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

 

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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…

(c)Clr’17

 

 

 

 

 

 

(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

a different kind of therapist (haibun)

Waking earlier than usual, she shuffles eyes half closed, holding her forehead to the bathroom to run her bath.  Peeking through tired eyes at her reflection and after careful evaluation sighs with relief that Man-made masks exist in all forms.

ivory liquid
brushed smoothly
on ashen face
painting taupe shadows and liner
illusions of a happy face

Arriving at her appointment, she settles comfortably and opens up to a face of compassion. Tears running down her cheeks, her therapist listens with empathy and continues her task…

scraping and cutting
polishing for good measure
podiatrist soothes

Who knew her foot doctor could be the only one who seems to “get it”? Too bad the next appointment is only in two months.


even
 the perfectly shaped leaf
dies

©Tournesol’17/11/22

Daily Moments – November 22, 2017  a different kind of therapist (haibun – haiga) – MicroPoetry Month #22

Daily Moments – sleep interrupted- November 21 2017

voices echo
words revolving
on a merry-go-round

voices echo
abysmal
clutching

words revolving
aimlessly
bent out of shape

on a merry-go-round
spinning out of control
my weary brain

©️Tournesol’17/11/21

Daily Moments – sleep interrupted- November 21 2017

MicroPoetry Month #21

 

autumn park (senryu)

sounds of the wind
abandoned park
gently rocks the swing

©Tournesol’17/11/20

Daily moments – November 20th – MicroPoetry  Month #20

Haiku Horizons: swing

first snow (haiga)

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snow
just passing through
fallen leaves

©Tournesol’17/11/19

Written for Micro Poetry Month #19

Daily Moments Novembe 19/17

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

edging season tanka Daily Moments November 17

© Clr’15

passing slowly
filled with melancholy
time
caught in a whirlwind
unspoken words

©Tournesol’17/11/17

Written for MicroPoetry Month #17

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

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©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

November 15th, 1976 (haibun) MicroPoetry Month – Daily moments

If you talk to a man in a language he understand, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.  –Nelson Mandela

 

How can I not write something on this date November 15th.   Je m’en souviens all too well.  Sure I have mixed feelings being of two cultures and embracing both. My mother, being French Québecois has always said she was a bilingual Canadian. She has never shared the vengeance and yet she has surely experienced the unfairness and the disrespect  all too often.

My father,  being of Irish and Welsh background, his maternal grandfather settled here due to his Irish Catholic background but his father being of the mindset of English is best allowed me to feel the humiliation for my mother.

French speaking persons in the 50’s and 60’s could not get decent work if they did not speak fluent English and even then, it was difficult to rise in a company carrying a French name.  How this has changed dramatically today!

I understand the need for change. One must be mindful, when the pendulum swings too much and stays there, it turns justice into resentment and vengeance. And being of these two cultures, I have too often been on the fence carrying the sins of my ancestors.

history
in the making
November 15th

a new government is born
1976

citizens hail
Vivre le Québec Libre
français shall rule

laws to preserve their language
change well past due

years of oppression
fuels their passion
the pendulum swings

 ©Tournesol’17/11/15

Written for MicroPoetry Month November 15th 2017

Quebec 1976 Parti Québecois Victory

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