Daily Moments ~ May 27 2016 midday siesta troibun

Strolling on a quiet street close to two in the afternoon, she is reminded of this special time in the day when her children were little. When they were babies they were napping and as toddlers, they were told it was quiet time and they would play quietly in their rooms for an hour. Sometimes they would read and fall asleep. There was often resistance but she knew they needed time to refuel. Their crankiness was a sure sign of a welcoming rest.
She walked passed a row of trees along the railway tracks in front of the houses. Humming sounds of city traffic further away and one particular tree seemed to have some commotion going on.

cacophonic peeps
leaves flutter to sopranos
cicadas trill

cacophonic peeps
maternal chirps prevail
midday siesta

leaves flutter to sopranos
hatchlings’ rehearsal
children’s choir

cicadas trill
sun’s burning rays
dog in the shade

I exist – Latifa Prayer, Episode 2 (troibun)

As early as I can remember, times I just knew I did exist was looking at my mother’s face beam at me. I felt alive and at one with her then. I think that period is different for everyone but the symbiosis was powerful between my mother and me. I never questioned my existence in her presence.

reflection of me
in those hazel eyes
I am perfect

I am not sure when I felt separate. As I understood more about G-d and The Eucharist (communion) again, I felt connected and not separate. I used to feel a warmth or glow so intense after communion, it made me weep…

if He exists
then and only then
am I

Later in my adult life, learning various imageries and meditation starting with mindful breathing, I chose two imageries to form one which I have been doing for decades that make me feel free of the clutters of worry and stress …then I begin to exist.

each breath
urging through the darkness
fuels surrender

each breath
pure air
gives life

urging through the darkness
the spirit
grows

fuels surrender
emerge above the surface
like a lotus

Episode 2, The Latifa Prayer “I exist” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

sparrows wait (troibun)

Such a lovely spring day to be in a park. An old couple sit on a park bench. The man leans on his cane, watching his life partner talk to the birds. Gnarled fingers toss seeds to the pigeons, then places a plastic bowl filled with seeds under the bench where grateful sparrows wait.

cycling by the park
boy holding tight,
kite on a string

cycling by the park
child hangs on the monkey bar
squeak of swings

boy holding tight,
hand on her swollen belly
teeter-totter moans

kite on a string
dancing on blue canvas
how the wind sings!

(100 words)

Written for Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.

We are asked to write a haibun of 100 words with the theme the circle of life. I chose to include a troiku making my narrative and haiku a troibun. To see what a troiku is, check at our host’s website CarpeDiemHaikuKai here.

Daily Moments – silken blessings (troibun)

She saw an ant by the living room window…a sure sign spring is nearing summer. The heat is already getting to her with the ragweed gnawing at her sinuses. Her chest is heavy although she blames the pollution and the pollen of the old oak tree and ragweed. Yes, that’s it, dust and pollution.

(c) Clr '15My grands, Mia and Heidi (sisters) — (c) Clr ’15My grands, Mia and Heidi (sisters)

In July she will be house and pet sitting for a week in Rougemont, a small village known for its apple orchards. In the back yard there are very berry bushes, three apple trees, lilacs, rose bushes and a long yard for Mia and Heidi to run. The end of the yard is lined with various trees that give an illusion of being in the country by the forest. She likes to sit there at mid-day in the shade and cool breeze the leaves offer her. The girls have their spot in the shade after they’ve had their time to play tag and play wrestle. They are sisters but fraternal twins. Mia is a Golden mix and Heidi is a German Shepherd mix. And she, is their Nana.

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apple blossoms
blessings in many forms
fingertips on silk

apple blossoms
fruitful
promises

blessings in many forms
Golden licks a hand
that pets her

fingertips on silk
under the elm tree
spellbound

Daily Moments Silken Blessings Troibun May 14, 2016

une seule plume (troibun)

Walking to work on avenue de Gaspé, she looks at the trees just starting to bud. A seagull screeches overhead. She smiles and wonders if he is announcing to his buddies of some overturned garbage can.

one lone feather
on this city street
where’s the white dove?

one lone feather
message from above
dearly departed

on this city street
searching for leftovers
doves and gulls

where`s the white dove?
Maman, es-tu vraiment là?
ma belle, Colombe

This is a troiku, created by Chèvrefeuille, with a narrative, I now call a Troibun.

Translations:

Title: one lone feather
Mother, are you really there?
Colombe, my departed mother’s name, is French for dove

NaPoWriMo Day 27 April 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

V is for vernissage (haibun – haiga)

The artist was excited as she hung her last canvas for her vernissage at the local public library. She was always impressed at the amount of people who showed up on weekends, rain or shine for these humble viewings. Under each canvas she went around to tape on the wall a haiku her niece sister had written , adding subtle and thoughtful meaning to her art.

light of day fades
fragmented promises
slip away

light of day fades
thoughts that once, seemed important
seem to disappear

fragmented promises
never had
the time of day

slip away
unfulfilled promises
just can’t turn back time

©Tournesol’16/04/26

Day 26 NaPoWriMo 2016

Blogging from A to Z Challenge

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

daily moments ~flowers for mom (troibun)

She had rented a car for the weekend. Rather than get her usual economical car like a Hyundai Accent or Nissan Versa, the manager offered her a Fiat because she mentioned how she missed her old Renaud V and this was about the same size. But, the Fiat was rented already and he offered her the VW Beetle. She thought of the first car her sister drove in the early ‘70’s. Yep, they had had good times in that are driving in snowstorms to go shopping or get to a hairdresser’s appointment in a town 30 km away. She remembers fondly a photo she has of her sister and nephew in front of the dark blue VW Beetle with a lime green flower painted on the front hood. Yes those were the days of flower power.

