Chambly Rapids – Monochrome Wednesday


Chambly Rapids 2019
(c) Clr`19 Chambly Rapids

The above  photo was taken June 22nd when I spent the day at the Chambly Rapids like I do every year on my late mother’s birthday, sitting on a flat rock chanting my mantra thinking of her. This year, my usual spot was fenced in since the water is too high, so I found a log further down.  It was a glorious day and I even got to see a heron by the dam. What a treat!  The fence did not stop me from taking photos of that beautiful bird.  He lives on the island not far from here. It looks like he likes to pose or he was just a patient fisher [chuckles]

(c) Clr'19   Chambly Rapids - Heron
(c) Clr’19 Chambly Rapids/Richelieu dam – Pont Yule
This was posted for Monochrome Wednesday




 

la sage femme (haibun)

Weeping Woman by Picasso.

Art Image Publications PICASSO Inspired Art Projects  Weeping Woman – Pablo Picasso, 1937

After a long night sponging the sweat off her patient’s face, she felt her grip her brown spotted hand.  “Ne t’inquiète pas…ça ne sera plus long ma fille, pousse fort une autre fois à la prochaine contraction.” * But then her weather-beaten face frowned…a tear rolled down her chin.  The silence was deafening as she placed the white sweet smelling cloth over the young mother’s mouth while the father took the lid off the shoebox.

shuffling home
weather-beaten hands
holding a shoebox

© Tournesol’15

*translation: Not to worry,my child, it won’t be long now… push hard at the next contraction.

sage femme: midwife

This is one of many sad true stories my GrandMaman shared with us growing up.  I can’t imagine the sorrow she carried with her mixed with joys…

Inspired by our host’s meme today “weather-beaten” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Basho & Sora (Oku No Hosomichi)

Our host, Chèvrefeuille says: “This month our central theme is “on the trail with Basho”, because Basho was a traveling haiku poet as e.g. Santoka Taneda was in his time (1882-1940). This month we will (try) to follow Basho’s journeys through Japan. And this first haiku which I will share here is from one of his earlier haibun (or travel-journals), “The Records of a Weather-Exposed Skeleton” (Nozarashi Kiko) in which he describes his journey together with his disciple Chiri along the places described by Saigyo, Basho’s great role-model;”

weather beaten
wind pierces my body
to my heart

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Here is our host’s offering and he asks us to write with the Haiku Writing Technique baransu (in balance):

cold spring breeze
makes the cherry blossom shiver
one heartbeat long

© Chèvrefeuille

Tuesday s Tulips Daily Moments July 2 2019 Troibun

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(c) Clr’ 19 Mother’s Day Tulips

This passed winter was long and cold.  Spring came along mid-May.  It was such a joy to see those tulips sprout from the earth.  Reds, yellows and even white petals standing tall and strong despite spring winds.  Even the rain could not push them around!  Hope was painted on every smile when a passerby finally realized that summer was near.

And now in the heart of summer, tulips have been replaced by peonies and daisies…but still, she remembers with fondness, her Mother’s Day present…fresh picked tulips standing tall. If you take the time to notice, you might see one left standing…stronger than its peers.

last of the tulips
stands by the building
left with abandon

last of the tulips
longing for reds and yellows
waits for its time

stands by the building
scratchy and cold
bricks give no comfort

left with abandon
could stand up no more
feeding Mother Earth

© Tournesol ‘19/07/02

Daily Moments – June 2, 2019  Moving Day (troibun)

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Photo credits: Home Depot

 

Moving day in Québec   has just passed in this part of her world like every year, July 1st when residents renew their leases.  When she was a young child it was May 1st and she remembers many new classmates arriving at the end of the school year.  It was not easy for the children to leave their friends and school and start anew in a strange school.    That is why the provincial government, in 1973 decided it was better to end leases June 30th so children would not be penalized leaving their school before the end of their year and that is when Moving Day changed to July 1st.  It is also a long weekend with Canada Day, so many renters who could not afford to take time off work had an extra day to move.

