vers le Vieux Port (haiga)

© Clr 2014 moving towards Montreal Old Port
© Clr 2014 moving towards Montreal Old Port

arbres se fixent aux teintes
guident citernes sur la voie maritime
sous nuages sombres

trees cling to last hues
guide tankers on the seaway
under grim clouds

© Tournesol `14

Photos taken crossing le pont Champlain, these strips of land, one is a bike path leading to the Old Port of Montreal. Tankers sail along these waters as well.

cloud lurks (haiga)

© Clr '14 Hazy Day
© Clr ’14 Hazy Day

dark cloud lurks
white billows hide away
threat of rain

© Tournesol ’14

© Clr '14 Billow Cover
© Clr ’14 Billow Cover

sleepy skyline
clouds forming cover,
sun squints

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Time Glass, Clouds

sleepless night (haiga)

(c) Clr ’14

sleepless night

mind in pandemonium

dawn breathes peace

(c) Tournesol ’14

Haiku Horizons

fallen leaf (haiga)

© Clr '14
© Clr ’14

lonely leaf floats
 searching in my reflection
a ripple

© Tourneslo ’14

Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars

muted silence (tan renga)

When  I first read this haiku by JazzyTower from Thoughts and Entanglements     I had an idea of what I wanted to write to complete it but then I read Jen’s Winding/Woven at Blog it or Lose it and it inspired a different slant to my renga and haiku to complete this hokko.

Here is Jen’s completion:

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails     
(c) Jazzytower

woven into a poem
fading quickly at sunrise    (c) Jen R

Here is our host, Chèvrefeuille’s completion:

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails                                 (c) Jazzytower

hear! monks chant Om Mani Padme Hum
spreading peace all around the globe      (c)  Chèvrefeuille

It was that second line “foregn tongues absorbed in dreams” that formed my original stirring  and Jen’s post completed the potion.  For the past twenty odd years, I often dream lucid dreams.  I can change some things and it’s like I am co-editor of my film now and then EXCEPT for nightmares.  I am aware where I am, I am fully concious I want to get the heck out of Dodge but that editor in chief just will not let me. Man, that is a terrible feeling and when I wake up I do NOT want to go back to sleep…all lights are on and time to stay awake for a while reading or writing.

Screamng girl by Sandra Hultsfed – Deviant Art

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails        (c)  Jazzytower

stuck in this twilight zone
clawing out in muted screams

sequinned in sweat,
facing sighs of relief, Home!
Home! home at last.                      (c)  Tournesol

bliss (haiku)

Bastet gave us a lovely musical video to help inspire  our muse at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie  Such a lovely choice too! I love violins and the harp…such beautiful instruments that mimic nature as well as human nature.

Bliss

harp breathing life
sunflowers twirl in concert
bees buzz

violin weeps,
mother’s happy tears
newborn

butterfly haven,
sunflowers pirouette
nature’s ballet

© Tournesol ’14

I can’t help but feel movement in this prompt, in nature and spiritually as well. Hence, this will be my offering for Carpe Diem “Movement”

summer sounds (haiga)

Kidzone

cricket’s shrill
invades the night,
a toad burps

 © Tournesol’14

Carpe Diem “Little Creatures”

tenacity/la ténacité (haiku)

© Clr Métro Rosemont
© Clr Métro Rosemont

at the subway 
beggar pleads each commuter,
never loses hope

au métro
mendiant plaide chaque passager
ne perd jamais espoir

~

autumn gusts rip
through a day`s hard labour,
spider spins anew

© Tournesol’14

Carpe Diem TackleItTuesday #12

on humility (haiku)

takes his cue on stage,
audience murmurs solemnly
Serenity Prayer

~
beggar mutters
daily mantra um-teem times
holding out his cup

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem TackleitTuesday #11

an angel stands in wait (haiku)

Thinking of my friend this week…

her sobs echo
across the Atlantic
a long journey

Caspian Sea and
Arabian Gulf imbibe
salty tears

the skies rumble
iridescent light,
safe passage

pain free at last
an angel stands by, waiting
in white light

heavens whisper
the last chapter,
Rumi stirs

© Tournesol ‘14

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Don’t run away from grief , o soul
Look for the remedy inside the pain.
because the rose came from the thorn
and the ruby came from a stone
.

© Rumi