forgotten dreams (haibun – shadorma)

© MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Collage 9

The church was filled with people of her past, close friends, colleagues and family. It felt so bizarre being in this house of worship. This was where she received five sacraments…only one left to go. The voice of the priest interrupted her thoughts now and then.
At the reception a few old high school friends offered their condolences. Her first high school sweetheart looked like a caricature of his teen-self decades ago adding jowls and lots of wrinkles on this stranger’s face. She was touched by his presence; his husband was introduced to me too. How life was different then, she thought. At least today society seems a little more open. Leaving a small, gossipy and unforgiving town helps too.

(shadorma)
young lovers
wishing life were fair
eagerly
expecting
sweet innocent love affairs
dreams just may come true

That night she rummaged through her bedroom closet and took out her old childhood jewelry box. Sitting on the bed, she opened it and tears streamed her face as the music box played Lara’s Theme. Looking through the old memories, she held a pin her mother had given her when she had “become a woman”. It was their secret. She held it in her hands and still felt the warmth and love they shared together, that very special bond.

She smiled at a postcard her best friend in Grade 9 had sent her when she had met her first love that summer long ago. She cranked up the music box to feel she was back there in her childhood bedroom years ago. Her fingers felt the sharp edges of the Eiffel Tower. Her art teacher had given her this hoping she would take her gift in painting seriously…she never did get around to that after college…life happened.
At the bottom of the jewelry box was an old photo…her mind traveled back in time.

that first kiss,
sealing promises of dreams
fairy-tale wonder

© Tournesol ’15

B & P Shadorma & Beyond and MindloveMiserysMenagerie

© MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Collage 9

soupçon de mélancholie (haibun)

©Clr'15
©Clr’15

 

It’s been getting colder in the past week. Nights have dipped below freezing point and she has mixed feelings about that.  Ragweed allergies will finally cease;  daytime walks are still splattered with colours but the nights walking home from her late shifts will now be cold.

On her way back from her favourite grocery, Thai Foo, greens in her backpack,  she cannot not help but notice sweeping changes with nature around her.  Many trees have lost most of their leaves, and the late bloomers who also shed the latest, still hold some beautiful colours.  The yellow turned to a dark orangey tint, the maples were an even brighter red and one tree she could not name had yellowed leaves with dark brown strips of seeds hanging.  It truly looked like a Hallowe’en decoration. How totally apropos, she thought.

© Clr,15
© Clr,15

She knew there was about a  week left of signs of life through tints and hues.  After October 31st…the goblins will have eaten up most of life’s colours. November will prowl like rodents lurking garbage bins; life will appear barren  day by day.  She admires the last photos she took today, wishing this week could drag on a few more months.  Le mois des morts(the month of the dead)  is what they call November in her region.

novembre se faufile
soupçon de mélancolie
envahit

November slips in
drop of melancholy
spills over

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and MindlovemiserysMenagerie

Exploring poetry in all its forms.

Mellow (haiga)

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15

through my window,
day moves from dawn to dusk
how quenched am I

window

© Tournesol ’15

OctPoWriMo #23

doux baiser (haiku)

ce doux baiser
aile de papillon soyeuse
joue effleurer

that gentle kiss
butterfly’s silken wings
brushed his cheek

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Writing Techniques: metaphor

daybreak nudge (haiku)

BFF (Best Feline Friend) Bette

pre dawn call
stares at the human
sleeping

sleeping
jabs one front paw
ever gently

ever gently
nudges for a cuddle
to be stroked

to be stroked
love’s laboured gest
purrs of delight

purrs of delight
returns to heavenly bliss
on makeshift bed

© Tournesol ’15

Three Word Wednesday – Jab – Laboured – Makeshift

overwhelmed with beauty (haiku)

© Cheryl-Lynn R.’15

overwhelmed
nature’s boasting colours
nature’s beauty

nature’s beauty
wrapped in fall’s duvet
autumn’s dress

autumn’s dress
summer loves exposed
barren limbs

barren limbs
shiver in autumn’s breeze
wait for winter’s coat

© Tournesol ’15

OctPoWriMo #21

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15

Autumn (haiku)

life cycles
mystic blossoms
in spring

summer’s harvest
hectic bees and butterflies
sweetness of fruits

busy season
merits time to rest,
shedding life

shutting down
storing picnic baskets
summer chalets close

summer love affairs
lovers kiss goodbye
bleeding hearts’ll heal

shedding life
fallen leaves of vibrant hues
autumn’s undress

peeling limbs
branches shedding leaves
nature’s runner

rustic colours
amber, yellow –
fall’s last performance

© Tournesol’15

http://jennifernicholewells.com/2015/10/19/autumn-poem/

shooting stars (Haiku)

sound of waves roll
lovers point to shooting stars
lying on the beach

© Tournesol ’15

CDSpecial

Festival’s hysteria (haiku)

http://www.mommygaga.com/2014/11/5-reasons-to-take-your-family-to-visit-japan.html

their first kiss
caught in festival’s hype
fantasy’s web

© Tournesol’15

Carpe Diem Gion Matsuri

Mystery junkie (haibun)

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

Imagine your own private film on a bus, Métro, jet plane, train or ferry boat.

She used to be addicted to reading mostly mystery thrillers, to the point of binging on two to three a week on average…so yes, sometimes there were more. It was the one thing she could do to shut off her mind and slip away into another’s person’s world. I was sitting in my private cinema viewing my personal film.

This craving subsided eventually three years ago when she rediscovered writing and blogging.

riveting tales
sinks into a comfy couch
mystery binge

© Tournesol ’15