Baby’s breath (Troiku)

Our host at Carpe Diem has given us a haiku by Iio Sogi to inspire us but he has asked us to try to also write a Troiku if possible.

Both grasses and trees
waiting for the moon
dewy evening   © lio Sogi

Here is my Troiku:

(c) Static Flickr

dewdrops
sparkle like diamonds
savannah gleams

dewdrops
mother nature`s kiss
baby’s breath

sparkle like diamonds
mother’s gaze at her newborn
tears of joy

savannah gleams
revels in transcendence
new dawn

(c) Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Special #127, Sogi’s third “dewy evening “

New Year’s Parade (haiku)

CP Lion dance (Shishimai)

© Wikimedia Lion Dance Shishimai

dance of the lion
Aunt Kaminari disguised
New Year’s explodes

© Tournesol ’15

piercing arrow (haiga)

piercing arrow
stabbed my heart
only time will heal

©  Tournesol ’15

riverdance (haibun)

© Clr '14
© Clr ’14

I really must go back home, mom’s home, to sit by the window and look at the dance of birds. So many different birds taking their turn pecking at the feeder hanging over la rivière Yamaska. What astonished me was the cardinal who is twice the size of the other birds not gaining control over these birds. I guess in the feathered world, size does not matter but cunning prowess and speed does. Why who would have thought that “foxiness” reigns (grins) among birds?

Rival cardinal,
hummingbird wins the contest
dancing on the feeder

© Tournesol ’15

CP Timeglass “Dance”

dancing interlude (haiku)

bitter cold winds
pirouetting midst the old oak,
scarf on a branch
~
winter promenade
dances on mirrored street,
the old man falls

**or**
winter promenade
hobbling across mirrored street
tap dancing
**or**
winter promenade
leaping across mirrored street
break dance

© Tournesol ’15

CP Timeglass “dance”

combing cards (haiga)

combing images
reciting ancient verses,
tots play patty-cake

© Tournesol ’15

© Deviantart -Binoftrash

CP Card Games (Karuta)

Farmers’ market (haibun)

Marché Jean-Talon – Montréal

Going to the farmers’ market as a young child was an adventure. My grandmother would take me and I enjoyed the social aspect of it. Farmers chatting with GrandMaman, so many knew her for she was a midwife and probably assisted many births in those farm houses.  It was also a place appropriate to bargain at the local market and sometimes just listening to some of the bantering made it fun to be here with her.  It’s sort of cool tagging along someone so well known, respected and loved.

Although we lived in town  she still knew her fresh vegetables seeing as she had several gardens, flora and vegetables and she knew how to choose fresh meat. She would even test fish  by taking a tiny piece raw and taste it to see if it was really fresh; I guess it is no surprise that I learned to eat a tiny portion of fresh extra-lean grown steak raw sprinkled with salt while she was making hamburgers.  You have to remember that in those days we went to the butcher and saw him grind the fresh steak.

farmer’s market
old woman picks at the fish
it glared at her

© Tournesol ’15

meaning of life (haiku)

should I feel remorse
defying its true purpose?
escargot à l’ail

~
please Great Spirit
don’t let me return as a snail
the walk will kill me

© Tournesol’15

CP Little Creatures series – Mud Snails

Home sweet home (haibun)

Sogi’s haiku that our host so beautifully translated gives me such a beautiful image of hope.

abandoned house
the garden taken over –
butterfly home   © Iio Sogi (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)

I get expectant feelings as  I imagine butterflies,insects, stray cats, rodents and birds making a home wherever they can especially during our cold winter months. Even a homeless person who may find a “good spot” shielded from bitter cold winds and rain appreciates  our view of “nothing” as “home”.

Verger d’Emilie
winter’s hostage
free rent

~

abandoned kiosk
finch and sparrows
moving in

~
moving in
cats and mice playing nice
catch me if you can

~
padlocked fruit stand,
awning offers shelter,
beggar’s castle

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Sogi’s Butterfly Home

lost interest (tan renga with Ese)

the endless night
unable to count the stars
in the frozen pond (Ese)

snow clouds floating overhead
bored,  I soon lost interest (Tournesol)

CP Tan Renga with Ese