summer sounds (haiga)

cricket’s shrill
invades the night,
a toad burps

Carpe Diem “Little Creatures”

tenacity/la ténacité (haiku)

at the subway
beggar pleads each commuter,
never loses hope

au métro
mendiant plaide chaque passager
ne perd jamais espoir

autumn gusts rip
through a day`s hard labour,
spider spins anew

© Tournesol’14

Carpe Diem TackleItTuesday #12

on humility (haiku)

takes his cue on stage,
audience murmurs solemnly
Serenity Prayer

~
beggar mutters
daily mantra um-teem times
holding out his cup

Carpe Diem TackleitTuesday #11

an angel stands in wait (haiku)

Thinking of my friend this week…

her sobs echo
across the Atlantic
a long journey

Caspian Sea and
Arabian Gulf imbibe
salty tears

the skies rumble
iridescent light,
safe passage

pain free at last
an angel stands by, waiting
in white light

heavens whisper
the last chapter,
Rumi stirs

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Don’t run away from grief , o soul
Look for the remedy inside the pain.
because the rose came from the thorn
and the ruby came from a stone.

praying for hope (haiku)

(haiku)

threw her a line,
she grabbed in hope
… better days.

Haiku Horizons “hope”

hot summer night (haiku)

Carpe Diem Nights of Summer

freedom at last
hot summer night
skinny dipping

blue mist
ocean fog rolling in,
flippers splash

This was my response at the first prompt in June ’14 “By the River”

pumpkin seeds (haiga)

gut Mister Pumpkins
designing Jack-O-Lanterns
crow burps a seed

Carpe Diem Timeglass

six day bender (haiku)

Wandering
looking for home
got lost

lost again
turning in circles
unlisted number

soul searching
chanting my mantra,
I’ve come home

Most people are bi-cultural or multicultural…let’s face it. In North America we are are blended in that huge melting pot. What IS interesting is how one identifies himself. I sometimes envy French Québecois who feel so sure of their identity. My mother always presented herself as a bilingual Canadian. I guess that is the only way I can see myself too. I cherish both languages/cultures that have woven the tapestry of who I am today.

lonely soapbox,
sometimes my views get
lost in translation
*
on the fence
each side
tears me apart

This last one was just having fun thinking of Kerouac’s road trip for almost a month when he wrote On the Road.

six day bender
sex, love and rock ‘n roll,
day of rest

Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars – Jack Kerouac

fallen (haiga)

Fallen leaves,
needy for fertile grounds
geese honk
~
naked tree,
defensive and forlorn
squirrel on a wire
~
loneliness
besieged by barren trees,
unwelcome guest