after the storm (haiku – troiku)

(haiku)

looks in the mirror
puffy eyes and mouth,
after the storm

after the storm
a thousand “I’m sorry’s”
sounds of white noise

(troiku)
in the looking glass
shades of black and blue
after the storm

in the looking glass
stranger stares back
void of life

shades of black and blue
dreams of rainbow colours
pretends life is fine

after the storm
a hundred and one promises
until the next

Haiku Horizons “after”

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #62 Troiku

resilient seeds (haiku)

wind blown seeds
in a haphazard way
reaped a miracle

most gardens thrive,
through laboured hours and love,
sunflower necks stretch

most of city life
immune from noxious air
September blossoms boast

Three Word Wednesday

Maple seeds (haibun)

As a child she used to climb the maple tree at her Grandmaman’s and take the maple seeds and see them float in the air like a helicopter. But sometimes she would just lie on her back on the grass by the river, looking up and pretend they were miniature bananas!

river breeze
bananas sway gently
takes me far away

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020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September Divine Intervention (haiga)

chaque coup de pinceau
à travers la glace , forge
Sa signature

through the looking glass-
each brush stroke bares,
His signature

020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September 20th, with Rick Daddario -“painting”

Lazy afternoon (30 doh – haiga -019 September)

lazy ripples
nature’s quell in reverence
wings of a swan

graceful ceremony
devotees bow

30 doh – 019 Shoreline – Rick Daddario

That first snow ( haibun)

Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…

that first snow

falling on sacred ground

hides her name

Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow

circling gnats (tan renga)

before the dusk
lingering in the cobweb
the last of the light (© Ese)

gnats buzzing over the pond
a frog shocks them with a splash

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge, Ese’s “before the dusk”

Greeting autumn (30 doh -018 September 18)

butterfly greets fall
last of the daisies giggle
love life ’til the end

30 days of haiga – -018 with Rick Daddario
Northern Hemisphere: Greeting cards

late frost ( Jisei)

This is the last haiku by Basho. It is now known as his “death poem” or Jisei.

ill on a journey
my dreams start to wander
across desiccated fields

It’s very common in classical times that poets wrote their death-poem, the last poem of their life.

Here is our host’s Jisei

my dreams wander
along the path of my life …
Honeysuckle blooms

Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away

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Today on my way to work I was shocked to see new blossoms in the thicket. Most of the flowers are dying except for sunflowers growing through the concrete in the street and tiny daisies among dead bushes. The bees were busy kissing every flower they could find today and one lone blue butterfly winked at me.

a bed of daisies
unusual blossoms
end of season

a bed of daisies
lie in wait
like poppies

unusual blossoms
caress my weary bones
butterfly kiss

end of season
contemplating
a late frost

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