Departure #23
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
Lazy season (troiku)
call to task
mid-summer harvest
suckling nectar
call to task
butterflies and bees
floating in sweetness
mid-summer harvest
making ready for,
season’s long sleep
suckling nectar
tirelessly collecting
honey’s essentials
©Tournesol’17/08/10
Written for August Retreat at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – theme is “Departure”
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beautiful lines ! I fell in love with the word – season’s long sleep .
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Thank you…it is walking through the thicket behind our offices that inspired this troiku and trying to give you an idea of what I saw along the way I took photos…there were soooo many bees but I only saw one butterfuly. Since the city has dug out some plants and cleaned it up I have never seen my blue butterflies I used to see months after my mother passed. I think it was perhaps a coincidence and it was really my mother keeping me company until I was ready.
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You are missing the morphos , they live in bushes and thickets , without them they simply vanish . I like your philosophy about the readiness of life !
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I don’t think they were morphos…they were tiny butterflies…I saw the same ones for about 18 months after my mom passed and then…pfttt no more 😦
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maybe they know …. your mother has gone…. !
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It gives me comfort believing this.
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yes …I think so too !
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Awesome Troiku Cheryl. I had missed Troiku in your catching up post of a few days ago, but here it is … a troiku. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks, Kristjaan. Troiku has to come naturally for me. After I write the first and main haiku I wait to see if there are thoughts urging to get out. The 1 to 22 did not give me much time to do that and it would not have done troiku justice.
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I love those ‘butterflies and bees floating in sweetness’, Cheryl! And I saw a very small blue butterfly yesterday on the salt marshes at Cley!
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Oh lovely, I can live vicariously through your seeing it:) Thanks for your lovely comment, Kim.
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