Three hours before returning the car, she drove to a mall to look for running shoes, but with her large feet she could not find anything that fit comfortably. She stopped at a florist and picked a bright orange flower and added green flora and leaves since it was her mother’s favourite colour. She looked at the arrangement and was pleased with the finished product until she arrived at the cemetery and saw such beautiful flora arrangements. She made a mental note to choose larger flowers. Mom would have liked to stand out more.
She went to fetch water to pour into the vase, hoping the flowers would remain beautiful for a week or two. On Mother’s day, she thought out loud, she would rent a car again and bring her a lovely arrangement.
As she placed the flowers in the vase over the gravesite, she noticed one green flower kept pointing towards the highway away from the front. She chuckled at that thinking that her mom was probably giving her a message. She had chosen this plot facing the highway going towards her favourite shopping mall. Her mother DID love to shop until we all dropped and she was still going.
Maybe it was the sunny day or all the beautiful flowers at different gravesites, but she felt sadder than other times she had been in the other visits here.

filled with budding love
empty heart
missing her mama

filled with budding love
green petals
her favourite colour

empty heart
one day they will meet
fulfilled shall she be

missing her mama
loving was second nature
‘til death shall she feel

NaPoWriMo’16/04/24

angels of the night (troibun)

The Great Spirit works in mysterious ways, like when I felt a homeless person at the Métro Laurier made me think…maybe, just maybe it was Amma checking to see if I would be more giving. I hightailed back inside the station to give money to that man.

Years ago when I had just moved to a city far from my hometown, I had just left my daughter at the bus terminal and was walking down Yonge Street which is a bit like Ste-Catherine in Montreal. I already missed my family and walking down the street I had not realised that tears were running down my cheeks. A homeless man standing at his “station for the night” in front of a retired theatre shouted out to me, “Hey, Lady, smile, nothing can be that bad.” I turned around and saw this toothless man, smiling and waved acknowledgement to that kind man. That man who had so little, was encouraging ME.
Tonight I heard about a young boy who passed way beyond his years.A volunteer counsellor accompanied him onto his journey…towards the light. I wonder if the Great Spirit planned this journey at a time the full moon shone on his path. An angel was born, I thought to myself. So many stars are not seen by the naked eye and yet I knew…

Thankfully, the Great Spirit places angels on this earth for a reason, those two homeless men and the volunteer counsellor.

angelic and pure
life goes on
look! a mourning star

angelic and pure
innocence
heaven’s open arms

life goes on
in another world
afterlife

look, a mourning star
please don’t cry
pain-free at last

napo2016button1 — Day 21 National Poetry Writing Month 2016

O is for oppressed (troibun)

O is for oppressed as a person who may be filled with many worries. This could be someone going through a rough patch for more than just a period in his life. What if it is someone struggling for a longer time? People at work for example, may appear sympathetic at first but slowly, one by one they may distance themselves. Family and friends may also give less and less of their time to listen, encourage and just offer a presence. Or perhaps some may minimize the situation not really knowing what to say to “make it all go away”. First of all, it is not in “others’” power to make it go away but it might be nice to show some compassion.

(troiku)

oppressed
off-putting
on cloud nine

oppressed
feelings of dread
weigh one down

off-putting
look of suffering
can scare one away

on cloud nine
that distant look
hard to read

Imagine a person being shunned because you feel uncomfortable being around doom and gloom. Is it not enough that they are already feeling fraught with worry? What if it is not just a situational issue but a chronic emotional and mental instability they are going through? What if all they need is to feel accepted? What if they cannot even accept themselves or their “perhaps” new circumstance they have no choice but to endure?

I thought this might be something to think about. You know, the next time you tell a colleague something as benign as “Hi! How, how are you?” If you really don’t want to know and you have been seeing their sad face every day for a long time…think twice before adding “How are you?” if you really don’t care to know. A simple “Hi!” and a smile can go a long way too. Be genuine when you say something. Try to think twice when you walk into your workplace and look a person in the eyes when you say that “Hi!”

spring draws giddiness (troibun)

As an extra to NaPoWriMo 2016, I noticed on Facebook, it is Haiku Day on the 17th day of April in this National Poetry Month.

Here is my Troibun …

Spring is definitely here! It was the warmest it has been since last September at 20 C!! Walking in that glowing sun even as late as 1:30, my heart felt so light! Watching people out and about, some even wearing sandals and sleeveless dresses, you could not help but catch the fever of spring.

(troiku)

blowing hair
in the wind
wearing flip-flops

blowing hair
sunglasses kiss my face
shading my eyes

in the wind
birds coasting on the tail end
getting a free ride

wearing flip-flops
premature sundresses
giddy with life

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 17

Daily Moments April 17 2017

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