wet sand like they did in the afternoon. She was only eleven; he was fifteen. But they were almost the same height. He may have thought she was more mature in “that sense”.
The wind picked up as they stared out onto the ocean; they walked slightly away from the family both quiet in thought, as if they were in different worlds. She was so young and naïve, he was a romantic and a vibrant adolescent. He was so handsome, she remembers, and spoke little English. For some reason, his words in French were so poetic.
high tide waves
impressive yet cold
bare foot in the sand
high tide waves
bold and calculating
startling splash rouses
impressive yet cold
warmth of his hand rubs gently
on innocent hand
bare foot in the sand
watching life go by in the sea
dreaming different tales
She remembers the softness of his the back of hand gently stoking her hand. It felt so natural like holding hands with her sister or her best friend…comforting, endearing. Thinking about this in her tent that night, she wondered if he felt something different than she…after all he was so much older than she. That summer of 1963 where innocence is still a nice safe place to be.
©Tournesol’17/07/19
Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai : Beach
twilight approaching
narrowing pathway
shadows linger
twilight approaching
birds mocking
my hesitation
narrowing pathway
finally, my eyes can see
a light within
shadows linger
becoming spiritual guides
path of soul-searching
My Travel Journal, (Troiku) is inspired by Chévrefeuille’s meme, “Basho’s Shadow Diary“. One thing I loved reading Basho, The Complete Haiku, translated by Jane Reichhold, was a dark side I could relate to; I find beauty in the darkness now since so many thoughts form into haiku or verses, lifting the darkness ever so gradually. Somewhat like the darkness is the murkiness of the mud until a lotus surfaces above water.
©Tournesol<17/07/07
early morning rise
shuffling to make coffee
crunch of a cockroach
early morning rise
even spiders feel lazy
in the heat
shuffling to make coffee
grinding dark roasted beans
startles a cockroach
crunch of a cockroach
cutting through the morning haze
a piercing scream
©Tournesol’17/07/17
This troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille was written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, with the summer kigo “cockroach”
in the twilight
cloud of mist rises
soft moans through the night
in the twilight
swallows nestle for the night
cicadas hum
cloud of mist rises
forming ghostly shapes
over the river
soft moans through the night
golden glow of moonbeams
tangled limbs glisten
©Tournesol’17/06/17
At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we are inspired by Jane Reichold’s haiku using the summer kigo word “twiling”. Her verses as well as our host’s are absolutely stunning and any one an inspsiration to write. You can also start your haiku with “in the twilight” which I chose to do to write my Troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chévrefeuille.
Sitting on the train coming home it was tricky taking photos since our car was going backwards…it felt like running backwards as I chased sunsets
circles forming
fire falling from the sky
casting shadows
(c) Tournesol’17-07-11
Daily Moments – Chasing sunsets July 11, 2017
Tournesol dans un Jardin 