un grand homme/a great man (haibun)

© Clr – GrandPapa 1957                                      

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

© Tournesol ’14

praying for hope (haiku)

(haiku)

threw her a line,
she grabbed in hope
… better days.

© Tournesol ’14

Haiku Horizons “hope”

white mist (haiga)

© Clr , Yamaska River, Farnham, Quebec, June 2014

dam released
roaring river waters
white mist sprays

© Tournesol ’14

hot summer night (haiku)

Carpe Diem Nights of Summer

freedom at last
hot summer night
skinny dipping

~

blue mist
ocean fog rolling in,
flippers splash

© Tournesol ’14

This was my response at the first prompt in June ’14 “By the River”

pumpkin seeds (haiga)

Deviantart – by canislupuscorax

gut Mister Pumpkins
designing Jack-O-Lanterns
crow burps a seed

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Timeglass

pressed leaves (haiku)

squirreling away,
losing layers of colours
still, beauty in loss

spared none
leaves have all fallen
pressed in Basho

Basho holds
whiffs of dried leaves
varied colours

© Tournesol ’14

[“Matsuo Basho (松尾 芭蕉, 1644–1694), born 松尾 金作, then Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa (松尾 忠右衛門 宗房),[2][3] was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. During his lifetime, Bashō was recognized for his works in the collaborative haikai no renga form; today, after centuries of commentary, he is recognized as the greatest master of haiku (then called hokku).”] Read more here

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

© Tournesol ’14

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

six day bender (haiku)

Wandering
looking for home
got lost

lost again
turning in circles
unlisted number

soul searching
chanting my mantra,
I’ve come home

© Tournesol ‘14

Most people are bi-cultural or multicultural…let’s face it. In North America we are are blended in that huge melting pot.  What IS interesting  is how one identifies himself. I sometimes envy French Québecois who feel so sure of their identity. My mother always presented herself as a bilingual Canadian. I guess that is the only way I can see myself too. I cherish both languages/cultures that have woven the tapestry of who I am today.

lonely soapbox,
sometimes my views get
lost in translation
*
on the fence
each side
tears me apart

© Tournesol ‘14

This last one was just having fun thinking of Kerouac’s road trip for almost a month when he wrote On the Road.

six day bender
sex, love and rock ‘n roll,
day of rest

© Tournesol ‘14

Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars – Jack Kerouac

nature’s wonder (tan renga)

In my search for riverbeds, rocks and deserts for Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge “River Stones” by Magical Mystery Teacher ,I came upon another great find. Apparently this recording has gone viral on YouTube since March 2014, one that I had yet to see.

For centuries this dry area, a massive creek bed, has seen the disappearance and return of water in a series of flash floods. I found it fascinating that the Zin river in the Negev desert suddenly transformed due to heavy rains from the mountains. This river runs 75 miles long and drains into the Dead Sea. (read more here)

The DailyMail – UK – River Reborn

In the Old Testament it is said, that Moses sent twelve spies to cross the Promised Land and that the Zin River, in biblical times, marked the border of Israel.

Now watch this video and you will see as these bystanders also witnessed the flow of water into a once barren river. I had to watch it twice so I could immerse in my feelings of that moment of wonder. It felt like the Great Spirit was smiling down on our planet in one part of the world, in the Negev desert.

in a desert land
stones from rivers far away
muttering dark tales © MMT

youths too young to understand
they pitch for future games © Tournesol

wonder heaves
water floods murky tales
born-again river

© Tournesol ‘14

fallen (haiga)

Fallen leaves,
needy for fertile grounds
geese honk
~
naked tree,
defensive and forlorn
squirrel on a wire
~
loneliness
besieged by barren trees,
 unwelcome guest

© Tournesol ’14

Sunday Scribblings 2

Three Word Wednesday

Carpe Diem Special #114, Shiba Sonome’s 4th “longing for someone”