humility (senyru + cherita)

(senryu)

wrapped
in naked humbleness
confesses her sins

©Tournesol’17/10/12

(A Cherita)

making the sign of the cross

she leaves the confessional head down,
hands clasped together in prayer

kneeling before the Virgin Mary
giving thanks for  absolution of her sins
shivering at her nakedness, she prays

©Tournesol’17/10/12

Inspired by chevrefeuillescarpediem-nakedness

 

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Thankful moments (troibun)

wistfully holds
futures passed and gone
scent of promise

wistfully holds
visions of newlyweds
his heart quickens

futures passed and gone
offspring born and grown
love for her transcends

scent of promise
flourishing with each grain
passion begotten

The sky began its concert, with hues that melt his heart. His wife shouts from a distance, “Mon amour nous sommes tous à la table, viens vite, nous t’attendons!”He slowly turns to go and looks with love at his hand, “I love the handful of the earth you are.”

Happy Thanksgiving!

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Sunday Writing Prompt 223 – We are inspired by a sonnet by Pablo Neruda and we can take any line or the entire poem to inspire a story. I have chosen to write a Troiku with a narrative which I call a Troibun (taken from Haibun)  A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe

Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

divine intervention (troibun)

 

Northern lights will never be the same, she thought, ever since she spoke to that  boy years ago. He was giving up on life filled with so much grief saying he wanted to join his ancestors who came every night in shimmering shapes and colours.

tinted shadows
communing with their heirs
every night

tinted shadows
everlasting radiance
from heaven

communing with their heirs
messages of love
embracing life

every night
animated skies return
divine presence

©Tournesol’17/10/04

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1264-borealis-northern-lights.html#comment-form

farmers’ helper (troiku)

Image may contain: night, sky, cloud and outdoor
©Clr’17 Harvest Moon Oct 5/17

midnight stroll
under the glowing presence
harvest moon

midnight stroll
never feeling alone
man on the moon

under the glowing presence
behind floating clouds
playing peekaboo

harvest moon
lighting the path on cornfields
farmers’ helper

©Tournesol’17/10/07

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1266-koharu-indian-summer.html

scent of autumn (troibun)

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16

Autumn entails hard work for those who own homes especially with gardens. It is a time where leftover vegetables and dead leaves blend with garden soil…getting the land ready for a long slumber under snow covered grounds. Grownups are busy with garden tools and raking leaves in tall mounds.

midday break
resting on a nest of leaves
scent of autumn

midday break
crunch of Mackintosh
by the maple tree

resting on a nest of leaves
grandson helps her up
failing knees accept

scent of autumn
marigolds slip in
summer’s remains

©Tournesol’17/10/07

Written for http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1265-perfume.html

hidden dreams (Haiga-Troiku) daily moments Feb 12

It’s hard to believe on Sept 27/17 the forecast today is 31C and this image is the forecast in about three months down the road that can go down to -30C…Guess I won’t complain of the heat today.

Tournesol dans un jardin

Daily moments February 12 2017

(C) Clr'17 (C) Clr’17

(Troiku)

Hope mixed with despair
from my bedroom window
dreams beneath the snow

hope mixed with despair
buried under heavy layers
winter laughs at me

from my bedroom window
lull of rumbling snow ploughs
drifting off to sleep

dreams beneath the snow
fleeting thoughts of blossoms
tulips pierce the snow

(C)Tournesol’17/02/12

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a looney or a tooney (troibun)

They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.

And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.

After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.

by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by

by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins

sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday

folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie

©Tournesol’17/09/27

Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin

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©Clr’17 Loonie $1 Toonie $2 Canadian

 

historical romance novel (troiku)

The Pleasure of Reading

in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker

in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts

shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story

candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts

©Tournesol’17/09/25

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html