beautiful sky (haiku)

(c) clr - Tournesol '14
(c) clr – Tournesol ’14

Beautiful is the sky
spring is here at last
sun smiles at me

chasing sunsets
running, how desperate am I!
dusk beats me

quiet night
newborn finally stops crying
hush!

© Tournesol ’15

3WW – Beautiful – Desperate – Hush

melts with nature (haiku)

sits in wait as one,
caterpillar melts with nature
maturing

filled with life,
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly takes wing

© Tournesol ’15

highland (haiku)

on highland
gathering purple heather
bleating sheep 

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Special, Kala Ramesh Violets

confetti (haiga)

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santé printemps!
saké sous le cerisier
cascade des pétales

des milliers de fleurs
 pluie de confetti
panamas roses

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toast to spring!
sake beneath the cherry tree
blossoms cascade

thousands of blossoms
confetti showers
 pink panamas

(c) Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Time Glass Waterfall

light (haiku)

spring radiates
stirring new beginnings
…and promise

© Tournesol ’15

natural shelter (kikôbun)

Early in the morning, raindrops on fresh cut grass tickled her feet. She stopped a moment to listen to her friends chirp ‘bon matin’. Spade in one hand, box of marigolds in the other, she reached her vegetable garden. Kneeling at the edge, she set the spade aside. No need for metal when the earth was still loose and wet. Digging bare hands in the rich soil, the feel on her fingers made her feel alive; the earthy scents of soil, clay and last night’s drizzle awakened her sense of being.  She planted the marigolds outlining the entire garden and got a whiff of the pungent, musky scent, pleasing to humans yet, repugnant to insects.

Wikipedia

morning drizzle
oozes pleasant scents
petrichor

alluring scents,
insects run away
marigolds

© Tournesol ’15

CP Time Machine, ‘perfume’

fleeting hope (tan renga)

feeling alone
in the woods around Edo –
just the autumn wind (Yozakura)
colorful leaves dancing
through the abondend city (Chèvrefeuille)

feeling alone
in the woods around Edo
just the autumn wind
whirlwind of panache
fleeting splash of colours

blurs cluttered minds
lost in a sea
self-pity

© Tournesol ’15

April skies (haibun)

As soon as the alarm went off, she jumped out of bed and pulled the curtain in her bedroom.

“Oh boy! she said, “The snow has melted everywhere!”

She shuffles towards the kitchen, screaming, “MAMA!!, can I wear my new Easter shoes to school to day…pretty please!!”

Her mother is packing her daughter’s lunch and turns her head towards the kitchen window.

“Well love, you know the earth is still frozen, it may be too cold…I don’t know…” her voice trails as she looks at the thermometer outside by the window sill.”

Ah Mama, puleeeze, I promise to wear my thick tights. Come on, Mama, it skips better in shoes,” she whines preparing to pout, “I’m brining my skipping rope to school for recess…pretty please!!” she raises her baby blues pleading to her mother…

“Oh, alright”, her heart melts at those blue liquid eyes.

april 16 2015

 April skies beckon
walking in her brand new shoes
blossoms await

© Tournesol ’15

Photo actually taken at five in the afternoon April 16, 2015.

Last slow breath (haibun)

Le “cordonier mal chaussé” is often what her peers call her teasingly.   When a young person calls her crisis line and is having a panic attack, she asks him to put one hand on his belly, then walks him through mindful breathing and eventually a guided imagery. Breathing in, the belly inflates like a balloon, breathing out, the belly flattens.

So many youths and adults tend to label themselves as suffering from some form of anxiety;  however, there are also many youths who hear this “term” but have not been properly diagnosed. Living in a society of information overload it is no wonder many practice  “googlism” as they surf the internet.

A young person may call for help with anxiety. The counsellor shakes her head when the youth answers her question to “Where did you get that diagnosis?” and it is “Oh, I googled it.”  She shakes her head in dismay as she listens to the youth through her earpiece.

This counsellor, too must learn to practice some form of mindful breathing in order to find balance in her life.  She chants daily on her walks or when she is upset; and so many times when her mind won’t shut off and slowly it reduces her breathing and she is able to finally be in control of her breath.

Sitting in a park or garden, she connects with an inner peace hearing only her breath and faint chirps. Her ultimate reward is sitting on the rooftop witnessing that giant golden star slip beneath the horizon and she is thankful to be alive and be part of this universe.

sunset double haiga

final brush strokes
transform hues on canvas
last slow breath

last slow breath
at one with the heavens
life’s cycle

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem “Pranayana – Controlled breath”

Le “cordonier mal chaussé” literal translation, shoemaker with bad shoes, meaning not practicing what one preaches.

Mom’s morning routine (Solo Renga)

Breastfeeding in the 1950s

Photo credits: VavoomyVintage blog

new dawn chirps
neighbour’s hound barks at sparrows
infant wails

gulls squawk broadcasts new day
Ah!! last gasps of espresso

eager suckling
mama coos at precious babe
creaking rocker soothes

(c) Tournesol ’15

Heeding Haiku with HA at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie