lost in thought (haibun)

She frowns at her sunlit streaked window from a long winter’s grime.   Stepping outside she feels the sun’s glow but, still too cool to make the windows squeal like giddy children.

In the meantime, she has plenty of work to do inside.  She grabs a broom and eyes the corners of the ceiling in each room.  The thought of uninvited guests make her want to scratch.

The front entrance is the next move.  She unlocks the door and peaks to see if a neighbour is in the hallway before she steps out in her tattered old hoodie and black leggings.

lost in thought
broom raised automically
a dead fly falls
woven threads rip apart
spider – nowhere to be found

 

© Tournesol ‘16/03/22

 

The Secret Keeper 5 word prompt: web, lost, black, scratch, lock

 

(120 words)

Jupiter Moon (Haibun)

Walking home tonight the wind was so cold.  She was happy she had an extra sweater and her lighter winter coat was just warm enough but not toast.  She walked faster to create more heat and by the time she got to the Métro she was fine but not so fine when her bus arrived across the bridge…brrrr

(c) Jupiter Moon 3-21-1016 Karl Diefenderfer – Pennsylvania

Moon meets Jupiter
cool breeze clings to winter
drat where are my gloves?

(c) Tournesol’16-03-22 Midnight

Daily Moments March 22/16 0:10 Jupiter Moon

Daily Moments March 21 spring-cleaning haibun

One can feel the glow of the sun on the second day of spring despite the cool breeze. She looks out the patio window and sees how spring cleaning is overdue. Some things will have to wait until it is warmer like patio doors but still, it is refreshing to get a sense of renaissance…almost like those last hours of labour before childbirth.

spotty windows
sunshine showcases
a fly stirs

© Tournesol :16/03/20

Haiku Horizons’ prompt is “fly”

orange roses (troibun)

Her son and daughter-in-law arrived March 20th, for a belated birthday brunch with an armful of assorted flowers. She was taken by surprise, expecting to eat out but never had she imagined such an array of beauty. Words of affection on the gift card warmed her heart. Several kinds of daisies with exuberant colours brought life to her living room and then her eyes set on those roses…

orange roses

(Troiku)
ardent rose
crying devotion
her urge to write

ardent rose
breath of new life
filled with passion

crying devotion
first day of spring
ties renewed

her urge to write
a therapeutic process
soothes the soul

© Tournesol’16/03/21

Carpe Diem Theme Week #2 Color Your Life — Orange

*orange rose

accept each day as a gift (haibun)

“Not another rainy day!!” Trula stomped her feet and threw herself on the couch and sulked.

Her nana rocked by the window and pointed her finger at her grand-daughter, “Child, you take each day as it comes. You cannot command the universe or turn your back to what the Great Spirit hands you each day. You will regret it some day.”  Holding her wooden beads, she whispered softly to herself but the only audible words were “protect her”.

Trula rolled her eyes and scowled at her nana. Year after year, it was the same thing when it was cloudy, raining, snowing or windy, Trula made a scene and refused to study and as she got older refused doing chores on the farm.

Several years later her nana died, when Trula was twenty-one.  The family buried her on the farm near an old oak tree where Nana used to sit and read for hours and later when her eyes failed her, she would pray and smile up at the sky giving thanks to the Great Spirit for each new day.

A few days after the burial, Trula was planting seeds in the garden and suddenly the sky turned dark.  An odd-looking cloud loomed over her and the wind picked up dramatically. Trula rose her fist to the sky in protest when suddenly she felt her feet lift from the ground and long tendrils pulling at her shoulder and head;  a huge CRACK resonated from the sky muffling the sound of a broken neck.

(c) Brooke Shaden

the universe rules,
appreciate each day
rain or shine

(c) Tournesol ’16-03-19

Photo challenge at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

nature’s symphony (Tale & Troiku)

We are asked to form a haibun by adding a haiku to our host’s beautiful narrative; after writing one haiku, the image and moment had more to say so I wrote a troiku instead to be true to the experience I had reading this narrative.  Shall I call this  Tale & Troiku? or Traibun?  Perhaps our host can help me with this for I find myself writing a troiku with a narrative more often than naught.

A walk through the forest on a summer day. Birds are praising their Creator with their fragile voices. A warm breeze caresses the leaves, bringing them to a higher level of consciousness. Their rustling makes you relaxed and one with nature. Far away sounds of traffic making your experience even better. Then you walk onto a bright sunny spot in the heart of the forest, a plain spot of grass mixed with all kinds of colorful (field) flowers and there in the middle of that spot, you find a crystal clear pool with the most beautiful colored water-lilies. As you walk closer to the crystal clear pool you see a pair of deer. “Wow”, you think. “What a surprise”.© Chèvrefeuille

 

my morning mantra
echoes midst nature’s splendour
a doe beams

my morning mantra
chanting in the forest green
birds accompany

echoes in nature’s spendour
soft ripples on the water
a symphony

a doe beams
genuflects on spindled knees
a tear on my cheek

© Tournesol’16/03/19

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

 

coming home (haibun) flash fiction 99 words

Twenty-five men left five days ago. The jeep left a trail dust riding over the hill where they were stationed. Today only twelve men returned but only five in one piece. It was their last mission before returning back home. They were anxious to see their family back in Canada but dreaded delivering the tragic news to more grieving families. Sergeant Harvey drove the jeep behind the compound and their mascot ran to greet them. Amir was a black Labrador mix and his loyalty was genuine.

Photo Prompt: FlashfictionForAspiringWriters

dropping to his knees
savouring a gesture of pure love
man’s best friend

(c) Tournesol ’16-03-18

(99 words)