leaving the nest (haibun)

At Carpe Diem, we are asked to write a haibun to the haiku written by Kala Ramesh., Taking Flight.  The narrative and haiku must not be more thatn 150 words.  Here is my narrative.

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Her mother told her she was her “baton de veillesse”. Every birthday, her mother repeated the story that she was conceived on a Sunday afternoon. “You were planned. You are special.”

She knew what her mother meant with those innuendos and guilt trips, “after all I did for you.” When she finished college, she had to return home to help her parents support her three younger siblings.

“Is this my calling?” she often asked the Great Spirit. She felt this responsibility getting heavier each year. Once the youngest sibling had fled the nest to marry, she too decided it was time.

One June night, she left in the wee hours of the morning never looking back.

Cher Maman & Papa,
Merci de me donner la vie; maintenant je vais la vivre.
Votre fille, bien aimée xx

 

taking flight –
a butterfly shrugs off
its shadow
© Kala Ramesh

(147 words)

Baton de viellesse is a French expression meaning that child has a duty to take care of her parents when they age. It was probably often used before pensions or social security existed.

shining star (tanka)

sun plays peekaboo

sun winks at me beyond despair

sea of waves
gentle pearls in the sky
veil of shining star
playing peekaboo
before settling for the night.

sun winks at me
spilling morsels of brightness
I’m filled with grace
shall rise above despair
tomorrow is another day.

© Tournesol ’15

delusions (haiku)

April showers
Mother Nature spring-cleaning
false impression

our planet cries
bury our heads in the sand
defend delusions

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Delusions

journey embraced (haibun)

Living in solitude, eating lightly, controlling the thought, word, and deed; ever absorbed in yoga of meditation, and taking refuge in detachment. Bhagavad Gita

I used to travel by train, bus or car Montreal to Toronto which was about a 5 hour trip; I kept counting how many kilometers I had left to get to my destination. Now I rather take the train and enjoy the scenery…I try to stay awake to enjoy sites I missed all those years when I was in a hurry. That vast Lake Ontario, the farmlands, trees and so many quaint towns we pass along the way now capture my attention.  No longer am I attached to time and destination…the journey is part of the trip.

caterpillar rests
embracing tranquility
butterfly flutters

(c) Tournesol ’15

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Carpe Diem Detaching 

nouvelle vie (haiku)

Carpe Diem Time Glass

feuille novice
inspirant nouvelle vie
regarde! larmes de joie!

fledgling leaf
breathing new life
Look! tears of joy!

(c) Tournesol `15

summer showers (haiku)

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Shuukan. The emphasis is on GRACE (enlarge your capacity of compassion) as defined by Joan Halifax, a Zen Buddhist.

G Gathering attention

R Recalling intention

A Attuning to self other

C Considering

E Engaging

Our host writes:

after the rain
that sweet perfume of the earth –
cherry blossoms bloom
© Chèvrefeuille

Photo credits: Melissa Otterbein

hot summer showers
cools pavement on city streets
a homeless soaks her feet

a homeless soaks her feet
giddy like a young child
splashing with delight

splashing with delight
hot summer showers
fragrance of city parks

© Tournesol ’15

Loyal Friend (Haibun)

This was inspired by a Choka I wrote previously, here, when contemplating on the wren.

The woman would sit on the cold concrete during her fifteen minute break. She was wrapped in woolen coat, toque and scarf, shielded by cement pillars. That cold winter, ten years ago, sat in mourning contemplation by a bed of frozen dirt, was once a garden. Twelve months went by as she sat day by day, accompanied by her faithful wren.

Haiga wren on frozen garden

bereft, she sits
wren pecks on frozen soil,
a sacred visit

© Tournesol ’15

city dwellers in winter (choka)

Seagulls – TorontoStar

(choka)

sits by the garden
now a bed of frozen dirt

framed in grey concrete
watches evening traffic flow

three pigeons peck crumbs
office people may have dropped

the cry of seagulls
alert brethren siting food

screech getting closer
envy, greed tormenting gull

pigeons gulp with haste
all but one flew away

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Photo credits: Katrin Schaak – Flickr

then down for the kill
gull assaults the trembling bird

walkers passing by
chase the gull who flies away

bitter cold winter
turns them all into vultures

watching the whole show
wren hunts in that bed of dirt

mourner’s sacred sign
day by day, wren visits her
reminiscing of the past

© Tournesol ’15

 

Wikimedia – Carolina Wren

autumn wind (tan renga)

© Clr ’14

howling wind —
an autumn note within
the bamboo flute (Kala Ramesh)

rustling leaves prepare to fall
whistling wind turns into shrills

trembling twigs
awaiting emptiness
their naked fate

© Tournesol ’15

sleepy seedlings (haiku)

© clr 2014
© clr 2014

somnolent seeds
cultivating with love
promise of growth

promise of growth
in quest of nirvana
budding flower

(c) Tournesol ’15