Rose petaled room (troibun)

The hall was immense and the mood expectant. Hushed chatter all about was the background sound with the occasional exclamations and hugs of recognitions. Everyone was gathering in parties of two’s, five’s or more. It was hard to see who was alone since “loners” smiled at many faces here and there.

The tension was mounting and the hushed sounds became like clattering plates in the kitchen of a cafeteria.

She was in this city for the first time and longed to see her favourite Rock Star. You know the type of music to your ears that moves you? Do you remember your first encounters with “outstanding” and “rocks your socks off”…hmmmm?

A bell sounds and there is complete silence…the musicians are in place, the fans and VIP fans await…

with her presence
the crowd fell silent

the room filled
with her fragrance

With her presence
a mother’s love

The crowd fell silent
numbed by her radiance
only hearts beating


(Inspired by Amma’s presence at the Seattle public programme)

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Daily Moments – May 17 2017 Lilac trees (Troibun)

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The ride home last night was a bit annoying. People talked too loudly on the Métro and the bus; the scent of ingested brew permeated the bus and by the time she stood in line to get off, a young man (clueless and tipsy) staggered backwards on her left foot…yes, she was wearing sandals. However, stepping off the bus made it all go away…


pleasant breeze
enchanting scents float
lilac blossoms

pleasant breeze
cool and refreshing
washed away old scents

enchanting scents float
facing the bus station
five lilac trees

lilac blossoms
graceful and alluring
sway erotically


Daily Moments May 17 2017  – lilac trees (troibun)

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, see at his blog,Carpe  Diem Haiku Kai  

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an autumn leaf (tan renga)

now it reveals its hidden side
and now the other—thus it falls,
an autumn leaf © Ryokan Taigu

spilling a faint light
easing safer passage


The “hokku” we had to use today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, is Ryokan’s Jisei (death-poem):

ura wo mise omote wo misete chirua momiji

now it reveals its hidden side
and now the other—thus it falls,
an autumn leaf

© Ryokan Taigu

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Daily Moments – reflections of spring – May 15/17 (Troibun)

©Clr’17/05/14 Mother’s Day ’17

Spring is really here, she thinks as she walks along the boulevard. Finally, lawns are brightening from last season’s slumber. Dandelions are starting to poke their heads here and there, a sure sign of warmer times to come. Such a treat to walk outside in lighter clothes, no longer the weight of winter coats and fur lined boots, she ponders as she sneezes and wipes her teary eyes.


tickling her nose
fresh cut grass

warming her heart
roses for Mother

tickling her nose
along the roadside
dandelions giggle

fresh cut grass
summer in the horizon –
grating lawn mowers



A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where  you will see daily meme for waka.

Written for Haiku Horizons: Road & my

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Daily Moments – May 13, 2017 – Mother’s Day (haibun)

Flowers are lovely gifts and some are fragrant and sweet.  Treated to a brunch or dinner is nice too. If the weather stays mild, BBQ’s are the rage for many families as well.  But deep down all I need to really hear is, “I love you, Mom.”  This is a set of words in any language, that goes straight to the heart.

So, you know those commercials that tug at your heartstrings…and the hallmark cards that seem to say it better than you…don’t worry…they don’t say it better!  Just those four little words are more than you know and poetry to the ears of any mother…trust me.

This is a weekend, ever since I can remember, I would use the English language and try to share my thoughts and feelings that filled my heart.  This was a time I may have rhymed a line or two but mostly, I’d tell her how much she is important to me.

Time to visit her new home and set some flowers and say a few words.  Tell her how much she is missed and in my thoughts every single day.

I am thankful for the love she swaddled me in as an infant. I am grateful she looked at me and saw only beauty and success. How could I not succeed in life with such confidence in me, she mirrored each and every day?!

I’m so happy she was there every step of the way even when I had my babies.  She taught me how to bathe them and gave me permission to be a tigress and hold them as long as they needed me and  showed me that was true mothering and loving, not spoiling at all.

I’m glad my children were blessed with the greatest Nanny on earth, who made them laugh and kissed their bobos too.

