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
I discovered a new form of poetry last month called The Cherita at Celestine’s blog Reading Pleasure, a gifted Haiku poetess; the Cherita was created byal li. Rather than using prose, I am telling my story with two Cherita followed by a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. I name my haibun a troibun since troiku is the core.
She thought about her speech she was chosen to give for her group. Her spiritual advisor had chosen her to give her confidence and believe in herself after working for months on her spiritual growth. She had scrunched up dozens of paper already, never satisfied with her words. She closed her eyes and repeated her mantra which usually helped to calm her mind and then like magic, her muse took over.
“I hope to convey my learnings these past months where I have searched deep inside of my soul and am pleased to have found my true self.
I exist because I am who I am I desire enlightenment at this stage of my life I hope to gain insights as I continue to search my soul I do believe there is a higher consciousness and trust my Higher Power will guide me I shall let go and let myself be in the hands of The Great Spirit, Whom I love and now, I am prepared to receive His love and blessings.
through muddied waters against forces of nature a lotus blossoms
Better late than never…I don’t reread my old posts, so trying to find one of my best haiku was not an easy feat. But I do remember enjoying writing my haiga last September during 30 Days of Haiga. Here is a haiga I chose because it is a moment I treasure, seeing butterlies and blossoms late in the season…in autumn.
here is my rewrite:
bees and butterflies refusing to retire sweet bedtime snack