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Summer breeze ~ Troiku

rooftop setting sun
© Clr ’15

summer breeze
through the window
quivering blossoms

summer breeze
rustling leaves
muffling moans

through the window
nature procreates
caterwauls

quivering blossoms
stems gyrate with the wind
pure delight

©Tournesol ‘17/11/27

Written for Haiku Horizons: Breeze

 

the 9th life (haibun) Daily Moments November 24/17

He lived a humble life alone…a niece or a nephew here and there brought sunshine to his life…his offspring found no time, nor care to watch the sunset by his side. Before he reached this tranquil life, he’d tested his boundaries, stretching the elastics of addictions. Too many “last calls” and rolling dice and flirting reckonings from the meanest loan sharks. Like a cat, he had at least eight lives.

After umpteenth losses, he faced illness and disability, rooming in the most modest abode…a small room among others  slightly different yet much the same;  not in any kind of bed and breakfast, yet three fixed meals a day.

rags to riches
unrequited love
to borrowed rags.

Last week, he went for a stroll. Waiting at the corner for the light to change, he steps down the curb leaning on his cane, minding his own business like he’s done all his life…

unforeseen
meeting his maker
with a BANG

smell of burnt rubber
wail of niece and nephew

maman et papa
sisters and big brothers
show the way

most unusual racetrack
with perpetual winnings

This is in honour of my uncle, after hearing the news I received today about his sudden death …my mother’s brother.

Written for Micro Poetry Month #24

Daily moments paradise beyond November 24 2017

bitter endings ~ Haibun ~Daily moments November 18, 2017

 

So many losses and bitter ends in this bleak season, she’s lost count. Trying to please one may leave others in bitter deprivation. Impulsive actions, even with loving intentions, become too many blunders that add insult to injury. Communicating regrets is now worthless falling on deaf ears; broken hearts are just too hurt with feelings of abandonment harden over time in bitter stone.

memories
tainted with despair
and broken promises
tears filled with regrets
rubbed in old wounds

©Tournesol’17/11/18

Written for MicroPoetry Month #18

November skies (solo renga)

 

Solo Renga

different shades of grey
misty skies and barren trees
autumn’s dark demise

lavish colours washed away
November’s final purge

wise ones flying south
joining other feathered friends
honking their goodbyes

© Tournesol’17/11/02

Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #2

Daily Moments November 2, 2017