You will notice driving around urban streets in or near Montreal in mid-June to mid-July there are LOTS of junk, furniture, mattresses and many cardboard boxes on the side of the street.  I suppose it is a busy and demanding time for the garbage collectors too.  Notaries (in Quebec we have notaries and not lawyers to draw up house deeds) are very busy from April to July…well, more than usual.  It might not be the best time to draw up a will…if you’re not in a hurry, that is.

Living close to a Salvation Army depot near the bus terminal, she notices piles and piles of clothes and furniture dumped after hours every day for the past few weeks.  And, the curious and disrespectful rummage through the droppings, opening bags and pulling out garments and leaving them spread out in front of the door of the depot.  She shakes her head in disgust and feels bad for the employees who have to clean up the mess every day when they come in to work.  How discouraging is that? Some may argue, “Well, they are paid to do it.”  Sure, they are but the time wasted on this is wasting lots of donation dollars too when they could be doing something else.  Oh well, she can tsk tsk all day long and it won’t change people, now will it?

It is quite warm today at 28C and in the sun it is hot!  She was planning to go the Montreal International Jazz Festival with her grandson but he thinks it is only jazz music and he is not a fan.  She knows there is Blues, Reggae, Rap, Hip Hop and much more but it may be difficult to convince a teenager, so she will play it by ear.  Maybe they can just walk around the Old Port after a nice dinner and see a late movie. That would be cool and since he is a night owl like she is, lateness is not an issue.  Getting up the next day may be more problematic but she is off from work for two days and he is off for the summer.  How she remembers those summer months.  It was a perfect time to read a novel or two and work on your suntan.  How times have changed with the ozone and the sun giving her rashes, she avoids it now.   Well, her bikini body has gone and left her too!

It rains almost every day.  The rainfall has drenched her flower pots and instead of seeing wild flowers, she picks a mushroom or two and throws it on the lawn.  This is the first year she has set up so many flower boxes and pots filled with herbs. Well, Basil is looking promising…good strong plant, that one!

It is mid-day and as she sits in the warm shade, listening to birds chirping and negotiating with their moms for naptime and then the loud piercing shrill of the cicadas quiets everything!  It reminds her of the noon time fire siren that would blare when she was a child in her hometown. The cicadas have a way of mesmerizing nature to a long-awaited nap and humans too seem to find their eyelids heavier after a meal…siesta time.

peonies hanging
bushes cradling each flower
grinning at the sun

peonies hanging
heavy with morning showers
raindrops on petals

bushes cradling each flower
spill over with affection
madonna and child

grinning at the sun
stretching wide
in gratitude

© Tournesol ‘19/07/02

Moving day in Québec

 

Daily Moments – June 2, 2019  Moving Day (troibun)

 

Daily Moments, Jan 15 2016 – Haughty peonies (troiku)

http://carpediemtroikuworld.blogspot.nl/2016/01/troiku-challenge-3.html

like a starlet
peonies bow lavishly
in the limelight

like a starlet
serving admirers
with her beauty

peonies bow lavishly
soaking up praise
humility tossed aside

in the limelight
even with wilted petals
beauty in God’s eyes

© Tournesol ’16/01/15

Daily Moments , this will have to count for Jan 15 

Her Lines – A Song For the Mother

The words are moving, his voice is filled with love and passion for our mother, Amma. Beautiful song and if you listen to the version on Spotify, the quality is superb!

The Seeker's Dungeon

Each time we tell ourselves we know what we’re getting into, but then we can’t breathe, can’t form the words to bring back the meaning into – when the world doesn’t flow to our beat anymore and the darkness carries on, we must remember why we stay strong –

I walk her lines because they’re beautiful – to see the world as she lays it out, to play the game as she laughs out loud, to caress her name with a sin tinged growl – I walk her line because they’re beautiful.

Take two steps – won’t you take to steps for me – wanna feel like I am king. And she’ll take two steps, and she’ll run one hundred more, cause she knows what we’re striving for: a truth we can believe in, a world beyond fear, where tears flow freely overwhelmed by a love so dear, where brothers…

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