Morning ritual (haiga)

Dog and Snow by JP LeTarte – Deviantart

scooping snow
inflicting sharp jabs
clears the pathway

docile, at the door
he waits for his master
morning walk

morning walk
returns to the kitchen
whimpers for his treat

© Tournesol ’15

3-Word Wednesday – docile, inflict, whimper

Greetings (haiga)

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© Clr ’15

golden glow

greets me on a new day

timecard punched

© Tournesol ’15

Courting moon (Troiku)

© Clr '15

(Troiku)

I stood in awe
watched a work of art
angels created

I stood in awe
only eyes can admire
an artist paint

watched a work of art
pictured brush strokes in the sky
I stood in awe

angels created
arched moon woos
sparkly stars

© Tournesol ’15

TROIKU, is a new form of haiku (an abstract of one of the Carpe Diem Previews) created by Chèvrefeuille.

First Kiss (Haibun)

 

MrEyeCandy66 Deviantart: First Kiss

 

It was late at night between Christmas and New Year’s, January, 1968. A time where mini skirts,fish-net stockings and short pea coats were the fashion…never warm enough for those winters in Quebec. A tuque or beret was fashionable but never worn covering the ears…that would not be stylish. The walk from the rec centre was several kilometers to her home by the river.  How he fell in love with her baby blues…

(Troiku)

Beneath wintry skies
pulls her close to him
gasping

~
beneath wintry skies
shivering in their Sunday best
holding hands

pulls her close to him
hearts beating
deafening

gasping
lips moistened like morning dew
their first kiss

© Tournesol ’15

CP TimeGlass “First Kiss”

Sun’s energy (Haibun – Troiku)

What a great post our interim host, Paloma, has prepared with the prompt Summertime and introduction of a new impressionist, Rihard Jakopič, His art is stunning to depict this theme as well…who could not think of sun and yellow glowing colours and as for sounds we may hear birds, gulls and waves of the ocean. But what usually comes to mind the moment I see the word “summertime” is Ella Fitzgerald singing her (to me) signature song.
Paloma has shared a few haiku from great masters here:
it seems to wash
the summer mountains…
sunrise
© Issa
A summer river being crossed
how pleasing
with sandals in my hands!
© Buson

and our host’s impression:
rising sun
paints her shoulders golden –
summer morning –

golden morning
after a night of thunder –
how silent it is
© Paloma ‘15

Sonce, 1905.Rihard Jakopič,

I was up all night last night writing to catch up and well, my muse was ready so when she’s in the mood, I follow. Not always wise to stretch myself like that when I had only one day off this weekend.
I watched the sun rise in front of my workstation my patio faces east. The sky started its purplish hues, then turned pink and suddenly I looked up from my laptop and this big round ball of bright yellow above the horizon stared at me. I took photos but it would never do it justice what I witnessed. It looked like it was a ball of fire. It reminded me of something I remembered in religion classes, tongues of floating fire. Within minutes the sky turned misty and the sun just shied away. For about twenty minutes I witnessed this and I wonder just how many people actually did see this beautiful act of nature.

(Troiku)

Troiku was created by Chèvrefeuille

golden star
hangs in the distance
morning pleas

~

golden star
swells with pride
look at me!

hangs in the distance
looking up through tired eyes
blessings from heaven

morning pleas
overextending is unwise
rest rejuvenates

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Summertime

Carpe Diem Shuukan  Revitalize

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

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purity (haiga)

This amazing photo, Karuna took at LivingLearningandLettinggo inspired me.

© Karuna Poole at LivingLearningAndLettingGo

pure essence
whimsical petals whisper
dark shadows begone!

© Tournesol ’15

Yellow flowers (Troiku/Haiga)

I love sunflowers, my nom de plume in French, Tournesol.  Here is a Troiku created by Chèvrefeuille which is a series of haiku. To learn more about this form click here.

© Clr 2014
© Clr 2014

sunrise
golden halo gleams
morning prayer

sunrise
stillness before the wake
muse speaks to me

golden halo gleams
outlines grimy lines
on my windows

morning prayer
sunflowers greet the day
I bow

© Tournesol ’15

Of course I love all flowers in the daisy family and buttercups.

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soft petals
drinking yellow/ 
rising sun

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Time Machine   Yellow

Yellow (haiga)

We are given paintings by Van Gogh as inspiration.

Here are Chevrefeuille’s haiku in response to the painting, The Yellow House, 1988, Vincent Van Gogh

 

the yellow house
a sturdy rock in a man’s life –
the cry of a child

the cry of a child
seeing the rainbow for the first time
‘I want to cross that’

© Chèvrefeuille

This is the house where Van Gogh and Gauguin stayed. Van Gogh painted the sunflower series to adorn Gaugain’s room.

Here are my haiku inspired by this painting:

token gesture
sunflowers in the guest room
the yellow house

the yellow house
echoes dark secrets
between two men

© Tournesol’15

Vincent Van Gogh.  Langlois Bridge at Arles with Women Washing, 1888. Wikimedia.

Van Gogh loved this bridge because it reminded him of both Hiroshige and a bridge in his homeland.