I still remember one Mother’s Day morning being served a sweet breakfast of (uncooked) chocolate pudding  and I’ve never managed to make anything quite as delicious.

So maybe this weekend I will look at old movies and play old tunes that she loved so much…definitely, sounds like a plan for the weekend.

missing you
today and tomorrow
‘til we meet again
sliding down a rainbow – or,
swinging on a brilliant star

Until then, keep visiting me as a blue butterfly;  keep making signals on my mobile phone, tickle me in my ear or visit me in my dreams.


Daily Moments –  May 13, 2017 – Mother’s Day  (haibun)

Written for Mother’s Day AND LindaGHill’s Friday reminder and prompt for SoCS May 13, 2017: Language

Happy Mother’s Day, Linda!

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Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed day (Troibun)




Awakening to the bright sunshine allowed her to take this to mean it would be a hopeful day. Finally a pleasant spring day in May, compared to the cool damp day the days before.


sun shining
belated sprouts triumph

sun shining
with good intentions

belated sprouts triumph
respecting delicate ties
reborn again

building strength
weathering storms

As she walked out the door to catch her bus, the sky was overcast. Slightly disappointed, she sighed and checked her mailbox and a glow of sunshine reappeared.

avid reader smiles
a poet, writer…
long distance friend
turning to the first page
she takes a deep breath

Whispering the first line… “Don’t forget to breathe”. BLUR, by Sreejit Poole, 2016


Blur by Sreejit Poole, 2016Amazon – Canada Amazon – USA

Sreejit Poole is also a poet and blogger you can visit at TheSeekersDungeon

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Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed days (Troibun)

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yellow Chrysanthemums (troiku)

Yellow Chrysanthemum at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

fresh fallen snow
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
more yellowish
(C) Chèvrefeuille

fresh fallen snow
angel dust on eyelashes
child squeals with delight

the yellow Chrysanthemums look
mindful of a season’s end
sunny smile will fade

more yellowish
autumn whispers au revoir
on a white backdrop


Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

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perfum d’espoir (troibun)

There is nothing like the feeling of rich dark soil slip through your fingers when planting a garden. Gloves will only rob you of that sense of life at your fingertips. Think about the erotic sensation of a piece of  cheese cake or decadent truffles; feel the smooth richness on your tongue…

arching their bodies
nature’s sweet arousal
nestling in its moistness
in and out, in and out
worms surrender blissfully


autumn’s last harvest
winter’s table scraps
black gold of gardeners

autumn’s last harvest
feeding sod nutrients
leftover leaves

winter’s table scraps
Mother Nature’s caviar
salivating worms

black gold of gardeners
putrefying stench
parfum de la vie


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

Written for Poetics Tuesday Dverse-Poetics Pub- Soil Poetics

Today at DversePoetsPub, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Poetics wants you to write poetry about soil. This is what he says:

“To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be:

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

I both love and hate the scent of mulch. I love the growth and fear decay. I love to walk barefoot in warm dirt, but afterwards I wash my feet.
Soil gives grain for bread, but when the weather fails we die of hunger.
Soil is friend and foe.

There are many synonyms for soil: mulch and compost, dirt and grime, earth and ground all reflect the soil and various values we attribute to its worth.
Soil can be metaphors for land and country, for home and nations. For war and peace and for the roots of trees.
Taste the soil or bite the dust, bring me poetry from what you sense in soil.
Be gravedigger or gardener, be soil of your origin and dig it deep.

