Daily Moments ~ March 6-16 ~ baby girl blessed (haibun)

She was so blessed. How many people can say they were loved and nurtured by two mothers? She was born a bit early…just could not wait for spring. Her mother, Colombe, would visit her family every day off work which was Sunday and Monday.

It was Monday and Colombe felt so much energy that day. She was on pins and needles. She pushed the sled with her two year old all the way to visit her sister who had just gave birth to her third child, a girl, named Maryline and lived next door to their parents. Colombe had chosen that same name for her baby if it was a girl so she felt a bit annoyed that she would have to choose another name. Marilyn being the most popular name in the 50’s.

Later at almost one in the morning, Tuesday, March 9^th, Colombe gave birth to a baby girl, in her mother’s bed…

her first cry

safe in both their arms,

baby girl loved

Daily moments, fleeting thoughts on this Sunday, March 6^th 2016

HaikuHorizons “safe”

Daily Moments March 5-16 ~ chocolat c’est bon! (haibun)

Reading this post Le Petit Chocolat at BeyondTheFlow a few days ago inspired this thought today. Check out Rowena’s blog. It brought me back in time, imagining as a young child during lent, licking my lips looking at the display through the window of le Chocolaterie.

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Elle regarda dans la vitrine…tous ces formes de chocolat qui attira les enfants à Pâques. Elle lécha ses lèvres en visant le petit lapin au chocolat blanc. Elle ferma ses yeux murmurant une petite prière. Elle respecta le carême tel que les indices de sa maman. Est-ce qu’elle peut attendre encore quelques semaines pour apaiser son appétit succulent?

crémeuse et souple
savourant ce doux péché
chocolat de Pâque

Daily Moments ~ March 5-16

Daily Moments March 4/16 ~ Inner Peace (haibun)

Her master sits by the window reading The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying then turns her gaze towards her pet, in awe.

Her feline friend appears pleased with her presence. Yet, one just has to read her body language …

warmth of her love,
yet the light from within
brings true peace

Daily Moments ~ March 4/16

facade (troiku)

5694935622_5ab00710f0_b — Carnival in Venice -29 by Stefan Insam CC BY-SA 2.0

(troiku)

masking facade
bold yet striking
hollow eyes

masking facade
hiding frowns
liquid tears

bold yet striking
her last
charade

hollow eyes
death of the soul
disemboweled

Photo challenge – MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

dancing by the lake (haibun)

When she was a young teen she would sit behind the wooden stage propped up near Lake Champlain at Isle le Motte, Vermont. Every Saturday, the owners of the campground would play fifty’s music. It was 1965 and she would sit with her older sister and they would watch their parents dance. Her mother was 5ft 2-3/4” and her father was 5ft 11”. They would sweep the floor with their soft feet floating on that wooden stage. Her mom on her tip toes swooning at the love her life. Her father with his charismatic smile. They danced like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire…only her father was much more handsome.

bodies touching
heat of a summer’s night
under moonlit sky

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Daily Moments March 3/16 ~ Child’s Play (haiku)

child’s smile
prelude to animated
belly laughs

inspired by the photo at Waruni Anuruddhika ~ Film and photography

Daily Moments March 3 2016 ~ Child’s Play

daisies on her wall (troiku)

stripped naked
piercing look of pure hatred
obeys evil whims

stripped naked
dives into her tapestry
of wild daisies

piercing look of pure hatred
swallows her
-whole

obeys evil whims
in a field of daisies,
her soul escapes

Written for Three Word Wednesday: Naked, Obey, Piercing

Daily Moments ~ March 2 2016 – holding on ~Haiku

storms in gusts
grasping at straws – like,
a jealous lover

Daily Moments ~ March 2 2016 – Haiku

summer solstice (haibun)

http://dversepoets.com/2016/02/29/haibun-monday-8/

They had been pen pals for two years. It felt like forever, he had been waiting to meet her again but Genvieve had to wait until she was seventeen. Maman would never had allowed this meeting until then. Jean-Claude Tremblay was her third cousin or as they said in Saint Félicien, “cousin de la fesse gauche”. He was twenty-six when they first met at les funérailles de mon oncle Léo two years ago. It was love at first sight. He, with his liquid blue eyes and Genevieve with her golden blonde locks and chocolate brown eyes. Her life was never the same after their encounter. Waiting was like being deprived of chocolate during Lent for over one hundred weeks. “Impossible!!” she thought, “ C’était de la torture!” Now this June 24^th, la fête de la Saint-Jean Baptiste, he had decided it was time to speak to her parents as well as celebrate la fête nationale.

They corresponded every two weeks for two years and now, the wait was over. She sighed, feeling a little sensation below her abdomen her mother had not quite explained to her when they had “the talk” quand on deviant femme.

She sat in the boudoir of la gare Windsor pretending to read a novel de Victor Hugo. She had arrived from les canton de l’est early in the morning. She looked at the clock on the wall. It read twenty minutes to noon. She felt a flip flop in her tummy, crossed the room to face the mirror and patted her chignon and pinched her cheeks. “Parfait!” she whispered staring at her eyes swimming in love and want.

She went into the main hall of the station near Gate 24.

heat of suspense
summer solstice hangs on,
lovers’ desires

Written for Dverse Poets ~ Haibun Monday