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dancing by the lake (haibun)

When she was a young teen she would sit behind the wooden stage propped up near Lake Champlain at Isle le Motte, Vermont.   Every Saturday, the owners of the campground would play fifty’s music. It was 1965 and she would sit with her older sister and they would watch their parents dance. Her mother was 5ft 2-3/4” and her father was 5ft 11”. They would sweep the floor with their soft feet floating on that wooden stage. Her mom on her tip toes swooning at the love her life. Her father with his charismatic smile. They danced like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire…only her father was much more handsome.

bodies touching
heat of a summer’s night
under moonlit sky

© Tournesol ’16/03/03

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Sensual Feeling (Cascade – haibun – Troiku)

( Cascade )

music feeds the soul and moves the body
instigating spells on her existence
rhythm and blues sink into her essence
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom

searching in all the wrong places for release
it’s always been there, free for the taking
cannot be purchased in stores or on-line
music feeds the soul and moves the body

she was in limbo for too many years
fighting urges to act impulsively
until she explored deep into her soul
instigating spells on her existence

she found herself one lonely afternoon
taking out her old turntable she played
Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson
rhythm and blues sink into her essence

it felt like being possessed by these tunes
her body moved mindlessly and freely
swayed to Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom

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A Cascade reminds me a bit of a Troiku, so I also added the sense of “freedom” one gets from dancing to being midst nature and all its beauty with a Troiku.

(Haibun – troiku)

(c) Clr'15
(c) Clr’15

Nature offers such freedom that dance does liberating the soul, reacquainting with one’s inner child and admiring as if seeing for the first time. Before such liberation, one walks around with jaded lenses. What a joy to “see” again the vibrant colours and experiences of each season.

(Troiku)

nature’s charm
grace of a butterfly
golden blossoms sigh

nature’s charm
seduced the lonely woman
long last – awakened

grace of a butterfly
tickled the child within
made her gasp

golden blossoms sigh
daisies coo – Pick Me, Pick Me
tranquil bliss

© Tournesol ’15

OctPoWriMo #17

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ― Rumi

she loves the nightlife (troiku)

(Troiku)

nightlife grabs her
feet tap-tap to the beat
leaping to a tango

nightlife grabs her
blossoms like a moonflower
alive and wanting

feet tap-tap to the beat
their bodies cling urgently
little space to breathe

leaping to a tango
grabs her like a rag doll
locked in hot embrace

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons “grab”