man on the moon (troiku)

©Denise Kwong

smiling at the sky
standing at attention

at the harvest moon

smiling at the sky
praying for a miracle
moonbeams heed

standing at attention
home for Thanksgiving
man on the moon


How could I not write something about les tournesols (sunflowers)! We are asked to write a poem or story inspired by the above photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Photo Challenge 184

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

*Reference for Thanksgiving is for our Canadian Thanksgiving on October 9th.


a moment of grace ( haibun ) – Daily Moments Sept 17/17

Parminder struggled thinking of her upcoming battle against the man who had  assaulted her. He was well known and a successful professional..  Parminder was a mere insect caught in the web of this vicious spider.  He was there to stomp on her to rid society of this nuisance.

She wept on the phone as she spilled her sadness and  anger to her friend. “I am only female!  I am a just an immigrant!  I am trash that society cannot even look at;  I disgust them.”

“Her friend listens.

“How can anyone amount to anything when she has been groomed in garbage since she was born?” She cries for the child who was abused since she was young.

Her friend waits until there is a pause, then responds.

“What about the flower that starts to grow from the bottom of a pond in the muck and rises above the muddy waters, blossoms into a magnificent lotus?  Did it not come from sludge? What about the beta fighter who thrives in mud puddles?  Is it not admired in Western worlds for its beauty and endurance?  The world does not always know where beautiful and resilient people come from.”

There is nothing more precious when two people sharing a moment of grace simultaneously.

butterfly flutters
fanning its wings on her hand,
my cheek tickles


222 words

This is longer than the required 150 words at Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille but it is a true story about despair and hope.  Also since it totaled 222 words and my mother’s numbers were 2 and she was born June 22nd, I knew I just had to share it.

Daily Moments September 17  2017  A moment of grace  Haibun

the other side of gloom (haibun)


Kim had moved to the big city seeking a better life; major changes are difficult especially in the beginning. She was well aware of that. She felt so isolated being away from family and friends. She was not accustomed to the standoffish air of some city folks making her transition even more challenging.

Up at dawn every morning on her way to work, she would drive by the lake greeted by the sun slowly rising over the lake. Each morning she felt blessed and encouraged, sensing the Great Spirit must be smiling at her.

new dawn beckons
blinding all despair
promises of hope


Written for Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

103 words

nature’s release (haibun)

©clr 2014

Emma had been walking for hours in the dank chilly night. She had set out to walk off some steam but now her rain boots felt more like they were filled with lead.  So much tension had been building over the years and now she felt she just might collapse.  There was no way she could diffuse all those years of grief to trickle in a safe way.  “No,” she thought to herself, “I just might hurt someone with this pent up misery.”

She found herself in front of her old church, she had not seen in decades …probably for her grandmother’s funeral.  Crossing the street, she felt the rain start to pour, and  blending with her tears.

Leaning over the railing, the roar of the current was impressive.  Would her faith be strong enough to hold her back?

embracing cascades
spilling into dark waters,
releasing her despair


Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

148 words

painful goodbyes (haibun)
© Barbara Florczyk

Saying goodbye can be so painful and that is what she did at the train station this evening. Idle chatter filled their last hour sitting on the platform waiting for the train.  When the whistle blew, LAST CALL…they both stopped talking.  They stared at each other for the longest two minutes without exchanging one word.  Their eyes searched into each other’s soul, trying to transcribe those heavy thoughts.  Their eyes swam in painful puddles…tears rolling down their cheeks…still, not a word.

The train’s engine started up and they simply hugged each other tightly for a brief moment and he picked up his valise and turned towards the train, never looking back.

Rather than take a cab home, she decided to walk the 10 kilometre passage on foot.

piercing emptiness
tearing at her heart
tears spill from heaven


Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Photo Challenge


Indian summer (troiku)


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.


whitecaps – troiku

©Clr’17  Lake Erie – Port Burrell, On.



puffs of crinolines
rolling onto sandy shore
boisterous applause

puffs of crinolines
petticoats dancing
nautical performance

rolling onto sandy shore
foaming with a purpose

boisterous applause
day’s end in exaltation
seagulls praise


The Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Inspired by this photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie


chocolat c’est bon! (troiku)


Doux et velouté
jouissance sur sa langue
chocolat c’est bon!

doux et velouté
léchant la dernière goute
sur ses lèvres

jouissance sur sa langue
plaisir savourant
fibrille et muet

chocolat c’est bon!
sirotant un pur délice
crème de cacao



Soft and velvety
decadence on his tongue
Chocolat c’est bon!

Soft and velvety
licking that last drop
from her lips

decadence on his tongue
savoring pleasure
with mute passion

chocolat c’est bon!
sipping pure delight
cream of cacao


Written for Heeding haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

The Québecois expression “Chocolat c’est bon” means “Gosh, it good!” and that is why I left the original French expression in the English translation of this troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.