traveling all night pleasant leisure distractions eyes flutter
travelling all night so many strange places yet, familiar
pleasant leisure distractions finally worries take a backseat
eyes flutter taking in every scene my movie screen
Such an offensive shrill pulls me aggressively from my dream. Keeping my eyes closed trying with all my might, to slip back on that journey. I put on my eye mask filling my eyes with darkness…hoping, waiting for the train to pass.
sun rising in its splendour blossoms dusk hastens light of day nighttime’s last embrace
Departure #30 necessary endings (haibun)
Endings can be so difficult. No one wants to say goodbye to frolicking in an open field, making sand castles on a sunny beach or walking along a park in open sandals. One just feels so much lighter! It tastes like freedom. Moreover, despite the rich blankets of gold and amber, it is so darn hard to let go of this period. Just like the child that says, “Just five more minutes, please!” so he can say up a little bit later, resisting the end of a day.
carefree summer soon comes to an end sombreness lingers less time to play shorter days
walking home alone path filled with fallen leaves winter’s calling me
From On the Road, Suzanne has chosen the following quote to inspire us to write in our favoured waka form.
“As we turn every corner of the Narrow Road to the Deep North, we sometimes stand up unawares to applaud and we sometimes fall flat to resist the agonizing pains we feel in the depths of our hearts. There are also times when we feel like taking to the roads ourselves, seizing the raincoat lying near by, or times when we feel like sitting down till our legs take root, enjoying the scene we picture before our eyes.” – Soruyo
Thinking back when her children were little and stress had a way of creeping into the household. So often she would pack up a blanket, a healthy lunch and off they walked (her son biked) and she pushed the stroller for the younger one to the fort by the rapids. It was a mile to get there or 1.6km and if the children had behaved, they would walk to the wading pool half a mile away and maybe get a sundae at MacDonald’s across the street. The road taken then was to “stay above float” and it happened to make everyone content.
Sometimes, at the end of the day when the children’s father returned from work, they would plan a family bike outing, but before, she would take a “mommy run” to check on her bike she would say. What she actually did was ride very fast, wind blowing in her face, removing the “dust of her day” and by the time she was by the rapids, she was cleansed and became a person. She was not a mother, a wife, a daughter, a woman, a friend, a volunteer, a counsellor…she was one simple person.
roar of the rapids inhaling every woe announcing hope water splashing at her feet droplets giggle with joy
Once the stress of the day had dissipated into the current, washed away and moving on to the basin of the river, she felt lighter. Her shoulders rose naturally and she sat with her spine straight without a thought in the world…no dreams were necessary…
rolling white caps just sitting – not wanting contentment infused
At Virtual Haiku on Facebook, we are asked to write a haiku to the photo shown This inspired me to write several and so I decided to use one of my photos and add the haiku and one tanks below. Also the prompt at HaikuHorizons this week is also dark.
stored in dark corners
alluring and entertaining
hoot of an owl
embrace your fears
attune to uncertainty
insights may appear
hiding in the dark – away,
from their happy place
carved into the crevices
of their soul