Stanley Park chase (Tan Renga)

cherry blossom rain
young girls with pink umbrellas
watched by eager boys (JazzBumpa)

pacific gust lifts his cap
they smile as he runs by

girls giggling
amused with this new chase
shamed boy drops his head

butterfly kiss (tanka)

budding heart,
kissed by a butterfly
then I woke up
silken strokes from reveries
momentary bliss

CP Timeglass Lightness

Hazy moon (haiga)

Lazy moon

following smoky clouds,

playing peekaboo

Haiku Horizons – Play

wandering at twilight (Troiku)

Wandering alone

dark quagmires freeze

lost in time

wandering alone

deep in thought

I get lost

dark quagmires freeze

scattered trees look like ghosts

with skinny arms

lost in time

bumped into ghosts of bygone

tears freeze on my cheek

© Tournesol ’15

Sweet Fragrance (Tan Renga)

CP Tan Renga Challenge

sweet perfume
mingles with the sound of rain –
a dog barks
© Chèvrefeuille

sweet perfume
mingles with the sound of rain
a dog barks
~
butterflies create fragrance
lovers burst in rhapsody
~
sultry afternoon
suburban rendezvous,
dogs not allowed

Sieste des papillions (haibun)

Sleeping With Butterflies by tincek-marincek — Sleeping With Butterfliesby tincek-marincek at Deviantart

Once upon a time on l’isle des Papillons, there lived a royal family and their minions. It was a small island. The king and queen had only one son and they hoped to find a suitable princess for their Fabien. But Fabien did not like the confines of the castle. It was boring, no children to play with and now that he would soon be sixteen, he had more and more thoughts of escaping this royal prison.

He was permitted to go fishing with Jean Lessard, the cooks brother. He rarely caught anything but he learned to swim, diving into the ocean and swimming with the fish made him feel a part of nature. He got to know Jean’s son Philippe. They were the same age, same height and actually looked a lot alike…it was uncanny. Lately, Jean and Philippe Lessard were taking a longer route to the beach. They found a beautiful wild garden a few kilometres into the woods. They would stop for a few hours there and eat their packed lunch Jean’s brother had prepared for the prince. Of course there was too much for one person and the three enjoyed the royal picnic.

golden lilies
tease enchanted harem,
butterflies

One day Fabien was lying down on the grass admiring the daisies and wild lilies in the garden. Butterflies were resting calmly as if on cue it was their temps de sieste. Fabien had an idea…he switched clothes with Philippe and decided they would reverse their roles for one month. Fabien was hoping it would give him the opportunity to enjoy his freedom and get to know some of the other peasants on the island. Philippe was delighted to have this chance to eat all the delicacies he had never tasted but heard of from his uncle.

And so three weeks went by and Fabien was enjoying his freedom. He had even met a beautiful girl by the name of Tanya. They would spend hours at the end of their work day in the fields, in that special garden he had introduced to his new love.

One day Fabien rose early to go for a walk in his favourite garden. He tripped along the way on a gnarled root bulging on the path and fell to the ground unconscious having hit his head on a rock. He was there all day still out cold surrounded by fluttering butterflies, hopefully a princess might wake the sleeping beauty.

budding flower
graced by butterfly kiss
beauty rests

Haibun Thinking January 20th 2015

I know I wrote too long a narrative but got carried away with the photo.

Mister Winter (haibun)

Walking to do some errands today was challenging but with the studs under my boots, my wool socks in my lamb wool lined boots (Saute Mouton), my warm Gortex mitts, cagoule and wool hat, long wool coat I was almost perfect…my cheeks and nose were so cold…my eyes cried…the wind so cold…brrrr at -20C. Fortunately, my son tells me it will go up to -2C tomorrow…yay!! It will be a lovely day to walk to work. I think I will take the longer route if it is this mild and maybe get some shots of winter scenes.

Mister Winter
stay a spell, drink a cuppa
warm up your innards

twenty below
bitter winds burned my cheeks
drink some hot tea

exhale that warm breath of yours
make me smile up at the sky

life is messy (haiga)

At Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars, our inspirational haiku by Shiki:

wakeful moments
just mistaken reveries
rolling into days

day after day
lost in a sea of fog
life is messy

old woman
chips away at what was home
lost in whiteout

Where do babies come from?(haibun)

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had stopped working six weeks prior to giving birth. The six weeks at home with my son was a nice transition before his sister arrived. He would lean on my huge tummy and asked me earlier on in the pregnancy how the baby got there. He was only 2 and a half. I knew you could tell children the truth about many things and they would retain what they could grasp…make it simple, I was often told. And so I told him that Daddy had a seed that he gave to Mommy to make the baby grow in my womb (tummy). “How did it get there?” he asked. I explained that Mommy and Daddy kissed and hugged each other very tightly. He seemed to be satisfied with that.

Two years later my step-father had passed and my son felt sorry for my mother being alone. “Nanny,” he started, “You should have a baby so you won’t be so lonely.” She explained that she had to have a husband to have a baby. He responded, “Well, I could give you my seed from my testicle and you could swallow it and then you would have a baby.” My mother was SHOCKED but we always got a kick out of that cute story of pure kindness and innocence.

seeding
pure and natural
lovers kiss

MLMM – Heeding Haiku with HA

Baby’s breath (Troiku)

Our host at Carpe Diem has given us a haiku by Iio Sogi to inspire us but he has asked us to try to also write a Troiku if possible.

Here is my Troiku:

Tag: haiku

Stanley Park chase (Tan Renga)

butterfly kiss (tanka)