first robin (troiku)

first Robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly (c) Chėvrefeuille’17

first robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly

first robin spotted
pecking with purpose
on mother’s clothes line

the low lands are facing the dark
shadow slowly lifts
at dawn

snow falls softly
marking their spot
amid fallen leaves

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

remembering (Tan Renga – Troiku – Naani)

deep silence
the shrill of cicadas
seeps into rocks © Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694)

soothing fledglings
mid-day lullaby ©Tournesol’17

remembering
yesterday
when you were here ©Tournesol’17

soft winter breeze cherishes
the last colorful leaves © Chèvrefeuille

For the first Tan Renga our host has given us the first stanza by Basho (the hokku) and the second Tan Renga, our host gives the second stanza of two lines so we can create the first stanza (hokku). See more at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for instructions as well as visiting other participants’ contributions.

This last exercise awakened my longing for her…

(troiku) a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at CDHK

remembering
yesterday
when you were here

remembering
scent of Givenchy
caressing me

yesterday
tumbling down the stairs
you kissed the boo-boo

when you were here
I was always
your little girl

©Tournesol’17/11/23

(naani)

how I miss your laugh
your soothing voice
telling me not to worry ~ just pray
three Hail Mary’s before I sleep

©Tournesol’17/11/23

Daily Moments Your Little Girl Troiku – November 23 2017
This Troiku and Naani is written for MicroPoetry Month#23

bitter endings ~ Haibun ~Daily moments November 18, 2017

So many losses and bitter ends in this bleak season, she’s lost count. Trying to please one may leave others in bitter deprivation. Impulsive actions, even with loving intentions, become too many blunders that add insult to injury. Communicating regrets is now worthless falling on deaf ears; broken hearts are just too hurt with feelings of abandonment harden over time in bitter stone.

memories
tainted with despair
and broken promises
tears filled with regrets
rubbed in old wounds

©Tournesol’17/11/18

Written for MicroPoetry Month #18

life’s options (troiku – shadorma) Daily moments November 16th/17

Image may contain: table, plant and outdoor — ©Clr’17

(troiku)

autumn simmers
reassessing life’s options
season’s nesting spell

autumn simmers
rolling into sleepy times
winter’s slumber

reassessing life
sitting by a crackling fire
knitting my options

season’s nesting spell
searching under winter skies
making snow angels

(shadorma)

thoughts echo
in my weary brain
telling me
to slow down
run through future options
life is too damn short

©Tournesol’17/11/16

Daily moments – reassessing – November 16th, 2017

Writing for MicroPoetry Month #16

wistful moments (a cherita and solo renga -MicroPoetry Month #14)

the old man listens to the melodies

water running over timeless rocks
lyrics swimming in his head

an angel met him here long ago
even fish splashed in the creek
only her memory remains

***

breathing her name
with a long wistful sigh
a tear runs down his cheek

leaves rustle in the wind
a sparrow sings a love song

sitting on the log
the old man smiles
embracing the past

©Tournesol’17/11/14

Daily Moments Nov. 14 – MicroPoetry Month #14 & Haiku Horizons: log

slaves no more ( senryu) November 11/17

The shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins

every man,
woman and child
suffering bound in chains
enough to make
any mind go wild

the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins

every man, woman and child have dreamed
of their forefathers
recalling tales of yesteryear
and such better days than here!

the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
dear blessed Mother of God
pray for our mortal sins

of absolution
we are not worthy
tainted by our greed

we must make restitution
for sins that were commissioned

will there ever be resolve
in our own privileged life span
and centuries we have robbed them all
due respect and compassion?

the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
blessed Divine Mother, please,
pray for our mortal sins

Written for Mocropoetry Month

I was trying to watch 12 Years a Slave and could not watch half, it was too difficult and so My muse took over…

This started free flow but noticed there were many senryu and tanka within. What was most important for me was to release these thoughts.

frigid day (daily moments Nov 10/17)

Sun pales the sky
as I breathe the cool brisk air
puffs of smoke

autumn winds
leaves blowing on the road
the old man’s hat

Daily moments – frigid day nov 19 /17 MicroPoetry Month #10

This morning I could only reflect “freely” on this and so these haiku are my writing freely. It finally went minus 5 C and snow covered the lives on the side of the streets. I had to take the plunge and wear my winter coat and warm scarf. brrrrrrrrr

reflections of a helper (free verse and solo renga)

This is a free verse written for MicroPoetry Month with the theme of “violence” in mind, reflections of a youth counsellor, followed by solo renga.

She listens with benevolence
their stories never told
the shame and guilt of violence
those tales so raw and bold
of adults spewing cunning lies
they violate ‘til she cries.

A pause ensues, she hears a sigh
despite attempts to offer hope
their stories make her cry

said tears bring no relief
some tales are just too hard to bear
she hears them in their grief;

the hardest tale of all to share
are secrets found in dark despair
illicit truths, unmasking lies
“You know I love you… Daddy cares.!”

she holds their secrets in her heart
and hopes the healing may finally start

tomorrow is another day
she knows it will soon start again
and she’ll be there to hear their say
in hopes to soothe the constant pain
if even for the briefest moment
expunge the grief away