a trace of you (Troiku)

It’s been a while since I sense your presence and yet, that may be a good sign.  You are finally reunited with the love of your love.  I had a dream last night. Bette, my feline friend who is named after your nickname was playing hide-and-go-seek in your house.  We were in your bedroom. You had been on some health food diet and you were clearing your closet. I was shocked to see such order! Well, we know that that was not a priority for you. And why should it, when you had more important things to do, like sit by the window, sipping your coffee and watch the birds by the river, pecking at the bird feeder.  Or getting all dolled up with your designer outfits; applying Lancôme or Clinique to moisten your skin; a touch of ombre à paupière and a trace of eyeliner; before running out to go shopping, applying your favourite rouge à lèvre and la pièce de résitance...three sprays of Shalimar.

Whenever you visited your scent lingered for days and any clothes you gave me, laundry could not remove that faint scent of your eau de toilette…that trace of Colombe.

In my dream, Bette snuck behind the wall of your closet and when I followed, feeling like Alice in Wonderland, I found a slight opening and there was a narrow room with odd trinkets and old furniture. Bette had adopted a small filing cabinet. I had never seen this room. You were busy washing clothes, sorting the closet and your commode.  It was as if I was not really there but you sort of knew I was there…It felt like I was watching a movie of you…there was a screen separating us, preventing us from touching, hugging.

When I awakened, I realized this was another little visit. And now you know why I named my feline friend, Bette. I’m so glad you met her.

my shawl breathes
scents of Shalimar
trace of you

my shawl breathes,
reminiscence woven  
you and me

scents of Shalimar
sweet scented sounds
your laughter

trace of you
faint trails of eau de toilette
remind me of you

© Tournesol ’15

© Clr ’14

A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

A Haibun is a narrative (prose) followed by haiku. For more information check Haibun Thinking.

birthday (haiga)

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

another birthday
celebrating life,
an orphan am I

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons

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

Embracing emotions (haibun)

Heeding-haiku-with-Ha-emotions

One expresses emotions in varied ways and for some it is spontaneous and simply who they are.  Perhaps you are like me when you see someone you love and have not seen in a while, you run up to the person and hug them, kiss them on each cheek.

Overjoyed the morning I felt my son moving in my tummy…the basement of our new home had flooded and I could not hide my joy.  Could not relate to the damage, the flood or any problem whatsoever for a human life did somersaults in MY tummy!!

Oh how I weep with joy every time I see my daughter performing in a choir, when my son did a guitar solo and sang a Bob Dylan song, when they graduated both from high school and college;  and even today when I see them smiling and teasing each other…the joy just takes too much place in my heart and so I weep.

Perhaps your emotions are too close to the surface and your heart swells so much you weep the moment a word hurts your feelings; perhaps it is anger that is too difficult to conceal and you shout, rage or cry again. Maybe you have always felt life dealt you a raw deal and everyone and everything you touch must be for your loss, like a child who stomps off angry because Mommy would not let him eat candy before dinner.

And then there are those who do not express emotions as easily and it eats at them, festers and makes them sick…they are not “at ease” hence it stirs “dis-ease”.  The persons who cannot weep when they grieve, express their love when they long, show their joy when they are gripped with such a powerful love…yet to look at their body language, one cannot read the joy, happiness, rapture or sadness.

Sometimes I speak to a person who has gone through the most dreadful experiences in his past, heard such hurtful comments, witnessed such atrocities and yet I hear no emotion in the voice…flat, no affect whatsoever.  Over time the dam may open slowly when a person feels safe…In this case, a person had to hide all emotion to survive. To give in to emotion may weaken them and so life goes on with explosive emotions inflating  their soul…heart, like a ticking time bomb.

Emotions are not excluded to humans, and we can see that with animals that we love. It could be a horse you would groom for hours before riding, your dog you have walked, bathed like a baby and cuddled with a towel to keep them warm, a cat that leans in close to get a pet, a scratch but deep inside we know it is to be close to you…expressing their emotions in their loving and natural way.

My grandfather had rescued a golden mix a few years before got terminally ill.  GrandPapa died later in his bed at his home; when the ambulance came to take his body, Princess, the golden mix,  followed the cot whimpering along the side and then went running in the basement howling so loudly. She did not come up for a whole week, so great was her grief.

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confused and scared

a stranger whispers in her ear

“…luv you mum”

~

this frail body

seasoned with dementia

puckers her lips

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beaming,

hand on her belly

feeling flip-flops

© Tournesol ’15

Heeding Haiku with HA ~ MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

Greetings (haiga)

Displaying FullSizeRender.jpg
© 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