Indian summer (troiku)

©Clr’16

brisk winds
strip trees bare, until
return of summer

brisk winds
blowing gold and amber leaves
nature’s duvet

strip trees bare
warm breeze passing through
Indian summer

return of summer
autumn in remission
before winter’s sleep

© Tournesol’17/08/23

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and the theme is Indian Summer.

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host, Chevrefeuille.  You can see at his blog Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where he introduces his readers to this new form – The Troiku.

 

always hope (solo no renga)

(c)Clr’16 coming Home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

even through grey skies
sun still shines brightly
above those clouds

despite life’s quagmires
moon shines down on me

never give up hope
even through thunder storms
the Great Spirit knows

©Tournesol`17/08/22

 

 

 

Inspired by a tanka  Olga wrote at Stuff and What If   in reponse to a prompt for Suzanne’s On the Road: travelling with the moon

Daily moments August 22/17 catching dreams (haibun)

Bits and pieces of the dream comes to mind. Two men and a woman open act one and towards the last act, after many exchanges and events, two women and one man bow for their performance.

A very illogical dream comprising of penises and vaginas…yes, I kid you not!! Absurd as it may seem. I kept coming in and out of sleep but would get back into the action of things each time.  There was talk about operations, if I remember some dialogues in the dream. At the end I was shocked to see that there were now 2 women and one man.  “Aww,” I thought to myself, “I guess that was the talk about penises…one was removed and a vagina put in place.”  What a weird dream!

moving pictures
in the shrine of her mind
roll in endless loops
bizarre performances
all night long

(c) Tournesol’17-08-22

Daily Moments – catching dreams (haibun)

Living and Learning in Amritapuri, India: August 11-14 2017

My friend shares her days upon her visit at the ashram in Amritapuri in Kerala, India,  where Amma and her devotees reside. Perhaps September will be a time for me to consider since it may rain but it is also cooler. If you want to read more on Karuna’s journey in India, click on the above tab on the Menu INDIA.

My Daily Challenges for Spiritual Growth: Today, I seek guidance.

 

chanting softly
in my mind’s eye
she smiles
asking her guidance
I wait…it will come, I know

(c) Tournesol’ 17-08-22

Living, Learning and Letting Go

Setting Up

I spent a good part of my first days at the ashram setting up my room. That included unpacking the suitcase I brought from Seattle and the items in the small trunks I keep here year round. I washed the clothes from the trunks in buckets. That task was made considerably harder since I couldn’t wring out the clothes with only one hand, my non-dominant hand at that. I knew I could choose to use a laundry service, but clothes dry so fast here that I prefer to do it myself. Luckily, I was in India not Seattle. I could press the items on the washing stone in my bathroom and get out a lot of the excess water. And in India, the clothes and towels would drip dry in a reasonable amount of time even though they were not rung out properly.

The morning of my first…

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cry of nations (senryu)

Mondriaan (painting by Chèvrefeuiile)

bleeding nations
too many turn a blind eye
only white flags fly

©Tournesol’17/08/214

Written for  Carpe Diem #1240 Who’s Afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue (Barnett Newman)

savouring nature (troibun)

Nearing the end of summer is such a busy and pleasant time of year. Fruits are still plentiful at the farmer’s market, we can smell the peaches, plums and first pickings from the apple orchard. Vegetables are in abundance and it is a time to make homemade ketchup, pickled beets and bread and butter pickles. Kitchens are filled with aromas and tiny hands reaching for a spoon to savour the fruits of our mother’s and grandmother’s labour.

harvesting season
golden honey on my tongue
taste of heaven

harvesting season
tart and crunchy Lobos
first apple pickings

golden honey on my tongue
mixed with lemon and ginger
GrandMaman’s potion

taste of heaven
after dinner digéstif
apricot brandy

©Tournesol’17/08/21

Haiku Horizons: Prompt “Taste”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

 

 

 

mystère matinale / morning mystery (haiku)

Amaryllis in Bermuda/ Artist: Mae Roberts Giroux, Oakville, Ontario

The theme today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is ‘shifted flowers’ and the painting I have chosen is an abstract oil painting my aunt did from a photo she took.  She said one morning she walked out onto the garden and was mesmerized with such beautiful colours.

jardin du matin
à la suite d’un ciel étoilé
éclat de nuances

morning garden
morning after starlit sky
burst of shades

©Tournesol’17/08/21

matchbox houses (troiku)

Inspired by Crossed Houses at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:

 

linear shapes
concrete and steel
make-believe home

linear shapes
monotonous and boring
may turn one to drink

concrete and steel
searching for warmth
morning sun

make-believe home
ardent lovers still reach bliss
fairy-tale moonbeams

©Tournesol’17/08/21

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Crossed House (Manuel Clavel Rojo)

life happens (haibun)

At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, our host givs us two images of “fractal art” and explains it here:

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/08/carpe-diem-1237-fractal-art-image-found.html

 

This image spoke to her with mute passion. Each colour and curve follows a perfectly planned sequence. Memories of stories her grandmother, a mid-wife came to mind. Grand-Maman was led by her compassion and her faith…life happens.

swimming in circles
iridescent embryo
symmetry of life

©Tournesol’17/08/21

chasing dreams (troiku)

 

This is in response to Suzanne’s On The Road prompt this week here , Chasing Butterflies where she is gives us a beautiful history of Sugita Hisajo who was born in 1890, a poetess who was not recognized until many years later.

Suzanne gives us this haiku to inspire us:

chasing butterflies
deep into spring mountains
I have  become lost
– Hisajo

Now I am known to write many poems on butterflies especially since my mother passed in 2014 but this particular haiku spoke to me about going down a spiritual path and hopefully one day reaching harmony and clarity.

 

(Troiku)

buzzing fills the air
sweet nectar beckons
yielding the harvest

buzzing fills the air
got to dazed and confused
drifting roundabout

sweet nectar beckons
seeking that perfect balance
but scents lure her

buzzing fills the air
season rewards with benefits
balancing nature

©Tournesol’17/08/20

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