enduring time (troibun)

Dungeon Prompt – No Matter Time nor Place

Which truth do you hold no matter the time nor place? This isn’t a prompt about whether you believe in God or not, or in science or not. This is a morality question. For example, most of us can say that we believe in the commandment, thou shalt not kill, regardless of religion, but would you be able to stick with that even while witnessing your mother or sister being raped? Would you feel that it was wrong if another person, in that kind of situation, killed an attacker to save someone else? So the question here is, which of your values do you hold so strongly that it wouldn’t matter the time or place? Explain.

Here is my response I have made into a haibun.

This will be a 2 part  response to the Dungeon’s  prompt. It was the only way I could be truthful to myself.

1- Which truth do I hold no matter the time nor place?

I still believe that God loves everyone no matter what they may have done. I think about really evil people who murder, rape and destroy families and communities and still I am sure God still loves them. Why? Because we learned as a young child, that God is perfect and God is love. I found that difficult to believe as a young child and yet now, I find that comforting to know that even if I behave like a total badass, God will forgive me even if I don’t.

I struggle with forgiving myself more than anyone even someone who has greatly hurt me. They say forgiving is letting go and so it is actually liberating to do so; and still, I struggle forgiving myself. That is probably another story or prompt…loving myself enough to forgive.

2- Which value or values still hold true no matter what?

I will not list the commandments but I know I have broken a lot of them…let’s see, swearing, yep…especially in French and Quebec French uses many religious words when swearing and they have a whole list to choose from compared to the English language, which basically uses mostly the F word. There are so many that they just roll off the tongue especially when driving and getting cut off, I may spew out three or four words in one shot…to give you an example translated word for word I might say “Tabernacle, chalice, host, pyx, sacrament.” Now doesn’t that sound silly? But said in French sounds very different.

This was the hard part of the prompt; I still believe killing is wrong yet, I struggle trying to imagine if my children or grandson’s lives depended on me killing another person, I think that is a no brainer. But is it killing if it is self-defence…defending the lives of innocent people? Still, taking another life even under that circumstance, must be a mix of relief for my loved ones, yet eerie feeling to take another life.

If someone had tortured, assaulted or killed my children, would I want to kill him or her? That I would hope I could let go and let God deal with that person. I hope I would not be the judge and crucifier. I don’t believe killing would relieve me for my loss. How could it? But in the heat of the moment would I react differently? Would you? Who knows really, in moments of crazed anguish.

And then there are those who kill for sport…

hunting season
ducks follow the leader
a killer sport

hunting season
killers toast their kill
trophies hang on walls

ducks follow the leader
if only they would stop

a killer sport
if the game feeds families
nature may forgive



kindred spirits

© Clr’17

As children and teens they were very close sisters.  And then they grew up and life happened.   Now they are rebuilding anew since their mother passed filling the gap despite the physical distance between them.   Certainly, their mother has a hand in this…

on a park bench
a cool breeze kisses her face
last minute blossoms

a woman walks her dog
butterfly lands on her cheek

both women smile
Mom’s paid a visit


Haiku Horizons: Land

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 a young child.

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

raindrops (squared tan renga)

Photo: Cheryl-Lynn Dec 2013, Montreal

three raindrops
a greeting card from heaven…
midsummer heat   © Issa

words laced together
angels delicate hands

move in tandem
clearing the sky

a million stars trail
glow of the milky way


And here is the other haiku to create a Squared Tan Renga with:

© Clr’17

flying away
following the rainbow
into heaven   ©Chevreveuille

droplets on chrysanthemum
reflecting pastel colours

tastes each moist

sparrows sing a chorus
lauding the universe


Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Raindrops


Words from such a talented poet…Wendell Brown; visit his blog to comment on this moving poem.

Where Words Daily Come Alive

Who will wipe away my many tears,
As for my dear love one I now weep
Who will be there to help me rest easy
While at night I try to fall fast asleep

Who will embrace me ever so tightly
Or who can ever take your place,
Who will say my name like you did
Placing a soft smile upon my face

Where are you now my sweet flower
When I need you most in my life
Where is the sound of your laughter
That always made each day so right

For my eyes grow tired from weeping
And my knees are weak from prayer
And I cannot let go of what I lost
When you were taken away from here

For every time the door bell rings
Or the telephone announces a call
I jump in expectation with a hope
That from my life you did not fall

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