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awakenings (troiku)

This week at Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille,at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie the haiku theme is “a new day”.  Our host writes…
in the light of dawn
the world looks mysterious
a new day begins
© Chèvrefeuille

So often I start with a haiku and then my muse uses it as a troika (the sleigh) and other thoughts are “pulled” out of those first three lines.  Chèvrefeuille created a new form of haiku call the Troiku.   So here is my troiku to A New Day

as the fog lifts
vibrant skyline returns
a world comes alive

as the fog lifts
aroma of fresh ground coffee
senses awaken

vibrant skyline returns
chanting ever softly
to the rising sun

a world comes alive
fledglings demand their breakfast
cacophony of starlings


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love blossoms – Daily Moments – May 7 2017 (Troibun)

The three women walked along the riverside reminiscing of times passed. Approaching an old vegetable garden two of them, scrunched up their noses at the putrid scent. The eldest seemed not to notice the stench and paused looking at a crow cawing on a branch.


graced by a presence
drawn by sweet fragrance
trust and compassion

graced by a presence
divine intervention
a mother’s love

drawn by sweet fragrance
budding promise
faith, hope and love

trust and compassion
if only the world knew
their blessed bouquet

Walking towards her children, one woman contemplated for a long moment. Inhaling a deep belly breath, she paused and felt a spasm in her chest as if her heart was bursting at the seams.

pink and white buds
begging share to their love
apple blossoms


Daily Moments Troibun May 7 2017 love blossoms

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Daily Moments – floral reflections May 7 2017

Driving along the boulevard, she noticed trees with leaves! When did they grow so fast? The rain and warm spells must have helped. And then she passed a house with cherry blossoms…she wanted to stop and take a photo but decided to keep the image more perfect in her memory. She sighed wishing she lived closer to this house and then she saw a magnolia tree! Well, now, this was a lovely drive filled with promise. These beauties could certainly tie her over until the apple blossoms expected in the next three weeks.

all worth the wait
nature’s promise

She remembers, as a child,  in June asking her grandmother when the lilacs will be ready. Such a fragrant gift to share…

nature’s promise
yet,  just a hope
scents of lilacs
mid-June treasures
picked by teacher’s pet

Fleeting memories keep her in a state of grace…calm and content, such a lovely escape.


Daily Moments – floral reflections  May 7 2017

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the poet’s craft (troibun)

© Clr ’15

In the past few years she has been altering her way of meditating. Rather than consciously searching for  a quiet place to tune out for a few minutes, writing waka (Japanese poetry) has entered her life and added to another way of musing.

Her thoughts and feelings about a day, an event and especially about nature has become welcoming moments of contemplation. It is also a wonderful way to detach from the busyness of a day and look more carefully under a few layers and truly reflect within. Nature seems to have that effect in bringing out those hidden layers and connecting with nature.


simmering thoughts
swell of the current
the river flows

simmering thoughts
after a long winter’s slumber
tulips breaking ground

swell of the current
rolls off the tip
a poet’s tongue

the river flows
spilling over waves
in verse


Kim Russell is the guest writer and runner up of the Cherry Blossom kukai who wrote:

pink sakura blush
spring’s kimono falls to earth
silk snatched by a breeze

© Kim Russell

Check out her beautiful piece at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where she writes about  ‘the poet’s craft'” and creates a series of beautiful haiku and tanka.  For this meme, the theme she leaves us with is to reflect on our own experiences as haiku and tanka poets.

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guiding light (troiku)

Here is the quote for our inspiration:

“There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon”. Matsuo Basho

And here is our host’s  response on this quote:

hidden in the mist
fields of thousand tulips
waiting for the sun

© Chèvrefeuille

And here is my troiku (a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille)

enhanced by its glow
reflecting golden star,
mere dandelions

enhanced by its glow
guiding lovers
through the night

reflecting golden star
striking yet, unassuming,

mere dandelions
adorn wide open spaces
healing benefits


Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Use that Quote”

(c) clr 2017
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linked to Happy (troiku)

spring is in the air
children linking arms
skipping to the park

spring is in the air
fingers stroking golden locks
on a park bench

children linking arms
chasing the blues away
chanting nursery rhymes

skipping to the park
wiggling their tiny hips
singing “Happy”


Haiku Horizons: Link

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

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first day in May (Troibun) Daily Moments – Tan Renga

Aw, finally spring is really here!  She loves May for many reasons…budding blossoms giving hope, lilac trees burgeon and tulips reaching to the sky in so many brilliant colours.   She remembers as a young child in primary school, the month of May meant she was allowed to go out on a school night.  She would put on her Mary Jane’s that her mother had brought from the shoemaker.  The taps had been added on the tip and heels. They said it was to prevent the wearing of the shoes. But she just loved to hear the clickety click when walking on the sidewalk to church.  She would change into something pretty, bring a sweater for the walk back home and of course place her rosary in her little purse.

