Category: Troiku

Daily Moments ~ May 27 2016 midday siesta troibun

© clr 2014
© clr 2014

Strolling on a quiet street close to two in the afternoon, she is reminded of this special time in the day when her children were little. When they were babies they were napping and as toddlers, they were told it was quiet time and they would play quietly in their rooms for an hour. Sometimes they would read and fall asleep. There was often resistance but she knew they needed time to refuel. Their crankiness was a sure sign of a welcoming rest.
She walked passed a row of trees along the railway tracks in front of the houses. Humming sounds of city traffic further away and one particular tree seemed to have some commotion going on.

cacophonic peeps
leaves flutter to sopranos
cicadas trill

cacophonic peeps
maternal  chirps prevail
midday siesta

leaves flutter to sopranos
hatchlings’ rehearsal
children’s choir

cicadas trill
sun’s burning rays
dog in the shade

blossoms (tan renga & troiku)

silence
in the blind wind’s dance
blossoms
© Jane Reichhold
solemn contemplation
petals rest on her plaque

© Tournesol’16/05/25

The above tan renga inspired me to write just a bit more and here is a troiku I will be adding to Haiku Horizons prompt “rest”

muted June bug
in solemn contemplation
rests on her plaque

muted June bug
caught
resting

in solemn contemplation
starlings nap
on bended knees

rests on her plaque
one lone
sunflower

©Tournesol’16/05/25

Daily Moments Nature’s rewards (Troiku)

(c)Clr'16
(c)Clr’16

scent of lilacs
stops her in her tracks
end of shift reward

scent of lilacs
greetings
on the left

stops her in her tracks
savouring
nature’s fragrance

end of shift reward
following her up above
orange moon

(c) Tournesol’16-05-23

Daily Moments May 23, 2016

Daily Moments May 21 2016 painful preludes (Troiku)

awakening
galloping above carelessly
hammers to my head

awakening
run with reckless abandon
innocent children

galloping above carelessly
but, if only –
it was outside

hammers to my head
pounding tauntingly
tools I now despise

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if only
indoor sounds sang
like starlings

©Tournesol’16-05-21

Daily Moments May 21 2016   painful preludes Troiku

I exist – Latifa Prayer, Episode 2 (troibun)

As early as I can remember, times I just knew I did exist was looking at my mother’s face beam at me. I felt  alive and at one with her then. I think that period is different for everyone but the symbiosis was powerful between my mother and me.  I never questioned my existence in her presence.

reflection of me
in those hazel eyes
I am perfect

I am not sure when I felt separate. As I understood more about G-d and The Eucharist (communion) again, I felt connected and not separate. I used to feel a warmth or glow so intense after communion, it made me weep…

if He exists
then and only then
am I

Later in my adult life, learning various imageries and meditation starting with mindful breathing, I chose two imageries to form one which I have been doing for decades that make me feel free of the clutters of worry and stress …then I  begin to exist.

each breath
urging through the darkness
fuels surrender

each breath
pure air
gives life

urging through the darkness
the spirit
grows

fuels surrender
emerge above the surface
like a lotus

© Tournesol’16/05/19

Episode 2, The Latifa Prayer “I exist” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Lazy afternoon (troiku)

©Clr`16 Lac Boivin, Granby, Qc.

on a windless day
six circles take shape
a pebble skips

on a windless day
lake is like a mirror
child makes faces

six circles take shape
sparrows skip one by one
a pebble sinks

a pebble skips
child holds his breath
counting up to six

© Tournesol’16/05/15

Haiku Horizons: prompt is “skip”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai

sparrows wait (troibun)

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 at our host’s website CarpeDiemHaikuKai here.

Daily Moments – silken blessings (troibun)

She saw an ant by the living room window…a sure sign spring is nearing summer. The heat is already getting to her with the ragweed gnawing at her sinuses. Her chest is heavy although she blames the pollution and the pollen of the old oak tree and ragweed.  Yes, that’s it, dust and pollution.

(c) Clr '15My grands, Mia and Heidi (sisters)
(c) Clr ’15My grands, Mia and Heidi (sisters)

In July she will be house and pet sitting for a week in Rougemont, a small village known for its apple orchards. In the back yard there are very berry bushes, three apple trees, lilacs, rose bushes and a long yard for Mia and Heidi to run. The end of the yard is lined with various trees that give an illusion of being in the country by the forest. She likes to sit there at mid-day in the shade and cool breeze the leaves offer her. The girls have their spot in the shade after they’ve had their time to play tag and play wrestle. They are sisters but fraternal twins. Mia is a Golden mix and Heidi is a German Shepherd mix. And she, is their Nana. 

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apple blossoms
blessings in many forms
fingertips on silk

apple blossoms
fruitful
promises

blessings in many forms
Golden licks a hand
that pets her

fingertips on silk
under the elm tree
spellbound

© Tournesol’16-05-14

Daily Moments   Silken Blessings  Troibun May 14, 2016

beached (troiku)

(troiku)

huddled together
gulls babble incessantly
feathers flap wildly

huddled together
waves keep rolling over
all watch with intrigue

gulls babble incessantly
a habit they so cherish
eyeing their new find

feathers flap wildly
shield this maiden – forsaken
damned goons left for dead

© Tournesol ’16/05/11

Written for ThreeWordWednesday: Babble, Cherish, Damned

 

night escort (troiku)

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walking home at night
yet never quite alone
he winks at her

walking home at night
escorted like a lover
the shadow follows

yet never quite alone
street lights form shapes
clinging to her

he winks at her
glowing in the sky
that crescent moon

© Tournesol’16/05/11

©Clr'16
©Clr’16

Daily Moments ~ May 11,2016 Night Escort