budding love (haiga)

Fragile lily
feigns a budding love affair,
bleeds then..the moon
autumn wind robs all trace
love is but a dream.

Carpe Diem – A Dream within a Dream

hanging on (haiga)

tournesol

accrochant à la vie

enjoué

~

sunflower

hanging on to life

beaming

Art in the sky (haiga)

on the river

angels paint designs,

reflection of me

© Clr '14 Sunset in Oakville — © Clr ’14 Sunset in Oakville

sunset fair

angels giddy as they eat,

cotton candy

Carpe Diem Timeglass “Clouds”

vers le Vieux Port (haiga)

© Clr 2014 moving towards Montreal Old Port

arbres se fixent aux teintes
guident citernes sur la voie maritime
sous nuages sombres

trees cling to last hues
guide tankers on the seaway
under grim clouds

Photos taken crossing le pont Champlain, these strips of land, one is a bike path leading to the Old Port of Montreal. Tankers sail along these waters as well.

sleepless night (haiga)

sleepless night

mind in pandemonium

dawn breathes peace

Haiku Horizons

muted silence (tan renga)

When I first read this haiku by JazzyTower from Thoughts and Entanglements I had an idea of what I wanted to write to complete it but then I read Jen’s Winding/Woven at Blog it or Lose it and it inspired a different slant to my renga and haiku to complete this hokko.

Here is Jen’s completion:

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails (c) Jazzytower

woven into a poem
fading quickly at sunrise (c) Jen R

Here is our host, Chèvrefeuille’s completion:

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails (c) Jazzytower

hear! monks chant Om Mani Padme Hum
spreading peace all around the globe (c) Chèvrefeuille

It was that second line “foregn tongues absorbed in dreams” that formed my original stirring and Jen’s post completed the potion. For the past twenty odd years, I often dream lucid dreams. I can change some things and it’s like I am co-editor of my film now and then EXCEPT for nightmares. I am aware where I am, I am fully concious I want to get the heck out of Dodge but that editor in chief just will not let me. Man, that is a terrible feeling and when I wake up I do NOT want to go back to sleep…all lights are on and time to stay awake for a while reading or writing.

Screamng girl by Sandra Hultsfed – Deviant Art

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails (c) Jazzytower

stuck in this twilight zone
clawing out in muted screams

sequinned in sweat,
facing sighs of relief, Home!
Home! home at last. (c) Tournesol

un grand homme/a great man (haibun)

We seem to be in the spirit of death, being in the middle of autumn, approaching Halloween and all Saint`s Day November 1st; we also call this month in French, le mois des morts (month of the dead). November 11th, being rememberance day where we pay tribute to all the soldiers who gave their lives for their country and for world peace. And so I continue on remembering another great man…my grandfather, when he died in his home, Princess, his old mongrel (spaniel mix) went down to the basement and howled grieving for her master. She stayed there for a week in mourning.

la mort d’un grand homme – Grandpapa

pinson est muet
dernier souffle du maître,
vieux chien hurle

death of a great man – Grandfather

blue-finch falls silent
master’s last breath,
old dog howls

dawn breaks (haiku)

© Clr '14 6:30 a.m. — © Clr ’14 6:30 a.m.

October morn
peering through my window
dawn breaks

heart warmed with grace
my cat calls me to bed

sky shades
with purple hues
a naked tree

© Clr '14 6:40 a.m. — © Clr ’14 6:40 a.m.

Pearly grey isn’t so bad (haibun)

Things rarely turn out as I imagine. This is sometimes best for what joy, discoveries and excitement would I find if my life was all mapped out. I’d be like a peg on a wall map. My need to control would actually make me a slave of my making. Do I get disappointed with the outcomes of life’s events? Of course I do many times. The heartaches, the disappointments and the self-degradation are part of life and in some ways who I am. I am a product of my past and life experiences. How I make of it, is still my choice. We always have choices…not always in abundance. I may have to choose for a pearly grey from a drab grey but still, I have a choice. And with the darkness of despair how else would I be blinded by the beauty of the glowing stars as well as golden sun? If I have doubts about love and being loved, I meet exuberance when I am embraced by those who do love me. It may come from someone I have not been waiting and then that makes it a double bonus cherished and forever imprinted on my heart.

I am a daydreamer by day and by night. Many times I cannot tell where a dream started or where a fantasy ended. And is that important? When life takes too long to show its glowing stars, I escape into stories I devour for days and days. And more recently, I dip into my consciousness and write what transpires from many escapades in delusions and fantasies, me, myself my muse and I.