Clickety click, and on she went but entering the church the clicks echoed so loudly, even tip-toeing made heads turn. Old ladies with thin lips and silly hats frowned disapprovingly but there were always one or two that knew her mother or grandmaman and nodded approving her presence to recite the evening rosary to  Mother Mary.


first day in May
walking through the park
lovers hand in hand

first day in May
begins the month of Mary
droning Hail Mary’s

walking through the park
hair blowing in the wind
cherry blossoms wave

lovers hand in hand
kiss under the cherry tree
petal on her nose


Daily Moments – First day in May (Troibun)

I had not read the meme properly and just realized we were to write a tan renga…since it is May 1st, I can’t help keeping the same theme as my daily thoughts.


on a gust of wind
the cherry blossoms dance through the streets
in praise of the Creator

© Chèvrefeuille
girls clutch their rosary,
month of Mother Mary begins

©Tournesol ‘17/05/01

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Tan Renga

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time spins (troibun)

Our host, Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai presents us with a meme of the Spiritual Way – Imagination giving us the choice of four photos for our inspiration.




Time seems to loiter
slowly crawling uphill
each laboured breath
wheezing to the top
mayhem starts to enter
idol pandemonium
down, down, down
spiralling carelessly
or so it seems to me

twists and turns
clutching by the sides
hurling anecdotes
of a drawn-out past
settles in the present
warning for the future

mastering these moods
feelings and obssessions
hurdles that care less
dealt once in the past
habit keeps them near
patterns that have settled
trick me into believing
how powerless am I
and yet…

given it some thought
rational and real
oh! silly do I feel
preoccupied with naught

praying to the universe
chanting consciously
feeling the absurdity
lifting and disappear

how I must be mindful
when time does unravel
effort downhill travel
with an intense speed
settling’s just a habit
how I do know better
and I have discovered
this long-awaited gift
spirituality and me,
chanting passionately
gently brings me back
to virtual reality

Dandelion Tattoo

hanging on to
the unknown

hanging on to
unlikely and naïve
dandelion puffs

only calculations
do add up

the unknown
invisible to humans
held by the divine


Daily moments – Time spins April 20 2017 – troibun

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bliss… frozen in time (troibun)


Walking through the thicket, the woman stops a moment to admire wild daisies. It is mid-day and the sun is commanding nature to acquiesce to her splendid rays. Birds perched in the shade of their home are silent as they embrace their afternoon siesta except for a few chirps from fledglings resisting their nap. And then, the concert begins…from tree to tree sopranos tell their story while another group sing the refrain…piercing sounds mesmerize and finally the last of the fledglings give in to their lullaby.

cicadas take centre stage
nature listens

The woman crouches slowly, taking a picture of her subjects; she smiles at the effect the soft wind has on the flowers. It appears the daisies are waving and smiling with their golden centres boasting towards the sun. And then, she freezes…

blue butterfly
perpetual trace
on her cheek

blue butterfly
on tender petals
wings unfold

perpetual trace
sounds of summer
of her youth

on her cheek
fluttering wings,
still caress


At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, our host and mentor, Chèvrefeuille gives us a spiritual meme where we can choose among four photographs for our inspiration. They are A young mountain monk, Laughter, Time Flies and Tranquility.  The image of a clock depicting how time flies is what inspired my haibun/troibun but more than just time flies…how a split second experience can imprint forever in my mind.  The blue butterfly visited me from April to November, 2015 following the death of my mother December 2014.  I have never seen such a constant presence as this beauty before or after.  I know, deep down, she was helping me in my grief.

