Category: mindlovemiserysmenagerie

longing (Pleaides ~ Haibun)

A Pleiades is a 7 line poem created by Craig Tigerman.  It is named after the stars in the Pleiades star cluster in the constellation Taurus.  Each line has 6 syllables and begins with the same letter – which is the first letter in the (one word) title.

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(Pleiades) 

lolling on nature’s bed
look-up to the heavens
long for lavish showers
lustrous stars flourishing
left speechless and breathless
lamenting for lost souls
lust filled stars shimmering

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(Haibun)

Every year in mid-August, they used to lounge on the ground…two couples, heads touching looking up to the sky, pointing, shouting and alerting each other of a shooting star. All night long eyes caught in the sea of Pleiades that cool summer night. Year after year, it was a ritual at the camp by the lake. The children stayed up with the adults until midnight. The parents stayed up until four in the morning, not one bit of tiredness for their conversations between shooting stars sightings they bonded as adults, man, woman, mother, father, husband wife and sailors.

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August Perseid
lay in wait on dewy grass
counting shooting stars

© Tournesol ’15

Mindlovemiserysmenagerie – BP Shadorma and Beyond

First day of spring (haibun)

The prompt last Wednesday is a lovely narrative of spring and why our host, Chèvrefeuille loves this season. I, too, love this time year, filled with fresh new beginnings. The promise of life, rebirth, flowers blossoming, birds nestling and nature finally coming alive after a long peaceful rest.

Our host wrote this haibun on the first day of spring. There is still snow on the ground here in Québec, end of March with a few risks of snow storms. What gives one hope is seeing those tulip bulbs that were planted in the fall, burgeoning in March and April. Well, unless of course a rabbit or squirrel munched on the bulbs during the winter. One must plant double the amount to make sure a floral harvest. My favourites are red tulips.

one tulip stretches
budding red peaks through white quilts
first day of spring

first day of spring
sleeping beauty awakens
blushing promise

© Tournesol’15

Plop interuptus (haiku)

Our host at Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to rewrite this famous haiku by the master, Matsuo Basho

furu ike ya / kawazu tobi komu / mizu no oto

old pond
a frog jumps into
the sound of water

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

A description of the surroundings when Basho experienced this moment, by the old pond were Japanese yellow roses (yamabuki) growing around the pond.  Here is my rewrite.

Yamabuki (Yellow Roses, Kerria Japonica)

scent of roses
by the old pond
frog plops

© Tournesol ’15

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autumn walk (haiga)

more autumn leaves

late afternoon walk
cascade of autumn colours
way to end my day

© Tournesol ’15

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – autumn colours

autumn’s bliss (haibun)

© Clr’14 taken first week of October – a stranger accepted to be photographed on this glorious day!

Shivering in the cool air shortly after dawn, you can see her breath in smoke signals as she walks quickly to stay warm. Lunchtime has a change of heart…

midday radiance
greets a summer’s breeze –
season’s treat
fall’s tucked up on a shelf
dead leaves shed their tell-tale scents

© Tournesol ’15

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

cornfield boasts (haiku)

 

© Clr `15
© Clr `15

 generous harvest
the shelter plan a corn roast,
midsummer dream

© Tournesol ’15

MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille

Ancient sailor (tanka)

scotland

moors on Isle of May
mists over the foreign highlands
under harvest moon
old mariner feigns to see
heather in his Bonnie’s hair

(c) Tournesol ’15

We were to complete the following haiku:

Here is the challenge: We are to complete the haiku below; adding the first and third line plus we have to use another kigo (seasonword); in the second line the “mists” refers to autumn …

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mists over the foreign highlands

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Here is our host’s completed haiku:

ancient warriors ghosts
mists over the foreign highlands –
waiting for the full moon

© Chèvrefeuille

Heeding Haiku at Mindlovemiserysmenagerie

little prince (haibun)

Photo Challenge #71, Habitat, July 28, 2015

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– NEKNEERAJ

The little prince would wake up before the servants so he could watch the sun rise. He would run out into the field, such a little tyke of only five and sit crossed legged in the darkness and wait. The sun peeked slowly through dark clouds and he felt the ground tremble under him …a steady drumming until the sun shone on his face. He heard singing in a language he did not understand but the voices came from children he could not quite see. He imagined cherubs smiling and floating around him…he remembers Mother showing him images of these “angels”, she called them.

He would run back home and climb back into bed and pretend to be asleep when Mother came in to kiss him good morning.

“Come, child, it is time for your singing lessons.” He jumped out of bed so excited to learn more. His spirit seemed to soar when he sang. The lesson lasted three hours and for a child his age it was like an entire day. The rest of the day he went out to play in the field with the children of servants until sunset…

At that moment he would run away from the children to his special spot he usually sat early mornings and looked at the sun dip into the horizon. The trembling was not there, the singing was not either, only the faint sound of a flute that seemed to cry softly bringing tears to his eyes as Mother Nature bid him good night.

(tanka)

morning sunshine
earth shudders…`tis time
message in the glow
enchanting chorus echoes
communion of their souls

© Tournesol’15

Written for Photo Challenge at MindLovesMiseryMenagerie