Category: Haiku

summer souvenirs (haibun)

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After dinner, brother and sister would go to the pier with their mother to fish.  The mother didn’t mind putting the squiggly worm on the hook for them.  He would feel so proud when he got a bite and would reel in his catch, a small gold carp.  Silently (yet beaming) he would unhook the fish and throw it back into the lake to give it a chance to get bigger.

His little sister would through the rod backwards not realizing the hook could catch a human and anyone close by would hide for cover;  she was but five years old and took her fishing seriously…her serious look meant “business” so different than the “laissez-faire” allure of her older brother.

They are nice memories of a long ago, by the lake, together, hearing the catamarans rock, soft waves roll in and feel the tug of a fish bite now and then.

wiggly worm
alluring innocence
gold carp

gold carp
pleads for time
swims to freedom

© Tournesol ’15

Written for: CPHK

Thanking our host and patient mentor at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for his dedication and tireless commitment to his blog, our prompts and mostly that has allowed me to grow a bit more each day. Merci Chèvrefeuille!

carnations/oeillets (haiga)

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fleurs chuchotent
louanges fait pétiller l’âme
trois coup de velours

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flowers whisper
praise that lifts the spirit
three silken strokes

© Tournesol ’15

Chaleur humaine (haiga)

How blessed I am once again with another floral  arrangement of appreciation from all the managers at work honouring my milestone.

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© Clr ’15

soothing warmth
strokes of appreciation
yellow flowers
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yellow flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
puffs of harmony

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chaleur humaine
coups de satisfaction
fleurs jaunes
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fleurs jaunes
les roses et les oeuillets
souffles d’harmonie

© Tournesol ’15

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rather be (troiku)

I’d rather be…is the prompt at The Seekers Dungeon this week:

Troiku

rather be
living with less pain
lightening my days

rather be
poor and starving
than selfish

living with less pain
may not have been as caring,
empathy is gained

lightening my days
hearing music to my ears
love you Mom…Nana

© Tournesol ’15

Compassion is key (Troiku)

amma mom

This is a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille…to learn more click on his website Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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© theguardian.com Amma (Mata Amritanandamayi)

Heaven beams
devotees hear her message
love is the way

heaven beams
chanting heard from the ashram
new dawn

devotees hear her message
raising their arms in praise
Amma speaks

Love is the way
we must all do our share
we are one

© Tournesol ’15

Amma’s Canadian Tour is July 17-20, 2015

still hope for peace (haiku – tanka)

Heaven smiles
tropical clouds burst short rains
palm tree shelters

fountain of  youth
like a desert goddess
futile mirage

Smokey jazz café
slow dance to Duke Ellington
hot summer night

Honeysuckle blooms
ancient road no longer bare
baby boomers flock
harmony hill
still hope for miracles

© Tournesol ’15

Our host, Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, gives us twelve (12) words (for every ”hour”) one word. The goal is to write haiku using the words as given in the clock wise way.

  1. Heaven 2. Clouds 3. Palm tree 4. Fountain 5. Goddess 6. Desert 7. Jazz cafe 8. Duke Ellington 9. Summer night 10. Honeysuckle 11. Ancient road 12. Hill

Our host gives us an example:

blue heaven
clouds gathering
a palm tree 

© Chèvrefeuille

not forgotten living (haiku)

© Clr ’15

little critters rest
silken perch immaculate
bathed in golden waves

c) Tournesol ’15

daisy for you (haibun)

Daisies have always been special to her.. She often felt a daisy represented the multiplicity of her personality, so many petals, and several layers. The petals hidden underneath were a mystery to her and so many more to explore … her everchanging self.

© Clr’15

daisy for you
loves me, loves me not
means so much more!
soft petals, fragments of me
still more to discover

© Tournesol’15

Willows weep (haibun)

They arrived at the cemetery, the fourth of July,  for the burial of her mother’s ashes. Such a beautiful sunny day and the evergreens mixed with willows made for an appropriate setting. She brought the roses to represent her sister and her, her two children and her nephew and the three grandchildren…adding one red rose for her mother’s husband. A brief prayer was read and they each sprinkled ashes over the urn, “Love you Mom.”

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willows weep
breeze kiss her tears
waving adieu

(c) Tournesol ’15

(c) Clar '15
(c) Clar ’15

Carpe Diem Weeping Willow

tears of joy (haibun)

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Prompt:  “tears falling”

Grief followed her like a doting puppy; days, weeks, months of moments tears just soaked her face; never a moment’s notice, tears of grief are spontaneous and sneaky. She knew this; expected this and accepted the sudden burst of tears.

Last week, marked a milestone in her career and colleagues and friends were most generous with comments and well wishes. At the end of her shift in the late evening, a colleague working the night shift rushed to her to deliver a beautiful bouquet of fresh cut flowers.

sudden burst
heart bathed in pure love
tears of joy

(c) Tournesol ’15