And now the memory of my experience with the blue butterfly brings me such joy…

I feel such laughter in my heart, imagining the daisies also chortling…like the monks in the photo our host has given us.  By the time I had completed the troiku(a new form of haiku created also by Chèvrefeuille), I felt my whole being washed with a sense of tranquilty. So, I suppose I was influenced by all four photos and left with a lingering sense of wellbeing.

Perhaps I was also the young monk from the mountain observing the memories of my youth…my mother and the blue butterfly.
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season’s promise ( Soliloquy no renga)

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©Clr’17/04/22 (Queens Quay, Toronto, On)

April showers
cleaning winter’s debris
skies are grey

intermittent gold reprieve
drops of sunrays’ budding hope

nature ripens
browns to greens
spring’s burning promise


April 24 2017Daily Moments – season’s promise –  Soliloquy no renga

Haiku Horizons 

When I looked up Haiku Horizons this week’s prompt had not been posted yet but I mistook “drop” last week’s as this week. Oh dear! But adjusting my last line made it all work out (smiles)

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Daily Moments Apr 21-17 – Quiet of day (haibun)

That time of day where words are not required…silence carries a life of its own. The homeless man whose weary feet, too heavy to continue, marks a spot to rest an hour or five. The rush hour street car groans its morning tune…his lullaby.

Heros of the night who keep watch for those where pain and suffering visit at two in the morning..nursing homes, hospitals, police stations, helplines…winding down their long day seeing flashes of their comfy bed mingled with the trauma they just witnessed. No words…just thoughts, visions…turning into a steady hum.

Stray cats seek a dry abode, giving chirping critters the eye that says it all. Birds chant their morning praise, feeling lucky to be alive… singing melodies of joy, hoping to see that worm raise its lovely head…

Bakeries and coffee shops are already ready to help mankind jump-start the day.

Mornings are such a foreign thing to her. So, this is how the other half lives …some starting their day and others winding down. She, falls in between …feels as if she is always trying to catch up…

Hear the silent hum
Brew at dawn


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new beginnings (troiku) – Daily Moments April 17- Easter Monday


spring is in the air
Easter weekend came in sprints
sunshine here and there

spring is in the air
playful loves resume

Easter weekend came in sprints
mournful for a day or two
rising with a smile

sunshine here and there
dropping old resentments
kindling life anew


HaikuHorizons: drop

A Troiku is a new formed haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carp Diem Haiku Kai

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rencontre amicale/friendly meeting (troiku)

dimanche après-midi
rencontre improvisée
échange amical

dimanche après-midi
bavarder de ci, ça
et de tout

rencontre improvisée
plongeant dans les hauts et les bas
des larmes et des éclats

échange amicale
la vie, comme il se doit
réunir entre femmes

Sunday afternoon
impromptu get-together
friendly exchange

Sunday rendezvous
talking of this, that
and everything

impromptu get-together
swimming in highs and lows
tears and giggles

with a real friend
connecting as women do
life, as it should be


Haiku Horizons: Swim-baigner


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under a spell (Friday Music @MindlovemiserysMenagerie)

At  Friday Music we are given a beautiful Québecois song for our inspiration. The song is even more special since it is by a Québecois singer/songwriter,  Alex Nevsky [formerly Alexandre Parent) from Granby, Québec which is in the Eastern Townships where I was raised. I decided to write a haibun concluded with a tanka. I have not added the English translation as the literary translation does not do the song justice.

Jeter un sort, par Alex Nevsky Cœur de pirate

Lyrics for Jeter un sort by Alex Nevsky feat. Cœur de pirate

Qu’importe le temps et les promesses
Si longtemps ce n’est que maladresse
Et j’attends de toujours ton regard

Qui se pose sur mes lèvres en retard

Qu’importe le bleu de l’océan
C’est le vide que je vois finalement
Pris ici et rien pour s’arracher
De nos coeurs si intimement liés

J’ai jeté un sort
Sans trop savoir ce qu’on deviendrait
Corps à corps on disparait
À travers l’aurevoir

Et j’ai tout donné à cette cause
Cette fois c’est assez
Laisse nous au moins partir
Laisse nous au moins vivre

