Pearly grey isn’t so bad (haibun)

Things rarely turn out as I imagine. This is sometimes best for what joy, discoveries and excitement would I find if my life was all mapped out. I’d be like a peg on a wall map. My need to control would actually make me a slave of my making. Do I get disappointed with the outcomes of life’s events? Of course I do many times. The heartaches, the disappointments and the self-degradation are part of life and in some ways who I am. I am a product of my past and life experiences. How I make of it, is still my choice. We always have choices…not always in abundance. I may have to choose for a pearly grey from a drab grey but still, I have a choice. And with the darkness of despair how else would I be blinded by the beauty of the glowing stars as well as golden sun? If I have doubts about love and being loved, I meet exuberance when I am embraced by those who do love me. It may come from someone I have not been waiting and then that makes it a double bonus cherished and forever imprinted on my heart.

I am a daydreamer by day and by night. Many times I cannot tell where a dream started or where a fantasy ended. And is that important? When life takes too long to show its glowing stars, I escape into stories I devour for days and days. And more recently, I dip into my consciousness and write what transpires from many escapades in delusions and fantasies, me, myself my muse and I.

© Clr ’14

 skies weep,
autumn showers
paths shimmer

© Clr ’14

raindrops
on golden leaves
hold me hostage

autumn wins

tints compete
greys lose race,
autumn scoffs

mediocre mouse
corn field plays
bumblebee
dreaming on canvas
beauty penned at night

 © Tournesol ’14

 MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie  Heeding Haiku with HA

15 thoughts on “Pearly grey isn’t so bad (haibun)”

  1. Sounds so familiar, Tournesol — “Many times I cannot tell where a dream started or where a fantasy ended. And is that important? When life takes too long to show its glowing stars, I escape into stories I devour for days and days.” What to do when the fantasies are so much better than the realities? Sometimes I think I’m losing my mind.

    A great write — and I love the new look at Tournesol 🙂

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    1. I am trying for sleek, clean but want to add my sunflower though…so playing with this a bit. I am glad you can relate…my fantasies are so much better and one reason I hesitate to date again….haha…why burst my bubble, I love living in my bubble;)

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  2. Beautiful… that is the word that comes to my mind. The tender beauty of the world comes alive in your words. And I love that you choose to pick the pearly grey from the drab one, because that does make a difference.
    The tanka is my favorite. The last two lines particularly made me smile. 🙂
    -HA

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    1. I’m so happy you enjoyed the photos, it was such a joy taking the photos Thursday on my way to work. I am taking a new route…it gets sort of muddy but before entering the building I step in a puddle to clean off my boots:) All worth it.

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  3. How well I know the feelings and the fantasies you describe in this piece Cheryl-Lynn … many are the days I’ve pased tucked away in reading and now writing safe from the grey that surrounds me … then there’s the flash of emotion that gives new shape to reality … a moving haibun and your haiku and haiga are really so very beautiful … like the new format … somber but those sunflowers – stupendous!

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      1. It is very elegant! And yes … not even my hubby can grip if I’m using a real pen … though he does get grouchy if I get lost in books 😉

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  4. So many things to relate to and like about this haibun. We support and cheer each other – even when the distance seems great, we are only as far from each other as our imaginations.

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