Tag: nature

blue canvas (haibun)

I have always felt that we start in life being more visual or more auditory  and eventually we become audiovisual.  I found that so interesting with my children. My son started off as auditory and my daughter visual.  And even if we seem to adapt in an audiovisual world, there are traits, I feel that are still predominant.

I did the test for fun and my results were Visual 31, Audio 43 and Kinesthetic 43    I was pleased to see the visual was as high as it was.  In writing haiku, I sometimes struggle to find the words to express what I am seeing for I see with most of my senses.  Watching a sunset seems to lower my heartbeat and yet my heart feels so filled with awe.  Sitting by the river, the sounds of the current, the birds, the rustle of the leaves and seeing the white caps of the rapids can all be captured in one glance.

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©Clr’16/02/15

Walking in the arctic cold last weekend I wanted to see the mountainin Rougemont before the sun set.  I managed to find a trail behind the local library and was able to take only a few photos before the bitter cold made my battery die.

Pinterest - edited photo
Pinterest – edited photo

blue canvas
backdrop for hills and orchards
sans red swirls

© Tournesol ’16/02/21

perceptions (haiku)

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snowfalls soothe
winter wonderland ,‘til
harrowing ice storms

crusted branches
crystallize imperfectly
beauty in nature

frail old lady
calls her soul-mate –lame,
but faithful tabby

© Tournesol ’16/01/15

Three Word Wednesday  harroowing – imperfect – lame

Daily Moments – Jan 6’16 (haibun)

©Clr'16/01/06
©Clr’16/01/06

She sits draped in fleece admiring a nature’s morning splendour. The eye could capture only hundreds of shades and nuances…a human lens shooting in slow motion. She smiles with pride. One must  witness the slightest changes to appreciate the glory of it all; she felt lured, this frigid morning, by an omnipresence. In reverent silence, she recites her mantra before this sacred panorama.

©Clr'16/01/06
©Clr’16/01/06

O mystical one
rise above the horizon
shine on me

© Tournesol’16/01/06

Daily Moments

river flows (haiku)

 

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

 

 

river rapids roll,
waves of doubts spill over
babbling clear waters

babbling clear waters
overflowing words
a haiku beckons

© Tournesol ’15

 

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

tipping the scale

hunters’ rules,
doe eyed creatures with antlers
balancing nature

balancing nature
humans embracing greed,
tipping the scale

©Tournesol’15

Haiku Horizons “balance”

breaking ground (solo no renga)

pulling weeds
knees kiss the ground
beneath the cedars

scent of life on my fingers
planting seeds row on row

 day after day
like a  mother in wait,
shoots breaking ground

© Tournesol ‘15/12/01

¸Haiku Horizons “ground”

calm before the storm

waiting room
a patch of sunlight
wears out the chairs
© Jane Reichhold

© Clr'15/11/23
© Clr’15/11/23

restless birds
flock safely before the storm
wildlife hide in wait

© Tourenesol’15/11/25

Sensual Feeling (Cascade – haibun – Troiku)

( Cascade )

music feeds the soul and moves the body
instigating spells on her existence
rhythm and blues sink into her essence
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom

searching in all the wrong places for release
it’s always been there, free for the taking
cannot be purchased in stores or on-line
music feeds the soul and moves the body

she was in limbo for too many years
fighting urges to act impulsively
until she explored deep into her soul
instigating spells on her existence

she found herself one lonely afternoon
taking out her old turntable she played
Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson
rhythm and blues sink into her essence

it felt like being possessed by these tunes
her body moved mindlessly and freely
swayed to Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom

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A Cascade reminds me a bit of a Troiku, so I also added the sense of “freedom” one gets from dancing to being midst nature and all its beauty with a Troiku.

(Haibun – troiku)

(c) Clr'15
(c) Clr’15

Nature offers such freedom that dance does liberating the soul, reacquainting with one’s inner child and admiring as if seeing for the first time. Before such liberation, one walks around with jaded lenses. What a joy to “see” again the vibrant colours and experiences of each season.

(Troiku)

nature’s charm
grace of a butterfly
golden blossoms sigh

nature’s charm
seduced the lonely woman
long last – awakened

grace of a butterfly
tickled the child within
made her gasp

golden blossoms sigh
daisies coo – Pick Me, Pick Me
tranquil bliss

© Tournesol ’15

OctPoWriMo #17

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ― Rumi

silence restored (haibun)

Mont Oford

The first weekend of September celebrates Labour Day; this truly marks summer’s end. Youths return  to school or college and parents find this the best time to pack up the summer cottage or camper.   Surely there will be many revelers around the last seasonal bonfire until the following spring.

Perhaps a few businesses may grieve the loss of revenue; small villages, on the other hand, are finally returned to their residents as peaceful movements on their roads resume.

doves mourn in the park
seagulls screeching by the lake –
all those lost treats!

City folks in the ‘60’s had to drive through her small town and often stopped at the chip wagon next to the park. Many Montréalais had heard,  by word of mouth,  of the delicious frites Chez Roger.  Most were off to the Eastern Townships surrounded by lakes and mountains to relax at their summer cottages or camps.

on a mountain path
wildlife embrace the stillness,
alone – home, at last!

alone – home at last!
little critters celebrate –
silence of the night

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu “summer’s end”