Category: Haibun

the other side of gloom (haibun)

 

Kim had moved to the big city seeking a better life; major changes are difficult especially in the beginning. She was well aware of that. She felt so isolated being away from family and friends. She was not accustomed to the standoffish air of some city folks making her transition even more challenging.

Up at dawn every morning on her way to work, she would drive by the lake greeted by the sun slowly rising over the lake. Each morning she felt blessed and encouraged, sensing the Great Spirit must be smiling at her.

new dawn beckons
blinding all despair
promises of hope

©Tournesol’17/09/14

Written for Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

103 words

nature’s release (haibun)

©clr 2014

Emma had been walking for hours in the dank chilly night. She had set out to walk off some steam but now her rain boots felt more like they were filled with lead.  So much tension had been building over the years and now she felt she just might collapse.  There was no way she could diffuse all those years of grief to trickle in a safe way.  “No,” she thought to herself, “I just might hurt someone with this pent up misery.”

She found herself in front of her old church, she had not seen in decades …probably for her grandmother’s funeral.  Crossing the street, she felt the rain start to pour, and  blending with her tears.

Leaning over the railing, the roar of the current was impressive.  Would her faith be strong enough to hold her back?

embracing cascades
spilling into dark waters,
releasing her despair

©Tournesol’17/09/14

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

148 words

never-ending road (troibun)

©http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1248-ending-road.html

Journeys have their tales of trials and tribulations. Each crossroad offers choices. Each obstacle offers a challenge…a lesson to embrace.

(troiku)

walk on
broken bridges
through dense fog

walk on
never ever give up
this boundless road

broken bridges
unlike shattered dreams
just a turning point

through dense fog
the Tea Pot
leads the way

©Tournesol’17/09/04

Our host at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai presents us with a photo (above) to inspire our muse and imagination.  A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host.

 

lifetime replayed one last time (haibun) daily moments, August 30/17

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They walked along the riverside silently. Occasionally he would put his arm around her waist making sure she did not trip over the mounds on the grass. This would be there last time on the property. So many years passed. So many memories. A lifetime of giggles, squeals and splashing, crying and shouting echo on the water like a thousand and one ghosts. She turns her head slightly to look at her lifetime mate.

liquid blues gaze
once upon a lifetime
her heart still flip flops

©Tournesol’2017/08/30

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©Clr`17

Daily moments – August 30th – lifetime replayed one last time (haibun)

 

Daily Moments   releasing negativity August 28 2017 Haibun

On the drive home she remembered she had purchased an album last month and she connected her Iphone to the car radio all the way home.

lost in thought
half moon hears her chant
purging despair

purity of voice
filling every fibre of her soul
Mahakatha

©Tournesol’17/08/29

Daily Moments   releasing negativity August 28 2017  Haibun

painful goodbyes (haibun)

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/photo-challenge-178/
© Barbara Florczyk

Saying goodbye can be so painful and that is what she did at the train station this evening. Idle chatter filled their last hour sitting on the platform waiting for the train.  When the whistle blew, LAST CALL…they both stopped talking.  They stared at each other for the longest two minutes without exchanging one word.  Their eyes searched into each other’s soul, trying to transcribe those heavy thoughts.  Their eyes swam in painful puddles…tears rolling down their cheeks…still, not a word.

The train’s engine started up and they simply hugged each other tightly for a brief moment and he picked up his valise and turned towards the train, never looking back.

Rather than take a cab home, she decided to walk the 10 kilometre passage on foot.

piercing emptiness
tearing at her heart
tears spill from heaven

©Tournesol’147/08/29

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Photo Challenge

 

Sweet Travels – Daily Moments Aug 27 / 17

(c) Clr – 2014 Yamaska River

Whenever she feels mystical shifts in her mind’s eye she simply allows images to tell their own story.Dusting off old narratives, a surge of waves of old and new dance together playing “catch-me-if-can” until they marry and lock onto a fresh canvas waiting for the artist’s inspiration…

thoughts linger
draped in cobwebs
quieting the mind

thoughts linger
weightless joy
makes her smile

draped in cobwebs
secrets of the night
lie in wait

quieting the mind
rhythmic waves
reaching nirvana

~

Aw the mind!
offers such sweet passages
to explore

©Tournesol’17/08/27

Daily moments – August 27th 2017  sweet travels  (troibun) – and  at Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday (SoCS)  and the prompt is “when”

Daily moments – Life is like that (haibun) August 24/17

Sometimes I get up in the morning and I am dazed, with dreams still lingering in my mind. Those first few seconds where I ask myself, “Um, what day is it? Where am I?” and slowly I come back to my real mundane world.

This morning was like that and as the day progressed, it changed from satisfying and calm to frustrating and chaotic. Now, all of this was going on in MY mind! Personal situations started bubbling. Then, you know when you day is going smoothly and then you ask for something out of the ordinary to someone yet, simple in a logical world would be a no brainer. Well, we do not always live in a logical world, now do we? Everyone has their own thing, their own moods, their own triggers and their own perceptions and ideas of logical.

The longer it takes to get a response to my request, the more I regress to that snot faced toddler stomping his feet…yep, that is pretty much how I felt. Part of me was silly and childish and another part of me was logical trying to make sense in a less than logical environment. Now mind you, this was still all going on in my mind again…good thing no one saw the scenarios in my mind’s eye!!

Well, my blood pressure surely went up a notch or two and that can be dangerous with a seasoned person like me but now I am calmer. Things are sorted out and I have grown out of my toddler’s shorts and I’m all “growed up now!”

inhaling a new day
golden glow on blue canvas
life can be like that

dark clouds loom mid-day
bright moods turn to gloom
life can be like that

day’s end takes a turn
orange and magenta skies
life can be like that

©Tournesol’17/08/24

Daily moments – Life is like that  (haibun) August 24/17

Daily moments August 22/17 catching dreams (haibun)

Bits and pieces of the dream comes to mind. Two men and a woman open act one and towards the last act, after many exchanges and events, two women and one man bow for their performance.

A very illogical dream comprising of penises and vaginas…yes, I kid you not!! Absurd as it may seem. I kept coming in and out of sleep but would get back into the action of things each time.  There was talk about operations, if I remember some dialogues in the dream. At the end I was shocked to see that there were now 2 women and one man.  “Aww,” I thought to myself, “I guess that was the talk about penises…one was removed and a vagina put in place.”  What a weird dream!

moving pictures
in the shrine of her mind
roll in endless loops
bizarre performances
all night long

(c) Tournesol’17-08-22

Daily Moments – catching dreams (haibun)

savouring nature (troibun)

Nearing the end of summer is such a busy and pleasant time of year. Fruits are still plentiful at the farmer’s market, we can smell the peaches, plums and first pickings from the apple orchard. Vegetables are in abundance and it is a time to make homemade ketchup, pickled beets and bread and butter pickles. Kitchens are filled with aromas and tiny hands reaching for a spoon to savour the fruits of our mother’s and grandmother’s labour.

harvesting season
golden honey on my tongue
taste of heaven

harvesting season
tart and crunchy Lobos
first apple pickings

golden honey on my tongue
mixed with lemon and ginger
GrandMaman’s potion

taste of heaven
after dinner digéstif
apricot brandy

©Tournesol’17/08/21

Haiku Horizons: Prompt “Taste”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.