crimson skies wane
sparrows’ songs slowly fade
casting shadows
casting shadows
nature waits in mute patience
dancing of the stars
©Tournesol’17/03/24
Inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Performance in the sky (haiku)
Category: Haiku
one gru at a time (haibun)
Once there was a boy who walked along the beach with his grandfather. The boy could barely match his tall grandfather’s gait but he did not give up, jumping and skipping next to him sticking his chest out when he caught up to him.
They approached some drift wood and GrandPapa led the little one to sit by him and watch the waves forming rows and rows of petticoats. “Ah, cela me fait souvenir des bons moments quand ta mamie était toute jeune.” He sighed and appeared to be in his own world for a long time. Jonathan was only half listening to his grandfather because he often talked about times that he knew very little about.
He started fidgeting from sitting for too long and fell to his knees taking handfuls of sand and putting his ear to it as he slowly let the sand sift through his fingers. GrandPapa looked at Johnathan and started chuckling. He asked him, why he was putting the sand to his ear like that.
His grandson looked up at his grandfather with a slight air of annoyance. « Bien voyons, GrandPapa. J’écoute. Mon prof m’a dit que dans le sable il y a des milliers d’histoires…alors, j’écoute »
waves carry tomes
drifting from faraway
yesteryear’s tales
©Tournesol’17/03/24
Translations:
Ah, cela me fait souvenir des bons moments quand ta mamie était toute jeune. Ah, that brings wonderful moments to mind when your nana was very young. Bien voyons, GrandPapa, J’écoute. Mon prof m’a dit que dans le sable il y a des milliers d’histoires…alors, j’écoute » Come now, Grandpa, I’m listening. My teacher told me that in the sand, there are millions of stories…so, I’m listening.” N.B. in French "histoire" means story but also history.
A waka story …once upon a time (haibun) ~ TheSecretKeeper
Once upon a time, there lived an old English professor who retired in a small cottage in a village by the Arabian Sea with his wife. With this new free time, he could now delve in his passion and became a great poet. He spent his days at the kitchen table writing smart anecdotes about this and that and everything else.
Sometimes, if he was searching for the right word, his eyes would wander out the window at the gardener, sitting among the moon flowers, hyacinth and jasmine, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her babies. His secret love for her had never changed, even after 50 years.
Evenings, the elderly couple liked catching the international news . Today was especially important to learn the results of the presidential election in that foreign country called U.S.A.
He stared, dumbfounded at the name of the new president elect and could not believe his ears! “The world, as we know it, with this boorish leader, Flora, will never be the same,” he whispered, “I’m afraid this man’s greed and narcissism combined, will have voters climbing the walls to escape the wrath of this man.”
scent of jasmine
away from toxic meadows
calming and healing
©Tournesol’17/03/22
Written for SecretKeeper – 5 word prompt: | CLIMB | CATCH | SMART | VOTE | POET |
searching (troiku)
amid the lilacs
blindly searching
her fragrance
amid the lilacs
memories stir
her gentle smile
blindly searching
under the full moon
lilt of her voice
her fragrance
revisited
from heaven
©Tournesol’17/03/20
This Troiku [ a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai] was written for Haiku Horizons.
cat’s eyes (troibun)
Which tree will the hummingbird choose this year, she wonders, looking out the window from her dining room. Rocking in her old maple chair, the constant groan is weighing on her eyelids. Suddenly, eyes widen as a bird sets on her balcony.
starling sings her song
dawn of spring
cat’s eyes follow
starling sings her song
pre-season rehearsal
practice makes perfect
dawn of spring
sun melts snow
earth finally revealed
cat’s eyes follow
on the windowsill
sleepy fly stirs
©Tournesol’17/03/20
Written for:
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserys Menagerie
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. To learn more how to write a troiku, click
sparrows wait (troibun)
I think I`ll reblog this since it gives hope that spring will come…some day [sighs]
Such a lovely spring day to be in a park. An old couple sit on a park bench. The man leans on his cane, watching his life partner talk to the birds. Gnarled fingers toss seeds to the pigeons, then places a plastic bowl filled with seeds under the bench where grateful sparrows wait.
cycling by the park
boy holding tight,
kite on a string
cycling by the park
child hangs on the monkey bar
squeak of swings
boy holding tight,
hand on her swollen belly
teeter-totter moans
kite on a string
dancing on blue canvas
how the wind sings!
© Tournesol ’16-05-15
(100 words)
Written for Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.
We are asked to write a haibun of 100 words with the theme the circle of life. I chose to include a troiku making my narrative and haiku a troibun. To see what a troiku is, check…
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in their eyes (Haiga)
spirits warmed
despite arctic winds
light of the full moon
(c) Tournesol’17
Haiku Horizons – Light
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 8th 2017, a Persian poem to inspire you
Dear friends of MLMM,
Welcome at a new episode of Heeding Haiku With … Recently I discovered the beauty of Persian (nowadays Iranian) poetry through an article I read. I wonder if you know how beautiful the poetry is of Persia. Maybe you know Rumi or Hafiz, both are renown Persian poets and every Iranian can recite for example the poems by Hafiz. The Iranian people lives in symbiosis with the poetry of Hafiz and they even use his poems to get answers on questions they have.
This week I love to challenge you to create a haiku inspired (or distilled) from a poem by Hafiz.
The Diamond Takes Shape
Some parrots
Have become so skilled with
The human voice
They could give a brilliant discourse
About freedom and God
And an unsighted man nearby might
Even begin applauding with
The thought:
I just heard jewels fall from a
Great…
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When You go Low
Such a thought provoking post aligned with stunning poetry.
How interesting Kristjaan! I think I wrote the existentialist way in my last Carpe Diem post 😉 … and my favorit in this field is Sören Kierkegaard – the Danish philosopher. He was christian though and I am not captured by any religion. He was wise, I think. About nature … he didn’t think humans were one with the nature. He thought humans relate to nature. I think like that too. And as written before … humans … every man and woman … is their actions. They are NOT their characteristics … like skin color, religion, ethnic group, ….
the naked you
dressed in camouflage
a snake in paradise
Talking about philosophy like this … you must be a sincere human … not a fake one … Fakes are not worthy talking philosophy. Fakes have lost their confidence! That’s a fact!
Honesty goes with philosophy – life philosophy – the ethical way – only way.
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humble (tanka)
iridescence
in your golden rays
diamonds hang
shimmering in the rain
I bow to Mother Nature
©Tournesol’17/03/09
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/03/carpe-diem-1169-humble.html
Our host writes:
unseen flowers
between the oversized leaves –
a humble haijin
joy of writing
for all the friends of Carpe Diem –
makes me humble
© Chèvrefeuille
We are inspired by Hafiz, a Persian poet:
From the large jug, drink the wine of Unity,
So that from your heart you can wash away the futility of life’s grief.
But like this large jug, still keep the heart expansive.
Why would you want to keep the heart captive, like an unopened bottle
of wine?
With your mouth full of wine, you are selfless
And will never boast of your own abilities again.
Be like the humble stone at your feet rather than striving to be like a
Sublime cloud: the more you mix colors of deceit, the more colorless
your ragged wet coat will get.
Connect the heart to the wine, so that it has body,
Then cut off the neck of hypocrisy and piety of this new man.
Be like Hafiz: Get up and make an effort. Don’t lie around like a bum.
He who throws himself at the Beloved’s feet is like a workhorse and will
be rewarded with boundless pastures and eternal rest.
© Hafiz – From: Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved (Tr. Thomas Rain Crowe)
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