lifetime replayed one last time (haibun) daily moments, August 30/17

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They walked along the riverside silently. Occasionally he would put his arm around her waist making sure she did not trip over the mounds on the grass. This would be there last time on the property. So many years passed. So many memories. A lifetime of giggles, squeals and splashing, crying and shouting echo on the water like a thousand and one ghosts. She turns her head slightly to look at her lifetime mate.

liquid blues gaze
once upon a lifetime
her heart still flip flops

©Tournesol’2017/08/30

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©Clr`17

Daily moments – August 30th – lifetime replayed one last time (haibun)

 

Daily Moments   releasing negativity August 28 2017 Haibun

On the drive home she remembered she had purchased an album last month and she connected her Iphone to the car radio all the way home.

lost in thought
half moon hears her chant
purging despair

purity of voice
filling every fibre of her soul
Mahakatha

©Tournesol’17/08/29

Daily Moments   releasing negativity August 28 2017  Haibun

painful goodbyes (haibun)

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© Barbara Florczyk

Saying goodbye can be so painful and that is what she did at the train station this evening. Idle chatter filled their last hour sitting on the platform waiting for the train.  When the whistle blew, LAST CALL…they both stopped talking.  They stared at each other for the longest two minutes without exchanging one word.  Their eyes searched into each other’s soul, trying to transcribe those heavy thoughts.  Their eyes swam in painful puddles…tears rolling down their cheeks…still, not a word.

The train’s engine started up and they simply hugged each other tightly for a brief moment and he picked up his valise and turned towards the train, never looking back.

Rather than take a cab home, she decided to walk the 10 kilometre passage on foot.

piercing emptiness
tearing at her heart
tears spill from heaven

©Tournesol’147/08/29

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Photo Challenge

 

Sweet Travels – Daily Moments Aug 27 / 17

(c) Clr – 2014 Yamaska River

Whenever she feels mystical shifts in her mind’s eye she simply allows images to tell their own story.Dusting off old narratives, a surge of waves of old and new dance together playing “catch-me-if-can” until they marry and lock onto a fresh canvas waiting for the artist’s inspiration…

thoughts linger
draped in cobwebs
quieting the mind

thoughts linger
weightless joy
makes her smile

draped in cobwebs
secrets of the night
lie in wait

quieting the mind
rhythmic waves
reaching nirvana

~

Aw the mind!
offers such sweet passages
to explore

©Tournesol’17/08/27

Daily moments – August 27th 2017  sweet travels  (troibun) – and  at Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday (SoCS)  and the prompt is “when”

meaning of life (Troiku)

Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai asks us to write  inspired by this painting by Paul Klee

In The Beginning by Paul Klee

(Troiku)

in the beginning
cold and warm collide
breathing into life

in the beginning
in every shape and colour
so much promise

warm and cold collide
trust and betrayal
narrowing options

breathing into life
meaning of life refined
leading to the light

©Tournesol’17/08/26

A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

Daily Moments August 25, 2017 – too much thinking (troiku)

Burning the midnight oil seemed futile.  Over thinking can only shed angst and more puzzles.

searching for answers
in the recesses
of her mind

searching for answers
in reflection on the water
the river speaks

in the recesses
on the other side
of dementia

of her mind
filled with memories
rest on cobwebs

Daily Moments August 25, 2017 – too much thinking (senryu)

traveling with the moon (Troiku)

I had started to research and drafted a post for this prompt but that was two days ago and pfffft, I lost it all.  Returning to the drawing board, I found a poem by Issa Kobayashi who I truly love his work.  His last line in haiku often end with a nice surprise and sometimes with a bit of humour.  I am sharing some of his bio here that I found at the Poetry Foundation:

Kobayashi Issa

1763–1828

Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa, also known as Kobayashi Yataro and Kobayashi Nobuyuki, was born in Kashiwabara, Shinanao province. He eventually took the pen name Issa, which means “cup of tea” or, according to poet Robert Hass, “a single bubble in steeping tea.”

Issa’s father was a farmer. His mother died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandmother. His father remarried, and Issa did not get along well with his stepmother or stepbrother, eventually becoming involved in disputes over his father’s property. When Issa was 14, he left home to study haiku in Edo. He spent years traveling and working until returning to Kashiwabara in the early 1810s. In Kashiwabara, his life was marked by sorrow— the death of his first wife and three children, an unsuccessful second marriage, the burning down of his house, and a third marriage.

Issa’s haiku are as attentive to the small creatures of the world—mosquitoes, bats, cats—as they are tinged with sorrow and an awareness of the nuances of human behavior. In addition to haiku, Issa wrote pieces that intertwined prose and poetry, including Journal of My Father’s Last Days and The Year of My Life.”

The moon in August is sometimes called the Corn Moon or Cold Moon.  Now this time of year when referring to the full moon, however, in Japan, they are referring to the autumn moon or harvest moon which I prefer to write about in September.  I am really not ready to write that much about autumn…yet.

I remember travelling by car or by bus marveling at the full moon. It is sometimes on my left side and then my right side depending where I am driving and how many twists and curves I have taken. But when I am driving home alone late at night, somehow I don’t feel so alone.  It is almost a sordid affair…like the man on the moon is keeping me company and only he and I exist until I get home.

I have chosen this poem by Issa for inspiration:

Under the evening moon
the snail
 is stripped to the waist.

My humble attempt also having fun:

(c) clr 2017

traveling with the moon (Troiku)

under a full moon
midnight rendezvous
skinny dipping

under a full moon
along the lonely highway
I’m not alone

midnight rendezvous
under the willow
stealing their last kiss

skinny dipping
splashing late at night
snoopy neighbour smiles

©Tournesol’17/08/25

A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

This post was written for Suzanne’s On The Road Friday prompt: Travelling with the Moon.

 

Daily moments – Life is like that (haibun) August 24/17

Sometimes I get up in the morning and I am dazed, with dreams still lingering in my mind. Those first few seconds where I ask myself, “Um, what day is it? Where am I?” and slowly I come back to my real mundane world.

This morning was like that and as the day progressed, it changed from satisfying and calm to frustrating and chaotic. Now, all of this was going on in MY mind! Personal situations started bubbling. Then, you know when you day is going smoothly and then you ask for something out of the ordinary to someone yet, simple in a logical world would be a no brainer. Well, we do not always live in a logical world, now do we? Everyone has their own thing, their own moods, their own triggers and their own perceptions and ideas of logical.

The longer it takes to get a response to my request, the more I regress to that snot faced toddler stomping his feet…yep, that is pretty much how I felt. Part of me was silly and childish and another part of me was logical trying to make sense in a less than logical environment. Now mind you, this was still all going on in my mind again…good thing no one saw the scenarios in my mind’s eye!!

Well, my blood pressure surely went up a notch or two and that can be dangerous with a seasoned person like me but now I am calmer. Things are sorted out and I have grown out of my toddler’s shorts and I’m all “growed up now!”

inhaling a new day
golden glow on blue canvas
life can be like that

dark clouds loom mid-day
bright moods turn to gloom
life can be like that

day’s end takes a turn
orange and magenta skies
life can be like that

©Tournesol’17/08/24

Daily moments – Life is like that  (haibun) August 24/17