Here is Paloma’s stunning series inspired by this painting:

morning washing –
the scent of yellow grass
clinging to my hem

long into morning –
the scent of mud and green things
baked on yellow stones  © Paloma ’15

Here is my attempt:

toiling at daybreak
women washing work clothes/ 
scent of lye

gathering their skirts/
languidly sitting on flat rocks
under the bridge

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Time Machine Yellow

The Reviving Garden (Haibun – Fairy Tale)

This is a Fairy Tale Prompt – Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/640_urami_falls.jpg
Urami no Taki (The Waterfall Seen From Behind) Here is  the Fairy Tale prompt

for a while
confined behind the waterfall
summer’s start

© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

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A fairy tale

by Tournesol’2015

The thunder of the waterfall echoed in the distance.  Cher looked up at the sky and noticed dark rain clouds. She would have to hurry home soon if she didn’t want to get drenched but first she was curious. She walked all the way here for an hour from the other side of the village.  She heard there was a path towards a secret garden. Her great-grandmother told her about it just before she died. “Cher, go to the garden luv, you must not miss this last chance to meet true joy.”  She thought her grandmother was in her moments of dementia when she said that but still…what if?

Cher was near the falls now and the booming sound of tons of water falling was impressive and a bit daunting. Should she continue, she thought to herself peaking in the little opening between the two plum trees…and then she saw…

wild flowers
competing for attention
bursting in colours

There were mini gardens within the largest most spectacular garden she had ever seen.  Daisies, buttercups, marigolds, lilies, sunflowers and so much more.  At the centre of the garden was a cherry tree and the fragrance from the blossoms were so tantalizing. There was a section beneath the tree that looked like a velvet emerald carpet it was surreal…too perfect to be grass…and yet it was with tiny clovers interspersed and part of this exquisite verdure.   She sat beneath the tree, picking at clover leaves and tasting their sweetness.  She lay on her back for a moment admiring the clear blue sky …funny how the clouds disappeared here, she thought.  The scented cherry blossoms seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her…she closed her eyes, “Just for a few minutes, I am so tired”…not realizing she was actually sleeping on a bed of poppies.  They were so minuscule and not visible to the naked human eye.

© Clr ’14

soothing relief
entranced on a bed
of poppies

She was bathing in bubbling hot springs and suddenly soft laughter of what appeared to be children, woke her up from this wonderful dream. She looked around and saw little people the size of her thumb dressed in glitzy costumes of gold, silver and her favourite  of all…azure blues.   They giggled louder when they saw her raiser an eyebrow.  A chipmunk sounding voice shouted, “Come along, let’s set the tea and sweets.  The human is awake…quickly now!!”

It took ten little people to push a porcelain floral cup and saucer towards Cher.  When she realized the tea was for her, she reached out and picked it up saving them another two “human” feet would have taken another five minutes for them.  The tea was sweet like honey and fragrant like cerise noir.   She felt like a queen being served by these tiny people. Could they actually be fairies, she thought. She must be dreaming.

 
honourable guest
visiting the Cherry garden
Way of Tea

She heard a melody that seemed familiar as she put her cup down.  Over by the daisies, on an elevated grassy turf, a  beautiful petite woman with a white silk gown sang like an angel. She must be an angel, Cher thought, Oh, my I can’t seem to get out of this dream. Gosh! I don’t want to get out of this dream!

voix mielleuse
refrain d’amour et longue vie
transpire doucement
~
honey tones
refrain of love and long life
gently trickle

Closing her eyes, she let that sweet voice wrap her in a spiritual wellness.  Each note lightened her heart, made her feel refreshed… reborn.  

bathed in
pure positive energy
born again
~
born again
 releasing her grip
softening chi

*Tetsuya  says that holding on to the bow too tightly too long only weakens the bow.  I must know when it is time to soften my grip.  This garden is one way to be in the moment and float on a bed of poppies…drift away from worries, work.  Here I am me, beautiful and perfect in all my imperfections.

Cher left the garden feeling refreshed and revitalized; she reminded herself to come back more often and not wait until the clouds turned dark and heavy…regular visits here would be a mindful choice.

© Tournesol ’15

The Way of the Bow
The Way of the Bow – Paulo Coelho

 

Hayley Westenra – May It Be

Lyrics
“May It Be”

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornië utúlië ([Quenya:] Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië ([Quenya:] Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadow’s call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornië utúlië ([Quenya:] Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way

Mornië alantië ([Quenya:] Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

Carpe Diem Shuukan – Revitalize

Fairy Tale Prompt – Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie

* Coelho, Paulo (2011-06-14). The Way of the Bow (Kindle Location 37). Sant Jordi Asociados. Kindle Edition.

safe embrace (Tan Renga)

© Clr '14-12-11
© Clr ’14-12-11

At Carpe Diem we have a hokku by Jackie Le Poidevin to complete to form a Tan Renga. After reading Georgia’s at Bastetandsekhmet, I loved her completion and decided to add on to hers. I reread my completion and noticed it seems to fit well alone with Jackie Le Poidevin’s hokku but tells a more complete story with Georgia’s, so here it is:

Bare branches touch
Over the lane where we walk,
Fingers entwined.

© Jackie Le Poidevin

young lovers meet in winter
under bare skeleton trees

each gust of wind
down the sunlit naked lane
invites cuddling   © G.s.k. ‘15

safe in our embrace
remnants of Saint Valentine’s

beneath starry skies
big dipper sneaks a peak
of our first kiss  © Tournesol ’15

sweet stolen kisses of love
open to the universe

live love embraces
the stars can only envy
young lovers kisses © G.s.k. ‘15

a chill brings us closer
calms trembling forms

so naive we were
was not the chilly breeze
that made us shiver. © Tournesol ‘15

and hot streams flowed intrepid
in the our hidden garden

no winter treed lane
our hands and bodies entwined
we walked together © G.s.k. ‘15

a turtle dove purrs
wishing us eternal love

gazing into
each other’s spellbound eyes
we kissed © Tournesol ‘15

that was thirty years ago
winter has frosted our hair

we walk together
o’er the lane bare branches touch
with fingers entwined  © G.s.k. ’15