Skies explode (haiku)

Montreal Old Port fireworks festival Dec 2014
Montreal Old Port fireworks festival Dec 2014

hands merge
twelve chimes the clock
heavens alight

twelve chimes the clock
hugs, kisses and cheers
Bonne Année

heavens alight
streams of gems fizz
revelers toast

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

bleu lavande (haibun)

© Bleu Lavande, Fitch Bay, Québec

Many farmers give directions very differently than city people are accustomed to. Living in a very small town we would chuckle a bit when asking for directions when looking for directions to get the best sweet corn or my favourite apples that were usually the first category that came out early in the season…Lobo of course, juicy and tart they made your lips pucker.

Directions were often turn left at the red silo and at the fork keep to your right until you get to the Old School House make a sharp left behind the speed limit sign…careful now, you might miss it if you are admiring that old school…city folks are always dazzled by that plain old building. Now keep on going until you get to the Willow Tree. If your windows are open you should smell the lavender field just over the hill. Across the road a fair bit, Fontaine’s tractor should be parked with his trailer full of fresh picked corn of the morning and the afternoon if you come by before supper.

Our host has given us one last haiku by Richard Wright:

keep straight down this block,
then turn right where you will find
a peach tree blooming © Richard Wright

This is to inspire us to write in that same tone…the blossoms made me think of various scents of certain trees and plants blossoming. How fitting to include the poignant and soothing scent of lavender!

I have included a link here, describing Mr. Pellerin’s story on how he started his venture in the largest lavender farm, Bleu Lavande,  in Canada and second largest in North America. I find his story fascinating. His farm is situated in the Eastern Townships about an hour and half drive from Montreal.

passed the Willow tree
just over the hill, explosion
of lavender

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Special

promised under the stars (haiga)

© Gallery Hip

Blades cutting,
lovers embraced skate
under the stars

lovers embraced skate
searching for the full moon
behind the clouds

under the stars
lovers make promises
beneath the Milky Way

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

White Christmas (haibun)

© Clr '14-12-11
© Clr ’14-12-11

December 23rd, the temperatures rose over 10 degrees Celsius. It was springtime weather at the end of December.  Two days of rain cleaned the streets, sullied snow banks and melted most of the snow. Makes it doubly hard for half-doubters..one of my three grandsons… to still believe but painstaking stories, Crosby’s songs and want-to-believe children makes it still happen…one more year.

grey puddles
born from melted snow
earth’s enigma

~

White Christmas
fairy-tales echo
crooner’s refrain

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem White Christmas

fears lit candles (haiga)

 © Clr '14
© Clr ’14

shimmering and lush
reflecting six eyes hoping
Christmas magic.

tall and proud
craves admiration
fire its foe

© Tournesol ’14

CP- Christmastree

near you (haiku)

Caroline Michaud Photographie
© Caroline Michaud Photographie

breathing,
when I’m near you
quickens

when I’m near you
sun never sets
heart liquifies

quickens
my pulse and breathing
heavier.

© Tournesol ’14

Haiku Horizons “near”

magical night (choka- haiku)

 Vincent van Gogh said about this painting :

"... it does me good to do what’s difficult. That doesn’t stop me having a tremendous need for, shall I say the word — for religion — so I go outside at night to paint the stars"
The Starry Night /Emote Version by spring-sky
© The Starry Night /Emote Version by spring-sky @ Deviantart

walking to the store
found it windy and chilly

felt my hands frosting
forgetting my gloves at home

hands in my pocket
writhed along slippery paths

looked up at the sky
so many glistening stars

mouth open in awe
dazed by such magnificence

this massive ceiling
of art looms over my head

exhaled sigh of bliss
feeling blessed to be alive

I smiled at the moon
“could I have seen him wink back?”

a fairy-tale night
I could feel it in my bones

something wonderful
would be happening tonight

I then felt a bump
with an awkward step, I slipped
fell flat on my back
arms spread to make snow angels
I winked back at the Moon.

~

 sudden gust
snow circled around me
angels appeared

© Tournesol ’14

CP Ghost Writer Georgia of Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Carpe Diem “Angels”

frost (haiku)

silver flowers
danced intricately
on chilled panes

(c) Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

HALLELUJAH! (haiku)

Sheer exaltation,
universality greets
love …a brief moment.

© Tournesol ’14

HALLELUJAH! Flashmob sings ‘Wana Baraka’
in a library in Valladolid

 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing (essence + shadorma)

© William Adolphe Bouguereau Song of the Angels (1881)

(an essence )
peace on earth’s everything
cheer the birth, new-born king

pure of heart, Prince of kind
plays a part with you in mind

filled with mirth, rejoicing
peace on earth’s everything.

(shadorma)
angels hail,
Prince of peace is born
cleanse your souls
open hearts
renew your vows of kindness
compassion triumphs.

© Tournesol ’14

We have the option of writing a Shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5) – or an Essence created by Emily Romano.

An “Essence” consists of two lines of six syllables each. There is an end rhyme (rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme (rhyme in the middle of the line).

BJ Shadorma and Beyond at MindLovemiserysMenagerie

Flash mob concerts always make me weep, they’re so beautiful!