frost (haiku)

silver flowers
danced intricately
on chilled panes

(c) Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

Hark the Herald Angels Sing (essence + shadorma)

© William Adolphe Bouguereau Song of the Angels (1881)

(an essence )
peace on earth’s everything
cheer the birth, new-born king

pure of heart, Prince of kind
plays a part with you in mind

filled with mirth, rejoicing
peace on earth’s everything.

(shadorma)
angels hail,
Prince of peace is born
cleanse your souls
open hearts
renew your vows of kindness
compassion triumphs.

© Tournesol ’14

We have the option of writing a Shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5) – or an Essence created by Emily Romano.

An “Essence” consists of two lines of six syllables each. There is an end rhyme (rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme (rhyme in the middle of the line).

BJ Shadorma and Beyond at MindLovemiserysMenagerie

Flash mob concerts always make me weep, they’re so beautiful!

spring flowers (haiku)

I give permission
For this slow spring rain to soak
The violet beds.
© Richard Wright

Our host tried a hand at Troiku than you have to use the three separated lines as the starting line of a new haiku. Watch this example:

first haiku: starting with “I give permission”

I give permission
to visit the ancient temples –
go on bare feet    © Chèvrefeuille

second haiku: starting with “for this slow spring rain to soak”

for this slow spring rain to soak
I warn you and your laundry
it will become wet  © Chèvrefeuille

third haiku: starting with “the violet beds”

the violet beds
look like a rainbow in the sky
garden festival  © Chèvrefeuille

This is my humble attempt:

Spring showers
muddy tulip garden
colours explode

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Special – Richard Wright

Happy Hanukkah!

Menorah of Hanukkah - Wikipedia
Menorah of Hanukkah – Wikipedia

Hanukkah
may the glow warm your heart
miracle of lights
~
Que la lueur
d’Hanukkah enflamme ton coeur
miracle des lumières

© Tournesol ’14

Hanukkah – Dec 16th to Dec. 24th 2014

More readings: Inside Hanukkah and Holidays – Hanukkah

my mother, my dove (haiga)

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(haiku)

Once a sprightly dove
now flies above and beyond
forever gone

une  colombe
lost its voice
the earth weeps

a special dove
flies up to heaven
lost my voice

dove of life
above and beyond
silenced

silence
punched me
hard

silence
broke my heart
lament

lamenting
cries searching
ma colombe

lonely
without my dove
tender endings

necessary loss,
life sweeps away,
mourning dove

grieving
daughters shift gears
lost, am I

lost
baring a new role
orphan am I

wings spread,
chirping farewell
Mother dove

(american sentence)

An orphan is born when the last parent has departed forever.

© Tournesol ’14/12/03

trickle of the sand (haiga)

(c) clr 2014-07-13
(c) clr 2014-07-13

frightful dreams

whispers in the night

grim reaper

~ ~~

grim reaper

holding the hourglass

trickles the sand

© Tournesol ’14/12/01

winter symphony (haibun)

© Clr ’14

It is 22:35 and the building is quiet. Most folks are getting ready for bed for an early rise, children are sleeping and the only sound I hear is the muffled roar of snow plows. It is almost a humming sound to me. Last year I remember referring these melodies as my winter lullaby. These huge impressive machines usually run in the middle of the night when only nighthawks like me are up, night-shift workers, or mothers  nursing their baby.

To me it is a symphony of sorts for nighthawks. The scraping of the huge metal plow booms onto the snow covered pavement drumming and shaking the earth; the motor roars and hums pleasantly putting me in a mellow mood…feeling safe and comforted in the wee hours of the night.

massive metal

imposing,  yet gently

lulls my nature

© Tournesol ‘14

safe at night (haibun)

CLR 2014
CLR 2014

When I was very young before I even went to school, I remember making a space in my bed for my guardian angel.  I just believed there was someone special because my mother told me so. Those were years when it was quite turbulent at home with my father when he was inebriated.  I believe moving over in bed to keep that space available for my angel made me feel safe.

When I was six my GrandPapa died.  I have spoken many times about my maternal grandfather. I was living with him the year he was dying.  After he died, I never made room in my bed for my guardian angel for I always believed GrandPapa was always with me.  I would cram for exams at the last minute too many times and just before the test, I would ask my grandfather to help me remember the answers. All through elementary school, I would close my eyes at difficult questions and see the spot on the page in my science , history or geography book…I believed GrandPapa sent me cheat sheets because so many times I did not study enough in those earlier years.

When there was thunder and lightening, I was always very scared. GrandMaman would be so calm and look out the window at the lightening.  She would comfort me by telling me that GrandPapa was bowling up in heaven and that was the sound of the thunder.  He was playing for money, she said, which he would send her.  Perhaps she was trying to explain that her widow’s pension came from him.

I have a fan club up in heaven now, with many other relatives. But I always feel my grandfather is looking out for me and still pray or chant visualizing the face of my grandfather.

child in the night
felt a nudge and made room,
guardian angel

snow kissed cheek
wind whispers his presence
guardian angel

message from heaven
first snow covers the ground
guardian angel

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

snail munchies (haibun)

sammyblot – flickr

My childhood friend used to collect her eggshells starting in March up to May. She would crunch them into tiny pieces and put them in her flower beds to prevent snails from crawling in her garden. If they crawled too quickly (I doubt there’s a chance of that) or not cautiously, the eggshells would cut them. Ouch!! Poor little critters. Before you start feeling all sad about this, I just discovered they enjoy eating the eggshells, it is filled with calcium just perfect for their shells, like the photo above.  I wonder if my friend knew that part.

crawling gingerly
eggshells in flower beds
snail’s obstacle course

gourmet nutrient
eggshells in flower pot
snail munchies

© Tournesol ’14/11/13

Carpe Diem Little Creatures

Climat d’automne (haiga)

© Clr '14 fleuve St-Laurent
© Clr ’14 fleuve St-Laurent

 

autumn gusts
shudder ripples
on the river

~

rafales d’automne
frémissent des risées
sur le fleuve

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© Clr ’14 November

seasonal rains
turn muddy paths into
frozen puddles

~
heading home last night
my cane slips on a patch,
leaves had turned to mulch

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #33, Richard Wright on Autumn by Jen of Blog It Or Lose It