Laisse moi au moins vivre

Qu’importe la beauté du pardon
Aucun n’oiseaux ne mourra si nous partons
Chacun pour soi vers les jours malheureux
Tout nous déçois, mais veux-ton vraiment mieux

Est-ce nécessaire de regarder
Loin devant soi
Pour comprendre qu’on c’est égaré
L’horizon n’est peut-être plus dans tes yeux
De précision, mais plus jamais de feux

J’ai jeté un sort
Sans trop savoir ce qu’on deviendrait
Corps à corps on disparait
À travers l’aurevoir

Et j’ai tout donné à cette cause
Cette fois c’est assez
Laisse nous au moins partir
Laisse nous au moins vivre

J’ai jeté un sort
Sans trop savoir ce qu’on deviendrait
Corps à corps on disparait
À travers l’aurevoir

Et j’ai tout donné à cette cause
Cette fois c’est assez
Laisse nous au moins partir
Laisse nous au moins vivre

Laisse moi amusions vivre

Sitting in the café, she lifted her head and rubbed her neck from writing for so long. Her eyes turned towards the fireplace. A young man was reading, with his head leaning against the ear of the armchair. She could vaguely read the title…Bonheur d’O… She wondered if this was fate…this handsome man reading one of her favourite love stories by Gabrielle Roy, Bonheur d’Occasion.

She lowered her head slightly to return to her writing and only slightly tilted her head…she was fascinated to see a man read such a romantic book and now she was curious. Was he a professor or a grad student?

Then he turned towards her direction…

plunged in liquid blues
swimming in transcendence
breath held a moment
time’s at a standstill
bliss multiplied by two


More about Gabrielle Roy in English from The Canadian Encyclopedia 

Alex Nevsky

Written for Friday Music at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

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early performance (troibun)

Awakened by the silence, she sits in darkness looking out her beach house window. Anticipation quickens as nature begins its daily performance…


the early bird thinks
time to catch
the sleepy worm

the early bird thinks
feeding her fledglings
before sunrise

time to catch
gulls keep with the rhythm
fish caught in the waves

the sleepy worm
floats in despair, falling prey
to fowl play



The Weekly writing prompt at The Secret Keeper

(5) Words: | THINK | RISE | RHYTHM | FLOAT| FALL |

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spring gifts haibun Daily Moments April 4 2017


April showers seem so adorable in children’s books with poems and chants that rhyme as children skip to school. In the city, it means cleansing of streets, playgrounds and lawns. However, some may look at their back yard with dismay

lawns deflowered
fragrant tokens
for his master


spring gifts haibun Daily Moments April 4 2017

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Pearls of wisdom (haibun)

It was midnight when she walked home, taking the shortcut behind the counselling centre.  A  cool soft mist felt good on her face.  No moon to light up her path, she tread carefully, stumbling over tree trumps and fallen branches from the long winter that had finally passed. As she reached the street, she noticed the street lights were out and blackness shielded her way.

Suddenly, there was loud crack in the sky. She counted “One thousand and one, one thous…” the sky lit up telling her the lightening was fairly close. Grandmaman always said, “Si tu es en vélo ou tu as des semelles en caoutchouc l’éclair ne te touchera pas.”  Well, now, who could argue with Grandmaman! For once she was happy to be wearing her Hunter boots she had just purchased.  It was a frivolous expense but the money was a present for her milestone birthday.

Now the rain began to pour and she knew running would not stop her from getting soaked, so she walked at a slow pace, lifting her face to the sky letting the raindrops cleanse her weariness.

treading through darkness
allowing thoughts to simmer
draped in its safety

Faces of youths flashed in her mind,  their voices expressing their pain.  Sadness, confusion and hopelessness proclaiming their needs turning into a cacophony until all she could decipher was a steady rumble.

Another crack erupted from the sky and turned into an explosion of lights.  Just as she was entering the Métro, she sighed…who knew?


nature takes its course
granting ever so wisely,
what we need

Like thousands of empty shells until you find a  pearl of enlightenment, darkness can be your friend.


