Paying respect (haibun)

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The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing


all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects

© Tournesol ’15

nature’s performance (haiku)

© Clr '14
© Clr ’14

bows solemnly
honouring life that was,
enters twilight

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© Tournesol ’15

just in time (haiku)

Mother Nature’s gift

just in time for Mother’s Day

apple blossoms

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wasted fabric (haibun)

© Clr `15
© Clr `15

She walked in the nursing home looking for her mother. The nurse pointed to the old woman by the window in the rocking chair. She gasped! It was not enough dementia had robbed her of her mind…

shrivelled rose
lost in her robe
scents linger

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Ancestral home (haibun)

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

She follows the inspector like a mid-day shadow. He scratches on his notepad, silently walking the perimeter of the weather-beaten house. It leans more towards the river now. She sighs with a heavy heart, not realizing how time and weather has bent the ancestral abode.

weighed memories
 sagging shoulders slope
weathered house bows

by the bank
feeder swings on rusted wire
lives perch

© Tournesol ’15

Written for Carp Diem “Weatherbeaten” meme

dazzling sun rays (haiku)

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Glorious sunshine
captivates to distraction
stumbles on sidewalk

stumbles on sidewalk
sunshine infuses content
despite bitter winds

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Three Word Wednesday

Devotion (haibun)

Since she was a young child she would often whisper a short prayer on her way to school such as The Lord’s Prayer with the image of her grandfather in her mind’s eye and this practice continued as an adult on her way to work.  In the past year she has been chanting her personal mantra with the image of Amma; sometimes her grandmother’s and mother’s images seem to slip in without her control.

Now she simply begins her mantra with the image of Amma and if her grandmother and mother want to slip in, she just goes with the flow. It is a wonderful way to start her day at work. In many ways she feels protected from some of the pain and suffering of her daily work.

(c) Clr '15
(c) Clr ’15

scans the heavens
chanting her mantra
filled with devotion

 

filled with devotion
three mothers protect her
love bursts in tears

(c) Tournesol ’15

memories (haiku)

(c) Clr '14
(c) Clr ’14

sunflower bows
ragdoll in the rain storm
puddles mimic life

alone on the beach
waves try to drown memoirs
making love triumphs

seagulls mock
tears of joy flow in rain storm
vanish like lightning

cool mountain breeze
peony petals flutter
nightingale sings

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Harmony (haiku)

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(c) Clr ’14

autumn wind blows
worm chomps on  fallen apple
early bird smiles

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beautiful sky (haiku)

(c) clr - Tournesol '14
(c) clr – Tournesol ’14

Beautiful is the sky
spring is here at last
sun smiles at me

chasing sunsets
running, how desperate am I!
dusk beats me

quiet night
newborn finally stops crying
hush!

© Tournesol ’15

3WW – Beautiful – Desperate – Hush