death and beyond (haiga)

Indian Summer – Québec

Our Ghost Writer at Carpe Diem today is Gary Gay and our inspiration is October as the first full autumn month. I love that that photo chosen with vibrant colours is in Québec and near the Richelieu River where I raised my family.

Gary asks us to “Think outside the Box” when you use Halloween topics. It can be a good source of humour as well. Here is his example of thinking outside the box or misdirection.

My skeleton

going for a walk

in the cemetery © Gary Gay

The poem has a subject of death and yet Gary’s skeleton is still alive.

Here is my attempt in both languages in honour of that lovely autumn photo in Québec dans la Vallée du Richelieu

©Heavenly Tranquility – Flickr

mains en prière
parlant à GrandPapa,
lui! sait m’écouter

~

hands clasped,
speaking to GrandPapa…
he! truly listens

© Tournesol ’14

          Now for a the Halloween theme. Every Halloween I would dress up with my children so neighbours would NOT recognize me. Part of it was the fun of dressing up and walking around incognito and the other reason, I did not want neighbours to favour my children with extra treats. But I DID get treats as well…no one knew if I was man or women…they would talk to me in English to see if I was ME and I’d shrug my shoulders; they would try in French to see if I was the children’s father, and I would shrug  again.

One year I dressed up as Count Dracula., with black dye in my short hair slicked back wearing a red lined long black cape.   I had the pointy teeth and everything and traces of blood dripping from my lips in each side. As we arrived at the crescent there was a mom with very young children. One little girl looked up at me and started crying. I felt so bad but hugging her would surely have traumatized her more. I never wore scary outfits thereafter and dressed as a hobo the remaining years.

blood stained chin
black cloak blows in autumn wind,
little girl wails

© Tournesol ’14

season’s end (haiku)

(haiku)

fallen leaf
led by destiny’s flow
season’s end

© Tournesol ’14
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Frédéric Chopin – Classique, Sonata no.9

Time flies away

park muse

It seems like yesterday

‘twas only Sunday

and here we are

already Wednesday

Time flies away!

And such summery

glorious balmy days!

if only it could pass

slower and relaxed

I’d sit in the park

with pen in hand

and let my muse

soak up the land.

Such beauty

takes my breath away!

It seems like yesterday

‘twas only Sunday

and here we are

already Wednesday

time just flew away!

©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written October 2, 2013

Photo credit: Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2013