[…] “These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.” […] Pedro Calderon de la Barca.
in its splendour
fading light hurries life
nighttime’s last embrace
He met her at the station. She ran into his arms as soon as she spotted him in the crowd. Breathless, she leaned against his chest, feeling his heart beat. He lifted her face with his hand gently under her chin …
under the pink moon
her cheeks flushed
[…] “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” […]Hellen Keller
Today on her way to work, she noticed a bumble bee moving ever slightly on the blossom of a black eyed Susan. She hesitated a moment as she would have loved to take a photo but then she walked on thinking a photograph would not even come close to the image she was savouring in her mind.
with passion embrace
savouring sweet nectar
bumble bee hums
Our host, Chèvrefeuille says, “Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion. Seasons come and go, the moon changes every 28 days and so on, the only thing which is steady and without clear motion is our sun, that big star of our Milky Way around which the planets are rotating.”
Here is an example of what I call an “undou” haiku:
[…] “Last evening I was looking out from my balcony and saw a sparrow perch on a branch. All of a sudden, with a quick jerk, she ruffles her feathers and spreads out her wings – her bodyline on an upward curve, about to take off.” […] Kala Ramesh
clouds make way end of a long quest heaven opens up
clouds make way
sparrow takes flight
first fallen leaf
end of a long quest
scent of Givenchy
[…] “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” […] Rumi
There is no question the love she has for her children and their children; they are from her, a part of her extending into the future. And as she is like a daisy with each petal depicts the multiplicity of her personality, hence, several petals group together forming another passion…her love of reaching out to those in need.
late in the night – and then,
gentle sigh of relief
sweetens the night air
voice of comfort
Chèvrefeuille wrote this for inspiration at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
“Maybe you know that a lot of haiku poets wrote their Jisei and Werner shared Jane’s last haiku with me through the mail. This was Jane’s last haiku, her Jisei:
Waking up to grey skies, she cannot help but feel there is more to this day then this muted sky. No, definitely, she feels it. Her feline friend does too. Something tangible is felt in the atmosphere she knows will transpire soon…
relief is on the way
The prompt this week at Song Lyric Sunday Theme is to Post a song about missing someone you love. Let’s let them know how much we miss them and can’t wait to see them again. In this post, I will never see this person again in this lifetime but hopefully, she will be greeting me when my time comes. I did not translate the lyrics…Linday Lemay is a Québecois singer-songwriter who writes songs about life, day to day events, family and so much more. If you want to get a taste of of the song, you can cut and paste it and translate it on Google Translate. It gives a rather fair to good translation.
This song starts with a mother coming home with her baby all the way to the end of her life. It is very moving!
Ça travaille à temps plein, ça dort un œil ouvert
C’est d’garde comme un chien
Ça court au moindre petit bruit, ça s’lève au petit jour
Ça fait des petites nuits.
C’est vrai, ça crève de fatigue
Ça danse à tout jamais une éternelle gigue
Ça reste auprès de sa couvée
Au prix de sa jeunesse, au prix de sa beauté.
Ça fait ce que ça peut, ça ne peut pas tout faire,
Mais ça fait de son mieux.
Ça calme des chamailles
Ça peigne d’autres cheveux que sa propre broussaille
C’est plus com’ le autres filles
Ça oublie d’être fière
Ça vit pour sa famille
Ça se confine au bercail
C’est pris comme un noyau
dans le fruit de ses entrailles
C’est là qu’ça nous protège
Avec les yeux pleins d’eau, les cheveux pleins de neige
A un moment, ça s’courbe, ça grince quand ça s’penche
Ça n’en peut plus d’être lourde
Ça tombe, ça se brise une hanche
Puis rapidement, ça sombre
C’est son dernier dimanche
Ça pleure et ça fond à vue d’oeil
Ça atteint la maigreur des plus petits cercueils
O bien sûr, ça veut revoir ensemble
toute sa progéniture entassée dans sa chambre
Et ça fait semblant d’être encore forte
Jusqu’à c’que son cadet ait bien r’fermé la porte
Et lorsque, tout’ seule ça se retrouve
Ça attend dignement qu’le firmament s’entr’ouvre
Et puis là , ça se donne le droit
De fermer pour une fois les deux yeux à la fois
Une mère ça ne devrait pas partir
Mais on n’y peut rien faire
Mais on n’y peut rien dire.
Walking home with her grandson after a wonderful day in the city, she could not help but admire the sky. Once, her grandson was sound asleep, she read about the sad news…such a loss in the world of haiku. And then, she understood the mysteries of the sky tonight.
dash of white clouds stand out in the night sky
dash of white clouds
splash of goodness
wings of an angel
more or less
in the night sky
greets an angel with a smile
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder just as finding beauty in any kind of creative art. I don’t know why but this prompt “art” makes me thing of garbage day in the suburbs. Whenever you want to get rid of something that is still in fairly good condition, you usually put it to the curb a day or two before garbage day. I got rid of two sewing machines that way, a television and furniture. Within a few hours I saw cars or pick-up trucks collecting my wares. Someone’s trash can be another’s treasure and that is what makes me find the relation between art and trash.
I remember when I was a teenager and lived at our grandmother’s house. My sister and my bedroom was the furnace room in the basement. There was a small old bookshelf and I decided to paint it psychedelic style. Yep, I made it look like trash but at the time I thought it was art. Boy, was my grandmother EVER patient and tolerant to endure that piece of crap in our bedroom. But then again, she did not intrude in our little sanctuary too much. We were so blessed and never truly realized that gift at the time.
Look at young children who draw us their first pictures. Okay, okay, your heart is probably melting thinking of that first drawing. But honestly we actually had to ask our child what they saw in it because, let’s face it, we had not clue. But our hearts were all gooey and warm and filled with so much love, right?
Writing is an art as well as most of you who are reading may agree. Well, heck, of course it is!! When I started blogging I am pretty sure I did not create art but with encouragement and my love of the written word, I got a tiny bit better every day. I can’t draw or paint as I would love to but I have accepted to paint my world with words in poetry and especially in my waka (Japanese forms of poetry)
ending with a slow dive
in the distance
heart swells with such joy
magenta skies and mauve clouds
This photo was taken by a friend and former colleague who is travelling with her partner on a cycling tour in South-East Asia. Arianne and Sebastien are very generous in sharing some of their experiences and sights along the way at Tandem en Cavale on Facebook.
Being a sucker for sunrises and sunsets, I had to write something to one of their stunning photos.
I do not know if it is ok for me to publish on my blog a review of my haiku collection, Haiku Rhapsodies, by a fellow blogger in Ghana, Paapa Kwesi Amerado. Mind you, Paapa and I have never met face to face though we visit each other’s blog and live just four hours apart. We do communicate also on FB. And I must add that his copy of HR is a verified purchase.🙂 As I was saying Paapa wrote this review and sent it to my mail and after reading it, I fell in love with it. Oh yes and I said ‘ah, Cestone, why don’t you post this on your blog?’ Does it sound right? Well, I must market my book, must I not?🙂