kite on a branch (haiga)

Deviant Art Red Kite in a Tree -JBordons

red kite in flight,
snares on a tree branch
squirrel’s new friend

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

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

Mother Earth’s quilt (haiga)

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Our host has posted music to inspire us. I don’t know about you but fairies, leprechauns and angels keep fluttering in my mind’s eye.  Perhaps it is the Irish in me for I do love Celtic music and this piece brings me close to my Irish roots on Ballybunion. I am not much of a fairy tale writer as you may have noticed in my other blog I wrote for the Lavender Lady at MLMM prompt. My children told me while they were growing up all the bedtime stories, I invented when tucking them in, were not subtle enough…all had a morale to the tale and they quickly figured it out.  . Well, what do you want with a mom who is a counsellor and family life educator?  But I do remember one tale of the rabbit with those long droopy ears and that extra tall giraffe who were…

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Mother Earth’s quilt (haiga)

Our host has posted music to inspire us. I don’t know about you but fairies, leprechauns and angels keep fluttering in my mind’s eye.  Perhaps it is the Irish in me for I do love Celtic music and this piece brings me close to my Irish roots on Ballybunion. I am not much of a fairy tale writer as you may have noticed in my other blog I wrote for the Lavender Lady at MLMM prompt. My children told me while they were growing up all the bedtime stories, I invented when tucking them in, were not subtle enough…all had a morale to the tale and they quickly figured it out.  . Well, what do you want with a mom who is a counsellor and family life educator?  But I do remember one tale of the rabbit with those long droopy ears and that extra tall giraffe who were bullied but I digress.

 This music brought me to a whimsical place but not quite lost.  My desk faces a patio window and I see the trees shedding more each day especially with the cold rain in the past three days.  So listening to this beautiful piece of music I can’t help but see fairies working tirelessly adorning warm coverlets before the white duvet that is far from warm, but cold…very cold will cover our earch.

Here is the music our host has posted to inspire us:

Adrian von Ziegler – Sacred Earth

And here is his beautiful haiku:

Mother Earth blossoms
while I dream of unknown paths –
the scent of roses

© Chèvrefeuille

My humble offering I wrote this morning but never had a chance to post because I forgot it on my laptop at home 😦

Autumn Fairies – Mental Mishap Deviant Art

cross-stitch fondly
gold and amber threads,
Mother Earth’s quilt

~

fairies darn briskly
trimming season’s quilt,
frost’s preamble

© Tournesol ’14

Sacred Earth – Carpe Diem

Early worm catches the fruit (haiga)

© Early worm
© Clr ’14 Early worm

Anticipation

ripened fruit awaits, but

worm beat me

© Tournesol

Originally posted by Cheryl-Lynn at Tournesol dans un jardin

 

Mirror (haiga)

(c) Clr ’14 Looking in the Mirror

 

communicating
I can see me smiling
mirrored in their face

+

curse or G-d’s joke
reflection says I am so old
ignores inner child

(c) Tournesol

Originally Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts ’14/08/17 at Tournesol dans un jardin

Carpe Diem Family Shadow #6 “Mirror”

Sun bows (haiga)

Carpe Diem Special #102, Jim Kacian’s 3rd “falling leaves”

falling leaves
the house comes
out of the wood

© Jim Kacian

Our host writes:flowers of ice

on the window melting in the sun –
“look dad! it snows!”

© Chèvrefeuille

(c) clr - Tournesol '14
(c) clr – Tournesol ’14

sun bows
into the horizon,
hush! baby sleeps

© Tournesol

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/16

Lovers by the pond (haiga)

Click here to read Lovers by the pond (haiga) at Tournesol dans un jardin

Ramblings on life (haiga)

(haiku)

hot muggy day
spider finds a cool safe place
took a bubble bath

August sailing
gusty winds tense the jib
crow kissed a windshield

fly fidgets
buzzes around his arm.
SWAT!

spider spins
all night long diligently
Eureka!

children’s park
swings, teeter totters, slides
barbarian invasion

children giggling
bright coloured kites catch the sun
string floats silently

© Tournesol ’14
© Tournesol ’14
© Tournesol ’14
© Tournesol ’14
 

(free verse)

If I were an insect,
who knows how my life would end?
If I were a bird,
who knows how the wind would blow?
If I were a child living in the wrong part of the world,
who knows when my life would end?
Life is a gift for some,
a puzzle for so many,
an affliction for too many…

What life lends
may be a mystery
black and white blends
interesting and dreary
I can always count
on rivers to flow
on the sun to glow
sunsets sublime
and the moon to shine

originally published @ Tournesol dans un Jardin

© Tournesol 2014/08/12