tears of joy (tanka)

 

Tanka inspired by Shivangi’s beautiful post which is a collection of nature images and poetry. The Poetry of Earth is Not Dead Yet

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willows weep with joy
last sights of nature’s beauty
sun dips below
silent nestlings tucked in
robin does her last round

Daily Moments May 31 2016 tears of joy

do you remember? (troibun)

She remembers metals taps on the soles of her shoes, click click clicking on the sidewalk pretending to be Gene Kelly. Do you remember buying bubble gum for a penny? Oh! and for nickel, you could get an ice cream cone or a loaf of bread! She remembers scratchy feeling crinolines and hula-hoop slips…the latter you could not sit unless you wanted everyone to see your undies. Thanks goodness mini skirts came out…no room for crinolines!

She remembers when she was ten running to the chip wagon with a quarter and getting a small order of French fries and a hot-dog. Those were the days her mother was too busy in the beauty parlour…she loved those days and preferred this meal to Swanson’s frozen dinners where meat tasted like cardboard.

 

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She remembers watching the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show and falling in love with John; that’s when she bought his book of poems and fell in love with poetry.

Sonny and Cher in Soho Square, London to promote ‘The Beat Goes On’, late 1966 or early 1967. Photo by Jan Olofsson.:
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Do you remember Sonny and Cher. Those were the days the only fake thing Cher had were her eyelashes…how I found her so beautiful!! Did you know that her real name is Cherilyn? (Thought that might be an interesting tid-bit.)  She remembers her first love lasting twenty-eight years; married the year the Sonny & Cher Comedy Hour started.

Do you remember when milk was delivered to the house in bottles? She remembers the bread man delivering to the house in a horse drawn cart. How she felt sorry for that horse who looked so tired and old! She remembers watching the fireworks at St-Jean Baptiste on June 24th and eating her nickel cotton candy!

Then came mini-skirts and fast cars, sit-ins and love-ins. Teenage love and wedding bells…baby carriage and empty nests…and suddenly grandchild  is soon entering high school!

(troiku)

time passes
such delight in innocence
like wind gusts

time passes
every year
spring returns

such delight in innocence
remembers
that first kiss

like wind gusts
taken by surprise-
how time has passed!

©Tournesol’16/05/30

Haiku Horizons “remember”

Daily Moments May 30 2016 “Do you remember” Troibun

haunted forest Soliloquy)

The beautiful hokku presented by a very gifted poetess, Paloma, seems fun and free spirited.  As I visualised these  anthropomorphic tree creatures, my mind wandered to the scary trees of the Wizard of Oz and then my mind wandered into darker places.  My mind imagined spirits long passed.  I could not help but hear the cries of children’s spirits walking towards the residential school in Cutler, Ontario.  My colleague was telling us about the stories and how the children`s park we were just passing on the way to the old condemned school, the cries of children were often heard in the night.

She told us how her great auntie and grandmother has been ripped away from their families over 1,000 miles North when they were five and six years old.

Well, that did it!  I could no longer think of anything else but ghosts and spirits lurking in purgatory or some haunted forest. And so, I came up with this completion.

AtlasObscura.com Aokigahara Forest, Fuji, Japan

rumbling winter storm –
ents are dancing with their wives –
ancient limbs entwined
© Paloma

wind moans like an old woman
searching for the samurai

petrified branches
gnarled hands of yesteryear
death watchers

famine damned innocents
the aging and infirmed

souls of sickly children
ents sing to mute their cries
haunt the forest

sea of trees wails
up to to Mount Fuji

©Tournesol’16/05/29

On Living and Dying Day 16 by Kristjaan Panneman

Our haiku master and mentor, Chèvrefeuille from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai,  has written a beautiful and though provoking post at TheSeekersDungeon where Sreejit Poole is inviting people to write on his series 365 Days on Living and Dying.

The Seeker's Dungeon

Secrets Unveiled

by Kristjaan Panneman of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

finding peace of mind
the soothing sound of rippling water
the rustling of leaves
strengthens my tired mind
that’s fortitude
deep inner peace, the beating of my heart,
the music of life
caught in the rippling stream –
finding peace of mind

© Chèvrefeuille (pseudonym of Kristjaan Panneman, haiku poet)

Sunday September 3rd 1995:

“You have to come to the hospital immediately”, was what my mother said on the phone. “Your brother is dying.” I sank to my knees screaming and crying. “Not my brother!! Not my brother!!”
My wife knelt next to me and embraced me. “Come we have to go to the hospital, before it is too late.”
We were too late… five minutes before my wife and I arrived, my brother died… a young man 35 years of age… my older (and only) brother.

I remember…

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summer’s tale (haiku)

There’s a Summer Blog Party going on at Jaqueline’s Blog from ACookingPotandTwistedTales.  This poem written by Jaqueline inspired me to write a cascade of Haiku.  We are encouraged to Tag Poem her Summer Tale poem…

A little Summer tale…
We wore Summer dresses
spun like flower coloured cotton
that sat on each stalk.

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strapless sundress
golden rays
paint her shoulders

paint her shoulders
tawny hues
show off her white dress

show off her white dress
soft and silken
like rose petals

like rose petals
soft and ruby red –
those sensual lips

©Tournesol’16/05/28

against gravity (haibun)

She thought about her speech she was chosen to give for her group. Her spiritual advisor had chosen her to give her confidence and believe in herself after working for months on her spiritual growth. She had scrunched up dozens of paper already, never satisfied with her words. She closed her eyes and repeated her mantra which usually helped to calm her mind and then like magic, her muse took over.

“I hope to convey my learnings these past months where I have searched deep inside of my soul and am pleased to have found my true self.

I exist because I am who I am
I desire enlightenment
at this stage of my life
I hope to gain insights
as I continue to search my soul
I do believe there is a higher consciousness
and trust my Higher Power will guide me
I shall let go and let myself be
in the hands of The Great Spirit,
Whom I love
and now,
I am prepared
to receive His love and blessings.

through muddied waters
against forces of nature
a lotus blossoms

©Tournesol’16/05/28

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

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Daily Moments May 28 2016 spring colours troiku

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with a late spring
even dandelions
embracing colours

with a late spring
April showers of emotions
in May

even dandelions
scatter about
with grace

embracing colours
lilacs and apple blossoms
rose coloured lips

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(c) Tournesol’16

Daily Moments May 28 2016 – embracing dandelions  Troiku