Hues consume her (haibun – haiga)

Mesmerized by nature’s evening performance, she sighs and falls imto a sea pf peaceful tranquilty.

drowns in colours
gold dips beneath the skyline
wrapped in magenta

Sunflower (haiku – acrostic)

This was not easy but I decided to try the acrostic haiku and with it I am using my nom de plume as my guide, ending with the resting place of my mother most recently.

sunflower bursts
unleash blossoms in autumn
nearing winter

flowers bedding
lay down during wintry months
open just in spring

weeping willows
everlasting asylum,
retreat for deceased

MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille

The long road (haiga – haibun)

She felt so many regrets these days, not remorse, but regrets. Was it the weather, approaching “le mois des morts”? Perhaps. November creeps up so fast. Was it Thanksgiving in a few days that makes her wonder of what she is thankful? That would be something to concentrate a bit more on, she keeps arguing with herself today.

There are some things she would never change and the obvious would be her grown children but what else? She looks out at the darkened sky, oh so much earlier than a month ago! Going back to university to get her degree was something she would never regret. She couldn’t. She took the long road to get there, true. Nine years while raising a family and working at two to three part time jobs. But that road gave her goal more purpose. It allowed her to be who she was born to be …the labour of her birth was just a little longer.

Each day she walks to work in the fall and feels blessed to see the sunflowers still standing strong in October. How resilient those roots must be to push through the concrete on that city street!

sunflowers hail
standing strong despite a slow start
blessing late bloomers.

#OctPoWriMo Day 7: the road less traveled

Storm within (haibun +¸haiku)

On her walk home, she listened to Deva Premal, she had purchased three mantras last night…yep, three of the same mantras chanted differently. It gave her energy to start her shift and blessed her when she came home at the end of her long night.

She reached her home minutes after midnight; she gave her loyal feline friend a cuddle, then fired up the laptop. She must have touched a button she was not used to with her new Windows 10 and Microsoft Edge NEWS popped up with the first article shocking her. “All my babies are dead”…her hand hesitated on the mouse for a split second and then she clicked. A tragedy! Preventable, unnecessary… drunk driving tragedy. It was as if the weather of that nice evening walk home in the cool brisk air had changed dramatically. This was why she no longer had television. This was the reason she stopped purchasing newspapers 14 years ago but the internet still bled bad news.

home at twilight
sits with a midnight snack
and, then the storm broke
prays for those who’ll never rest
grieving for their babies

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(haiku)

three dead children
parents’ limbs ripped of their souls
idle bicycles

a father,
a grandfather
gone forever

families,
communities and nations
grieve

the storm invaded,
addiction grabbed too many
victims

Haiku Horizons “storm”

Deva Premal – Gayatri Mantra

Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ

tát savitúr váreṇ(i)yaṃ

bhárgo devásya dhīmahi

dhíyo yó naḥ pracodáyāt

We meditate on the glory of the Creator;
Who has created the Universe;
Who is worthy of Worship;
Who is the embodiment of Knowledge and Light;
Who is the remover of Sin and Ignorance;
May He open our hearts and enlighten our Intellect.

autumn walk (haiga)

late afternoon walk
cascade of autumn colours
way to end my day

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – autumn colours

halo glow

light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn
© Chèvrefeuille

halo reflecting earth
young loves swoon in heaven’s glow

even robins sing
through the window
the old man snores

teens walk home hand in hand
muffling innocent giggles

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

rayonnant d’amour/beaming with love (tanka)

roar of the midway—
the toddler’s balloon
rises in moonlight
© Michael Dylan Welch

une femme hurle
nuit blanche douloureuse –
cris de joie
maman rayonne d’amour
le nourrisson gazouille

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woman wails
thru a painful sleepless night
cries of joy
mother beams with love
newborn gurgles

CDHK-Special Michael Dylan

Nouvel an – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – octobre 2015 (haibun)

Carpe Diem is more than just a website or a daily writing prompt…it is a way of life with a mentor who patiently guides us with many seasoned members who also generously share their gift. I can feel the family connection and encouragement among members. I learned so much from these experienced siblings.

But this past year, has been a place that lifted me when I felt down, allowed me to write through my grief when my mom passed and enabled me to find my voice and my place. Happy New Year, Chèvrefeuille and Haijins!

un nouvel an
semant nos graines d’inspirations
une récolte familiale

a new year
sowing seeds of inspiration
a family harvest

CDHK New Year

Here is a Thank you I wrote last week. Merci Chèvrefeuille

My thanks to our mentor, Chèvrefeuille, who shares his passion and thoughtfully teaches us more than words, daily.

haiku lover
shares his passion, teaching
patiently
one moment comes to life
seventeen syllables