Tag: grief

Daily Moments March 13/16 ~ reminiscing (haibun)

The past whispers as she honours her sibling’s birthday;  sitting by the water she inhales a hope for  spring despite the ice covered lake. She feels her mother’s presence and together,  they bathe in sun’s glory.  She remembers how her uncle enjoyed ice fishing too, in those little cabins spread out on the lake. Ah those brave souls… fishing was only part of the experience, he used to tell her. That was not that long ago it seems. How important it is to embrace precious moments that become treasures stored for later.

© Clr'16 Brome Lake, Photo Credits: Karen D.
© Clr’16
Brome Lake, Photo Credits: Karen D.

squinting at the sun,
gems bouncing off the snow,
memoirs of times passed

© Tournesol’16/03/13

Daily Moments March 13/16 ~ remininscing (haibun)

Daily Moments – Feb 8/16 Raging winds (haibun)

Bitter cold greets her as steps out to catch her bus. Branches lay on the lawn that had snapped off the tree by the patio. It was as if Mother Nature was no longer weeping but in a state of rage.

biting wind
swirls into a raised fist
grieves in fury

© Tournesol ’16/2/8

Daily Moments – Feb 8 2016

Daily moments Jan 30/16 ~ mourning clouds (haiku)

©Clr`16/01/28
©Clr`16/01/28

mourning clouds takeover
spilling with a vengeance
tears in heaven

© Tournesol ’16/01/30

Daily Moments January 30 2016

daily moments Jan 29 2016 weeping Haiku

©Clr’16/01/29

grey skies
snowflakes turn to rain
weeping

weeping
mother nature
mourns

©Tournesol’16/01/29

daily moments Jan 29 2016 weeping Haiku

the annunciation (troiku)

At the Secret Keeper, the weekly writing prompts are the following words:

WAIT | MEET | TEAR | ACCEPT | CEASE | which you can write various forms of poetry or flash fiction 300 to 500 words.

 I decided to write a Troiku (a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, one of my favourite waka forms.

The annunciation

© CLR 2016
© CLR 2016

(Troiku)

last Christmas Eve
it waits upon a crooked fence
a crow eyes its prey

last Christmas Eve
dark skies meet a mother’s grief
crushed – she must accept

waiting on the crooked fence
a mother’s relentless tears
will never cease

a crow eyes its prey
poor pinky* squeals for mercy
mother’s howl of woe

© Tournesol ’16/01/04

*pinky = baby mouse

unusual encounter (haibun)

Last year a few days before Christmas something inexplicable happened. It had been only a few weeks since her mother passed; suddenly, the coffee maker turned on by itself in the middle of the night. She sat straight on the antique wooden chair in the kitchen,  and then, she felt cold air approaching her. She closed her eyes, willing herself to remain as still as possible and that is when she felt a wave of love pass through her whole being. Never had she experienced such a feeling.

mystical meeting
mother’s love touched her soul
swathed in downy peace

© Tournesol ’15/12/23

Carpe Diem: Seven days before Christmas #5 Peace

hearing sounds (haibun)

when I close my eyes,
brings me back in time
her voice soothes me

her voice soothes me haiga
      June 22, 1926 – Dec. 2, 2014

Snippets of her presence slip into dreams when least expected. Sometimes her shadow appears  in the most unlikely moments, and yet I know it is she…

mom

scent of Givenchy
taking in her playful laugh
visits in my dreams

parfum de Givenchy
enveloppé par son rire taquin
rendez-vous dans mes rêves

© Tournesol ’15/12/02

bare beauty (haibun)

 

/© Clr ’15/07/25

Summer visits on these sacred grounds, loving friends and families rest in peace.  Weeping willows adorn the gardens  among the birch and evergreens like special spices turn her grandmother’s  turkey stuffing outstanding.

© Clr'15© Clr’15

Today she visits her mother’s place of rest setting a poinsettia at the grave site.  December 2nd will be one year since she left to join her step-father. Now they rest together, resuming their love story of yesteryear.  The bare weeping willows and birch stand silent in respect for those who rest.  The sun sets as she chants her mantra softly.

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

wispy willow weeps,
autumn sheds its leaves- yet,
naked beauty

© Tournesol’15

dementia (haiku)

(c) Clr’14

Thinks of her mother
leaving this world unknowingly
will she forget too?

© Tournesol ‘15/11/02

Haiku Horizons “forget”

That first snow ( haibun)

© Clr '14
© Clr ’14

Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…

that first snow

falling on sacred ground

hides  her name

(c) Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow