cat braves the cold,
light of the milky way
catches a mouse
~
glares with spite
silhouette beneath the stars
the owl hoots
© Tournesol ’14
scent of pine trees (Tan Renga)
The goal of this Tan Renga Challenge #54 at Carpe Diem is to write a second stanza of two lines (classical syllables-count 7-7) towards the haiku by Ese. To make the Tan Renga complete … but this haiku evoked so many memories, I could not choose only one so I am posting them all.
Our host’s completion
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
sunlight strokes my naked body
blankets have slipped away
© Chèvrefeuille
and now my attempts:
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
tap dancing on a tin roof
a lazy sultry afternoon
© Tournesol
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
kindling scents of woodsy pine
clumsy kiss of innocents
© Tournesol
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
lips softly brush my shoulder
like wings of a butterfuly
© Tournesol
Pearly grey isn’t so bad (haibun)
Things rarely turn out as I imagine. This is sometimes best for what joy, discoveries and excitement would I find if my life was all mapped out. I’d be like a peg on a wall map. My need to control would actually make me a slave of my making. Do I get disappointed with the outcomes of life’s events? Of course I do many times. The heartaches, the disappointments and the self-degradation are part of life and in some ways who I am. I am a product of my past and life experiences. How I make of it, is still my choice. We always have choices…not always in abundance. I may have to choose for a pearly grey from a drab grey but still, I have a choice. And with the darkness of despair how else would I be blinded by the beauty of the glowing stars as well as golden sun? If I have doubts about love and being loved, I meet exuberance when I am embraced by those who do love me. It may come from someone I have not been waiting and then that makes it a double bonus cherished and forever imprinted on my heart.
I am a daydreamer by day and by night. Many times I cannot tell where a dream started or where a fantasy ended. And is that important? When life takes too long to show its glowing stars, I escape into stories I devour for days and days. And more recently, I dip into my consciousness and write what transpires from many escapades in delusions and fantasies, me, myself my muse and I.
skies weep,
autumn showers
paths shimmer
raindrops
on golden leaves
hold me hostage
tints compete
greys lose race,
autumn scoffs
© Clr ’14
© Clr ’14
mediocre mouse
corn field plays
bumblebee
dreaming on canvas
beauty penned at night
© Tournesol ’14
Café de nuit (shadorma)
rendezvous
terrasse du café
sous la nuit
des étoiles
ce soir, sont engagés
pour s’aimer toujours
~
rendevous
at café terrasse
underneath
the night stars
that night, they made their promise
forever to love.
© Tournesol ’14
Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt
mystic fields (haiku)
Our host has introduced Karunesh – Magic Fields as our inspiration to write a haiku. Here is our host’s offering:
magic is in the air
the sweet perfume of autumn
brings ecstasy
© Chèvrefeuille
nature’s glory
whispering grace,
mystic fields
© Tournesol ’14
Isle of Chrisanthemum (haibun)
Bones (senryû)
Originally posted at my blogspot at Tournesol dans un jardin, Bones
Bones
wildflowers
emerald blankets covering
beds of bones
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beds of bones
sounds of wailing children
haunting the night
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haunting the night
smell of death and venom
barbarians’ breath
© Tournesol ’14
Fallen leaf (haibun)
Check my latest post on my Blogspot, Fallen Leaf (haibun) at Tournesol dans un Jardin
A story and haiku both written in English and in French.
False hope (shadorma/senryû)
Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin at BlogSpot.
When I saw this photo taken by Georgia at Basket and Sekhmet’s Library, I had to smile. I had taken a phto of 2 pay phones in the Métro last Spring. The fact that these are near such a lovely green space stirred contradictions…beauty, ugliness, pleasure and pain and this is what my muse came up with for Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.
(shadorma)
Assaults lurk
In the dead of night
behind trees
far from phones
cyclists never heard her screams
would have dialed for help.
(senryû)
predators always
study their territory
and their prey.
(shadorma)
phones by parks
gives false illusions
of safety
late at night
listen up! one`s never safe
when monsters still breathe
© Tournesol ’14
Now to make this fun a little and give me more of a challenge, I am adding my photos of these phones in the Métro. Having looked at them, my muse seems fixated on sad affairs.
(shadorma)
unused phones
ever see someone
actually
Use a phone?
subways are sometimes seedy
all’s in the open
(senryû)
people make believe
blind to sordid actions
“I ain’t seen nothin’”
(shadorma)
Unless there`s
a Samaritan
does good deeds
calls for help
shouts out loud scaring monsters
back into their hole.
(tilus)
Wherever you go, bring
along a
friend.
© Tournesol ’14
Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin, by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts
Couples (Carpe Diem – Tan Renga Challenge #47 “How rare the sight”
This prompt is a tan renga challenge. Our host, Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, has chosen a haiku written by Magical Mystical Teacher (MMT).
It was her response on this haiku by Basho:
how rare!
on leaving the mountain
the first eggplant
MMT’s response haiku was the following:
how rare the sight—
yellow blossoms brushing
the sky with light
© MMT
now we are to write a tan renga two lines of 7 syllables to this haiku. Our host`s tan renga is here:
how rare the sight—
yellow blossoms brushing
the sky with light (MMT)
I always will love her
underneath the Laburnum (Chèvrefeuille)
I struggled with various responses because I had several images of “yellow blossoms” from my personal life. So I broke it down to two and here they are:
Across the street from the church at my hometown, there is a small garden by the river, with various flowers. I remember taking a picture in June of the lovely yellow lilies and wished I could come back later in the summer to catch the flora at its peak in blossoming. Well, I did not but here is snapshots from June.
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how rare the sight—
yellow blossoms brushing
the sky with light (MMT)
Across the church, newly weds
yellow lilies cheer them on.
(c) Tournesol ’14
Of course there are also lovely daisies and sun roots in my friend’s garden in Bromont facing several mountains. This is where we went to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary last Sunday. A huge tent was pitched next to the Willow tree…what a lovely day celebrating such a lovely couple. To this day, I have never met a loving couple like these two people. You can feel the love they share. They still cuddle and always hold hands sitting close together.
how rare the sight—
yellow blossoms brushing
the sky with light (MMT)
Underneath the Willow tree
sun roots scan the mountains.
(c) Tournesol ’14
Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #47, MMT’s “how rare the sight”
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