sommeil (haiku)

Random thoughts upon reflection each time she awakens from her sleep. Regurgitating morsels as she continues to read her novel, Ammachi, A biography of Mata Amritanandamayi.

sommeil, sommeil!
enveloppe moi dans ton duvet
rêveries divins

tears on her feet
unaware of the lotus
droplets of remorse

spider pauses
frog on a lotus pad-waits,
simply plays dead

budding purity
compassions’ embracing arms
a lotus blossoms

night walk (tanka)

Walking home alone
stars fill the blue black sky
sans my friend moon
energy wanes in darkness
night walk longs for moonbeams

Tanka Poets On Site

risky sailing (haibun)

flying-phantom-levitating-catamaran@2x — http://www.phantom-international.com/2014/04/flying-phantom-impresses-philippe-presti/

On her way to the store, she picked up her pace as the wind was nice and cool. A cool breeze with sudden gusts blew her hair in her face. As she gathered the strands to braid as she continued walking along the boulevard;, the sound of the leaves rustling and that cloudy sky brought her back to long ago, sailing at Lake Champlain at Venise-en-Québec.

The family had had good times there. The children were three and five and brave little sailors on the catamaran. First weekend of September, Labour Day weekend there were about a hundred catamarans lined up for the two day race…she was not quite as brave then…she preferred to watch rather than compete. A few times, she would back out at the last minute knowing she did have the endurance to stay on the waters, rain or shine 8 hours at a time with risks of cold windy days.

choppy waters
divine levetation
cat rock ‘n rolls

morning after (tan renga)

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up,
my distorted face

© Sumitaku Kenshin (1961-1987)

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up,
my distorted face
crow’s feet mock me
holding vigil no more

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge

lost in the cornfield (haibun – troiku)

She noticed the sky changing and told her friend she must go out to take some photos. But her friend told her to wait the sky would turn a darker pink soon, “You’ll see, it was merveilleux last night!” Twenty minutes later, she notices the sky is just getting greyer..DARN!! She ran out to take a few shots, hoping to salvage a nice souvenir of this evening at her friend’s home surrounded by mountains and cornfields. Ducking a few times from soaring and gliding birds, she actually felt she had intruded on Mother Nature tucking in wildlife.

lost in the cornfield
dimness descends slowly
overwhelmed scarecrow

lost in the cornfield
scurrying with glee
field mice play

dimness descends slowly
sun dips behind Mont Bromont
pause in despair

overwhelmed scarecrow
sparrows zooming overhead
pompous feathered friends

clueless dummy (troiku)

Inspired by the Lovely Lolly’s scarecrow haiku. Visiting her blog is such a delight at Foralovelything

new scarecrow …
already a field mouse pokes
around its fly
© Laura “Lolly” Williams (published in Lovely Things, CDHK- e book)

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(troiku)

heckling crows
irritating to mortals
scarecrow’s blank stare

heckling crows
mock the hopeless dummy
stuffed with straw

irritating to mortals
the enigmatic calls warn,
little critters sneer

scarecrow’s blank stare
his gruesome fate awaits-but
ignorance is bliss

Carpe Diem Special #161 Lolly’s third “new scarecrow …”

Three Word Wednesday – enigmatic – gruesome – irritate

Just one (tanka)

Just one
picked for his lover
long stem rose
fragrant and wanting
lipstick painted mouth

Normally this prompt requires 5 sentences; just for fun I thought I would try to tell a story in five lines in a Tanka. Written for five sentence Fiction

Ancient sailor (tanka)

moors on Isle of May
mists over the foreign highlands
under harvest moon
old mariner feigns to see
heather in his Bonnie’s hair

We were to complete the following haiku:

Here is the challenge: We are to complete the haiku below; adding the first and third line plus we have to use another kigo (seasonword); in the second line the “mists” refers to autumn …

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mists over the foreign highlands

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Here is our host’s completed haiku:

ancient warriors ghosts
mists over the foreign highlands –
waiting for the full moon

Heeding Haiku at Mindlovemiserysmenagerie