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springtime dreams ~ Daily Moments 17/03/25

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©Clr`17/03/25  midnight stroll

first spring weekend
blustery winds proclaim the new
season’s grand entrance

winter hangs on tirelessly
snowflakes on my cheek

dreaming of cycling
trails along the river
snow covered bike


Image may contain: bicycle and outdoor

Daily moments springtime dreams (soliloquy no renga)

March 25, 2017

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one gru at a time (haibun)

Once there was a boy who walked along the beach with his grandfather.  The boy could barely match his tall grandfather’s gait  but he did not give up, jumping and skipping next to him sticking his chest out when he caught up to him.

They approached some drift wood and GrandPapa led the little one to sit by him and watch the waves forming rows and rows of petticoats. “Ah, cela me fait souvenir des bons moments quand ta mamie était toute jeune.” He sighed and appeared to be in his own world for a long time. Jonathan was only half listening to his grandfather because he often talked about times that he knew very little about.

He started fidgeting from sitting for too long and fell to his knees taking handfuls of sand and putting his ear to it as he slowly let the sand sift through his fingers. GrandPapa looked at Johnathan and started chuckling.  He asked him, why he was putting the sand to his ear like that.

His grandson looked up at his grandfather with a slight air of annoyance. « Bien voyons, GrandPapa.  J’écoute. Mon prof m’a dit que dans le sable il y a des milliers d’histoires…alors, j’écoute »

waves carry tomes
drifting  from faraway
yesteryear’s tales



Ah, cela me fait souvenir des bons moments quand ta mamie était toute jeune. 
Ah, that brings wonderful moments to mind when your nana was very young.

Bien voyons, GrandPapa, J’écoute. Mon prof m’a dit que dans le sable il y a des milliers d’histoires…alors, j’écoute »
Come now, Grandpa, I’m listening. My teacher told me that in the sand, there are millions of stories…so, I’m listening.” N.B. in French "histoire" means story but also history.


Inspired by Chèvrefeuille post at Carp Diem Haiku Kai

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A waka story …once upon a time (haibun) ~ TheSecretKeeper

Once upon a time, there lived an old English professor who retired in a small cottage in a village by the Arabian Sea. With this new free time, he could now delve in his passion and became a great poet. He spent his days at the kitchen table writing smart anecdotes about this and that and everything else.

Sometimes, if he was searching for the right word, his eyes would wander out the window at the gardener sitting among the moonflowers, hyacinth and jasmine, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her babies.  He never tired admiring his love even after 50 years!

Evenings, the elderly couple liked catching the international news . Today was especially important to learn the results of the presidential election in that foreign country called U.S.A.

He stared, dumbfounded at the name of the new president elect and could not believe his ears! “The world, as we know it, with this boorish leader, Flora, will never be the same,” he whispered, “I’m afraid this man’s greed and narcissism combined, will have voters climbing the walls to escape the wrath of this man.”

scent of jasmine
away from toxic meadows
calming and healing


Written for SecretKeeper – 5 word prompt: | CLIMB | CATCH | SMART | VOTE | POET |

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searching (troiku)

(c) Clr’16

amid the lilacs
blindly searching
her fragrance

amid the lilacs
memories stir
her gentle smile

blindly searching
under the full moon
lilt of her voice

her fragrance
from heaven


This Troiku [ a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai] was written for Haiku Horizons.

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cat’s eyes (troibun)

Which tree will the hummingbird choose this year, she wonders, looking out the window from her dining room. Rocking in her old maple chair, the constant groan is weighing on her eyelids. Suddenly, eyes widen as a bird sets on  her balcony.

starling sings her song
dawn of spring
cat’s eyes follow

starling sings her song
pre-season rehearsal
practice makes perfect

dawn of spring
sun melts snow
earth finally revealed

cat’s eyes follow
on the windowsill
sleepy fly stirs


Written for:
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserys Menagerie

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. To learn more how to write a troiku, click

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