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

heavy blossoms (Troiku)

white peonies
luscious  blossoms spill
over balconies

white peonies
memories of her youth
when Mother was there

luscious blossoms spill
spreading their fragrance
nature’s free scents

over  balconies
river breeze cools
unclad beauty

© Tournesol ’15/edited 19/17/02

things that make me smile (troiku) CDHK

amma mom
(c) Clr ‘157Amma,(Divine Mother) Mom, GrandMaman

TROIKU

song of a skylark 
echoes from heaven’s meadow 
wind in my hair 
 
song of a skylark 
even robins stop to listen 
sweetens the air 
 
echoes from heaven’s meadow 
imagine her lip-singing 
mes chères mamans
 
wind in my hair 
one dove in-flight, startles me  
heart skips a beat
 
© Tournesol ‘19/04/16 

This TROIKU is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chèvrefeuilles at CDHK
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com

French translation of Dove is Colombe which is my late mother’s name 

Written to the prompt on my mentor Chèvrefeuille at CDHK Carpe Diem #1648 skylark (hibari)


Remembering (troibun) Daily Moments Jan 5/19

It’s 1950 something…

She was always a daydreamer ever since a young child. As she grew up she would change the endings of movies she had seen and create different scenarios. Life is like that! Movies hold only one script of a possibility.

Imagine if fathers would clean the house, cook the meals, do the laundry, shop at the grocery store, bring the children to the doctor and tuck them in! Mothers would come home after a long day at work greeted by their husband holding a chilled glass of white wine or maybe a cup of tea.

Imagine if fathers walked the children to school and talked to the teacher when they had belly aches or that boy kept pulling her hair! Imagine if fathers sat patiently at the kitchen table helping children learn their ABC’s!

Such a silly dream she had in the 1950’s but it would have been a nice change to see.

 
tripping 
falling down the stairs 
who kissed the boo boo? 
 
tripping 
Daddy catches her 
before she falls 
 
falling down the stairs 
someone pushed her 
heart aches more than flesh
 
who kissed the boo boo 
waking up to reality 
mothers know best

© Tournesol ‘19/01/05 
Daily Moments January 5 2019   Remembering  Troibun

holiday dreams (troiku) RonavanWrites Haiku – slow-burn

(c) Clr ’18

 
Hot mug of cocoa 
Sitting before a crackling fire 
Eyelids slowly close 
 
Hot mug of cocoa 
Memories of long ago 
Scents of childhood 
 
Sitting before a crackling fire 
Birch logs burning ever slowly 
Embers glow 
 
Eyelids slowly close 
Dreaming of ol’ saint Nic 
Sleigh bells tin-a-ling  
 
© Tournesol ‘18/12/19 
 
A Troku is a new form of haiku created by Chévrefeuille at Carpe Dieme Haiku Kai  
This is written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku: Slow & Burn

reality flows (troiku)

[…] “The mirror reflects perfectly; it makes no mistakes because it doesn’t think. To think is to make mistakes.” […] (Source: The Winner Stands Alone by Paulo Coelho)

©Clr’17 Yamaska River

leaning forward
reality stares back
by the riverbank

leaning forward
searching for a sign
splash of a fishtail

reality stares back
screaming
in mute stillness

by the riverbank
harmonica echoes
ripples dance

©Tournesol’17/12/20

CDHK  -Mirror

 

Wintertime (Fibonacci – Naani – Troiku)

(c) Clr’17

( Fibonacci )
white
snow
brightens
our winters
despite shorter days
enjoying snow melt on my tongue
as I stare agape at the snow clouds in the sky

life
is
so brief
transcending
and temporary
like a snowflake melts on my cheek
and vapours on morning seas vanish effortlessly

( naani ) 

snow on my balcony
I rest in the warmth of my abode
wishing I were a child again, rolling in the snow
making snow angels as I stare up in the heavens

(troiku) 

snow falls
brightening  death
of winter

snowfalls
dressing trees
with white angels

brightening  death
adorning mother’s place
snow covered tombstone

of winter
slumber takes over
melancholy hearts

©Tournesol’17/12/10

Daily Moments December 10  2017 – Wintertime

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/12/carpe-diem-weekend-meditation-10-fibo.html

Twilight (troiku)

©Clr’17 Port Burwel, Ontario (Lake Erie)

last splashof pink
slips below the horizon
enter twilight

last splash of pink
blending with a darkened sky
colour it purple

slip below the horizon
other side of the world
meeting dawn

enter twilight
dusk turning
to midnight blue

©Tournesol ’17/11/01

CarpeDiemHaikuKai – Twilight

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaiku Kai.

Also attempting at Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #1 

precious gems (troiku)

kusa no ha [ya] ame ni magirenu aki no tsuyu

blades of grass–
lost among the raindrops
autumn dew
© Issa (1810)(tr. David Lanoue)

blades of grass
snail crawls warily
in the everglades

lost among the raindrops
heartbroken
a lover’s tears

autumn dew
morning frost glints
like GrandPa’s gold tooth

©Tournesol’17/10/27

I have used Issa Kobayashi’s beautiful haiku as an inspiration at Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and decided to use his haiku  to form a troiku .  A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host, Chevrefeuile which he explains on his website Chevrefeuillecarpediem.