healing hugs (haibun)

She is a hugger, born and raised… a touchy feely “minouching” person. Her mother could never get enough holding her, kissing her, hugging her. Her grandmaman rocked her and embraced her when she was sick. She always thought it was an innate asset for most mothers who had birthed children to have this gift of soothing their children regardless of their age. She never did outgrow that need to be hugged. One day she met Amma.

mother breeds love
devotees are her children
hugs with compassion

Written for Carpe Diem Special The Childless Woman

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/the-power-of-love-in-the-arms-of-a-stranger/story-e6freuzi-1225852939366 — DailyTelegraph – Power of love in the arms of a stranger

Photo Credits: Daily Telegraph

angel of mercy (haiku)

http://www.fashionlady.in/mother-teresa-a-little-pencil-in-the-hand-of-god/12428 — A little pencil in the name of G-d

feeding their hearts
the hungry are her children
labour of love.

Carpe Diem Special Childless Mother

Regatta (haibun)

He never challenged the winds and waters; competitively sailed in sunny, windy, rainy or stormy days…he was an excellent sailor and captain. He was geared up in wet suit, goggles and gloves…looking out to the sea.

BAM –the last shot fired alerting all sailors to join their crew at their catamarans.

Crosses himself
kisses sand on hands and knees
then sets sail

Carpe Diem “summer mountain”

bossy pants (haibun)

Such a beautiful family, she noticed in the tree by the river. The male and female along with the younger chick…beautiful red cardinals. They stayed throughout the year because of the birdfeeder. She loved sitting outside in the summer and hear them sing to her. Of course this was a multicultural tree and others birds claimed a section including woodpeckers who had their own temperament.

Darn woodpecker
drive those cardinals away
bossy pants!

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

in the end (haiku)

Life as it should be
slow, painful, mystifying
and then there’s joy

and then there’s joy
life accelerates
in the end, there’s light

day tripper (haiku)

sets his bait
selling villagers snake oil
shame on him

Haiku Horizons “Shame”

Pray awhile (haibun)

May is le mois de Marie. As a youth she loved this excuse to walk across the river hearing the metal on the soles of her shoes click click click like the dancers on Ed Sullivan AND on a school night to boot. Every evening, people would recite the Rosary.