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overcoming shadows (Troiku)

© Clr `15 Tournesol

Awaken to shadows
beast of darkness lurks
day of surrender


awaken to shadows
clouds filled with life

beast of darkness lurks
searching for the vulnerable
fragile heart

day of surrender
open to the universe
sun smiles at me

© Tounesol ’15

Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku and Poetry Prompt Challenge 34 “Beast & Day”

A Troika is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. 

A troika (meaning triplet or trio) in Russian…read more here

pleasure tokens (haibun)

“But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.” Robert Burns …………Photo credits: Chris at The Muscleheaded Blog

I read this quote at The Muscleheaded Blog.  A lovely quote by none other than Robert Burns. What a nice segeway into Valentine’s Day, non?  Must one be in love or in a relationship at this time to be reminded of past loves, paramours and blissful pleasures of the past?  I don’t think so. And so I decided to write a Troiku  about those pleasure moments that are sometimes short-lived.  Now look deeply into that photo as you read into his thoughts:

© Chris at Muscleheaded Blog – Letters and Dreams


poppies spread
pleasure tokens prised
I shan’t forget

poppies spread
imprints a mark of love
and then it scars

pleasure tokens prised
precious moments revisits
blushing every time

I shan’t forget
tomorrows shall be laced,
those yesterdays

© Tournesol ’15

Quote & Photo credits: Chris at The Muscleheaded Blog

Troiku a Haiku form created by Chévrefeuille at Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Poppies

When Georgia mentioned this was the theme at CP yesterday, I read the prompt, thought about writing another haiku (which I still may) but liked the theme of forgotten love rather than war in this troiku as well.

High Tea at The Plaza (haibun)

Photo Credits: Palm Court – The Plaza

I remember accompanying my friend on a business trip to New York City in 2001. I had not been to Manhattan since I was a child. I was amazed how it had changed and it was so clean.  During the morning Jake was at his convention and we would meet later mid afternoon.   One afternoon we went to The Plaza for high tea in the Palm Court.  It was truly an experience, he said, I just had to see.  The waiters were elegantly dressed and walked like they were actually floating slightly above the floor;  there was a musician playing the violin in the middle of the court. It was quite impressive.  It was like walking into a 1950’s movie…well, for me anyway.

We sat on the elegant chairs and waited to be served.  We had arrived a bit late however and no one was in a mad rush to serve us.  I enjoyed listening to the music and observing people who seemed accustomed to this kind of attention. I wonder if my wide eyes and open mouth threw them off…the waiters, I mean.   Oh well, at $25 a person for a slice of cake and a cuppa we decided since it was  almost five o’clock, we would go up to The Rose Club for happy hour and I had the best Manhattan I had ever had.  The patrons were certainly more sociable.  And that was my experience with High Tea at The Plaza.

noble patrons
sip tea from fine china,
violin serenades

© Tournesol’15

Photo credits: The Rose Club – Plaza Hotel

life is messy (haiga)

At Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars, our inspirational haiku by Shiki:

when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist © Masaoka Shiki

wakeful moments
just mistaken reveries
rolling into days

day after day
lost in a sea of fog
life is messy

old woman
chips away at what was home
lost in whiteout

© Tournesol `15

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White Christmas (haibun)

© Clr '14-12-11
© Clr ’14-12-11

December 23rd, the temperatures rose over 10 degrees Celsius. It was springtime weather at the end of December.  Two days of rain cleaned the streets, sullied snow banks and melted most of the snow. Makes it doubly hard for half-doubters..one of my three grandsons… to still believe but painstaking stories, Crosby’s songs and want-to-believe children makes it still happen…one more year.

grey puddles
born from melted snow
earth’s enigma


White Christmas
fairy-tales echo
crooner’s refrain

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem White Christmas

symbiotic (haiku)

To follow the mood of this prompt at Carpe Diem,  our host has discussed the symbiosis of the birch tree and the mistletoe. Of course when one thinks of mistletoe, we are reminded of kissing during the Christmas holidays.

dew fresh mistletoe
her sweet scent warms my heart
my first kiss
© Chèvrefeuille

Here is my attempt of joining 2 separate things that form a synergy of sorts.

perfect mate,
peanut butter and jelly

© Tournesol ‘14

In another slant thinking of emotional symbiosis, the mother and child attachment… the symbiotic connection.

mother goose
heading the flock waits,
honk of her gosling


mère biche avertit
son faon d’une cachette
d’un braconnier

mother doe
warns her fawn
poacher’s cache

© Tournesol ‘14

crossing (haibun)

Our host at Carpe Diem’s prompt is “A Departed Soul”.  Many of the great masters of haiku  wrote “death poems” about their own deaths. One of the “big five” who delivered haiku, Shiki wrote this on his deathbed:

sponge gourd has bloomed
choked by phlegm
a departed soul
© Shiki

having gazed at the moon
I depart from this life
with a blessing
© Basho

and our host writes:

morning dew
evaporates in the early sunlight
spirit climbs to the sky
@ Chevreuille


crossing (haibun)

I love our host’s haiku because it reminds me of my GrandPapa who passed June 17th during the day. I don’t remember if it was morning but the “morning dew” makes me think of the river where we were brought up and where my grandfather died in his home.

The dove is often represented in “death” but its significance is more personal to me.  In French the translation for “dove” is Colombe which is my mother’s name.

I love daisies.   I feel connected to this flower as the petals represent the multiplicity of my personality. The layer of petals beneath the top layer are facets to be discovered throughout a lifetime. I remember, when working in homecare, how sad I would feel when a client passed. Weeks and months caring for a person in their homes was humbling for them and such a loss when they died. After a few years, I wrote to my supervisor that I could no longer continue working in this department for each person who died, I felt a petal from the daisy fall. If I continue, what will be left of me?

Here is my attempt in writing a haiku with this tone of  “death poems”:

© Clr ’14

on the river
a petal floats
crossing over


river breeze
wings of a dove

© Tournesol’14

This was my response to this prompt when originally posted in July 2014 “Departed Soul (haibun)

Saint-Benoit-du-lac (tanka)

St-Benoit-du-lac, Québec

This prompt brought me to a monastery in the Eastern Townships, about an hour’s drive from Montreal near Magog at Saint Benoit du lac where monks do not only pray but they are known for their cheese.

au petit matin
et le vent montagneux
soufflant des cantiques
jumelant avec les moines
un pinson gazouille en harmonie

early morn
and mountain wind
blowing hymns
accompanying the monks
a finch tweets in harmony

© Tournesol ’14

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