softly brushed his arm,
gracefully pouring tea
her silk kimono
©Tournesol’17/02/06
Month: February 2017
spiritual way (tanka)
on the rooftop
in quiet contemplation
sun bows gracefully
wishing love and happiness
shanti shanti shanti
©Tournesol’17/02/05
She likes starting and ending her day wishing peace and happiness worldwide.
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Namaste
Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu
leaving autumn – Troibun – Daily Moments -Febuary 5, 2017
©Clr’17
Our host, Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, published the two winners of the Autumn Kukai last week. I have to say the winners’ masterpieces truly inspired me today. I find haiku is like an abstract painting. The artist knows what he or she is seeing and feeling at that very moment. The reader is like the admirer of the artist’s work, seeing and feeling the words painted on the canvas.
Both haiku inspired me to write. I could not help but see myself in the moment of each ku. Starting with the runner up, Sara McNulty who is a gifted poetess writing waka as well as other forms. I find her poems make you stop…and think.
steaming gold
on chilled October evening
mug of hot cider
© Sara McNulty
Such a lovely and colourful image I see and remember coming home from school shuffling through falling leaves. The crisp air a sign of the season and walking into GrandMaman’s kitchen…
harvest scents
eventide
spiced with her love
©Tournesol’17/02/05
I’m reminded of November, where November 1st, All Saints’ Day seems to set the stage. Where saints are remembered and their ghosts hover over cemeteries and barren parks. Where naked trees have shed their colours and long bare arms outstretched like Jesus on the cross, weighs on our hearts. November days, damp and cold has not seen the first snow yet to soften the blow of endings.
tearful skies
November rains
say goodbye
And now, the winner’s haiku, Hamish Gunn who is a published author, storyteller and poet, writes a haiku that speaks to me. Yesterday, I wrote an entry in my personal journal on another blog and “letting go” seems to be a sign the universe is telling me in so many ways.
we learn
from autumn
to let go
© Hamish Gunn
What a thoughtful ku that any reader of any age can relate to in so many ways, starting with …
letting go
autumn leaves
summer love
©Tournesol’17/02/05
Any parent knows the feeling the first day you bring your child to daycare or school…that first day, that moment you see your child walk into a new setting without you and you still remember what you felt.
chubby little hand
a world away from home
lets go
©Tournesol’17/02/05
Of course at any stage of their lives, you remember those moments. I remember the first day my first-born went to nursery school, the first day at Kindergarten; and then my youngest at fifteen months, going to daycare for a few hours with her brother, wailing, clinging to my breast. Her brother watching over her like a big brother feeling her sorrow tries to make her smile.
tiny tot clings
mysteries of the unknown
pleading eyes well
mother’s reassuring smile
gently lets go
©Tournesol’17/02/05
I could go on and on with so many life cycles with those three perfect lines, we learn/from autumn/ letting go but I will end with my mother’s passing in late autumn, on December 2nd, 2014. Typically, in Québec, we consider December winter but officially it is not until December 22nd, the shortest day of the year. So here I share a series of haiku in a form created by our host, Chèvrefeuille, called a Troiku.
mother’s last lesson
listen to leaves falling
in autumn
mother’s last lesson
teaching me
letting go
listen to leaves falling
return one last time
to Mother Earth
in autumn
one last
goodbye
©Tournesol’17/02/05
Daily moments inspired by Hamish and Sara at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Lessons on Letting Go – Troibun Febuary 5, 2017
Daily moments – some truths hurt (troiku) February 4, 2017
naivety hangs on
realness is in every friend
such foolish thinking
naivety hangs on
authenticity and,
goodness reigns
realness is in every friend
in the land of Utopia
such childish thoughts
such foolish thinking
disillusions
cruel realities
©Tournesol’17/02/04
Daily moments – some truths hurt (troiku) February 4, 2017
winter walk (Daily Moments, Feb. 3, 2017)
slow afternoon walk
sparkling diamonds on the snow
crunch echoes
finally reach the Métro
and then the sky blushed
©Tournesol’17/02/03
Daily moments – winter walk February 3, 2017
Chaos ~ February 2 2017 Daily Reflections
in midst of chaos
between rock and a hard place
never safe
©Tournesol`17/02/02
Daily Moments – Feb 2 2017 chaos
one moment in time (haibun)
We’ve come to the end of The Pilgrimage, our host, Chèvrefeuille has generously guided us through this journey on the Road to Santiago. Paulo found his sword at the right moment.
[…]”…And when I think about it, I guess it is true that people always arrive at the right moment at the place where someone awaits them.” […] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)
Our host writes:
the sound of rain
on young leaves of Ivy
I bow my head
© Chèvrefeuille
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They spent the day in the sun planting seeds of various vegetables. Bent over with their straw hats, mother with her white Ralph Lauren sunglasses, the little three year old in her polka dot sundress and heart shaped sunglasses.
“Ah phew! That’s sure a lot of vegetables, Mommy!”
She beamed at her little helper, “Come, sweetheart, let’s sit in the shade. I`ll bring you a Popsicle.”
Sitting under the old maple tree, her chin in her chubby hand, staring at the garden for a long moment, she asked, “Mommy, when will the green beans start growing?”
“It will take time, sweetheart, about sixty sleeps depending on the weather.”
Obvious disappointment painted on her sun kissed face; she quickly lost interest and ran to play in the sandbox.
rose tipped buds
tender beginnings
nature’s way
one moment in time
coming to flower
©Tournesol’1702/01
Tournesol dans un Jardin 