mind over matter (haibun)

© Northern Lights – Alien Study

Hot, heavy dampness hangs in the air, as she rocks in front of her window looking out over the river. The air conditioner is on the fritz again and the fans that had been running 24/7 give little breeze to comfort even an ant.  The temperatures are unforgiving at 40C and 92% humidity.

The house is silent except for the creaking of her rocking chair and the buzz of useless fans. Her breathing has finally calmed after her morning paroxysm of asthma. The weather in the past few weeks has forced her to use up all her sick days. She does not know how she will manage now with the weeks ahead if she is  unable to get to work…again. Her wheezing becomes louder and she knows she has to calm her thoughts or else she will have another asthma attack.

She often tries to use her imagery times like this. Placing a wet cold compress on her forehead she imagines she is in the Northwest Territories, hearing the crunchy sound of her feet on the snow as she walks outside. She is dressed in a down filled parka and snow pants and white clouds escape her mouth when she exhales. Night has already fallen and she waits patiently for signs from “the other side”. Looking up at the sky, she starts noticing the different hues lighting up the heavens and she is dizzy with joy;  she kneels in reverence, listening to the echoes of her ancestors. A veil of calm envelopes her until a piercing whistle from her tea kettle brings her back to reality.

lighting up the skies
blues, pinks and green waver
message from beyond
living in comfort
in her mind’s eye

(c) Tournesol’18/09/13

Written for: Mindlovemiserysmenagerie and Wordle

Calescent ((adj.) growing warm; increasing in heat)
Sheets
Paroxysm ((n.) any sudden, violent outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion: a severe attack or a sudden increase in intensity of a disease)
Temperature
Tea Kettle
Window
Breeze
Kneel
Forehead
Dizzy
Damp
Comfort

Bonus word: Sick Day

 

 

mile high ride (haibun)

Sitting in the back of the plane, they held tight during take off. As soon as the light went on to unbuckle the seat-belt, they both lit up their Mark Ten cigarettes. It was 1977 and people could still smoke in the back rows of a plane in those days.

It was their first trip overseas. Heck, it was their first time in a plane. They had booked a tour of England, Scotland and Wales for two weeks. The wife’s ulterior motive was to conceive their first child in the UK, the birthplace of her paternal grandparents.

After a few hours, the plane felt like it was going over pot holes on Quebec roads. The couple were scared and did not realize that turbulence can do that but does not mean there was any danger. The woman seated next to them on the aisle tried to reassure the couple who looked out the window with doe eyes. One could not mistake it was their very trip in the air.

By the time they arrived at Heathrow Airport, they were so relieved they had landed! They still had to take the train into London, then a taxi to their hotel. They were staying at the Green Park Hotel just across the park that brings you to Buckingham Palace. But they didn’t know that yet.

They looked like typical tourists walking on the streets of London, hesitating crossing the the street, not knowing which side to look in their matching bright yellow and green hoodies.

Cotton candy ride
Bumper cars, roller-coasters
Crossing overseas

© Tournesol ‘18/09/06

A girl called gift (troibun)

This photo challenge inspired this story…from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie at Sunday Writing

Life was intolerable. Little One could no longer let this happen to her. This was the last time she would sit still while being violated; she did not cry herself to sleep tonight like most nights. Instead, she sang a chant the old lady in the village taught her. The Elder told her as she knitted on her porch,”These words bring home justice…always, If you chant this chant 10,000 times in a row without interruption.” The old lady gave her turquoise mala beads, “Here, these beads will ensure your safety if you chant as I have instructed.” She held her gift preciously all the way home.

Little One took the beads from under her pillow and began chanting. She pulled the curtain beside her bed to let in the light of the full moon. The universe kept her up all night…by sunrise, she was chanting her last set. It was quiet. The house would not come alive for another hour. She had time…

Her backpack had all her necessities had been packed for months, hidden under her bed. She dressed quickly and slipped out the back door and made her way to her secret place by a pond in the woods behind her house.

Sitting by the pond
Heart filled with hope
A lotus blossoms

Sitting by the pond
Birds chirp happily
Morning songs

Heart filled with hope
Frog sits on a lily pad
At peace

A lotus blossoms
Exhales equanimity
Touched by an angel

©Tournesol’18-01-30

parting notes (a cherita)

©Clrè17 by the river at Mom’s home

(a cherita)

a time to live, a time to love

she lived with an open heart
compassion her middle name

turned the heads of many men
touched the hearts of all ages
then parted to eternal bliss

~

shrill of the cicadas

drawing one’s attention
piercing and disturbing

transforms to a lullaby
one of nature’s wonders
a call from the other side

©Tournesol’ 17/12/01

June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014

Written for Tale Weaver 148 – Dust – at MindloveMiserysMenagerie

 

solo journey (jisei)

©Cllr’17

(troiku)

trace of autumn
wilting sunflower
lingers

trace of autumn
season closing in
darkness swells

wilting sunflower
falling to enrich
tomorrow’s garden

lingers
fading sun dips
to the other side

(tanka)

…on this muddy path
rich with fallen leaves
times remembered
walking solo on this journey
winter beckons

©Tournesol’17/11/30

Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30  and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral

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

so many joys (haibun)

Face Cheerful Laugh Woman Joy Mood Confetti Fun
We are asked to write about what brings us Joy at Tale Weaver and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

 

There are too many joys to list in one sitting but here are a few mixed with haiku or tanka.

©Clr’17/11/27

Sitting by the riverside, waiting for the sun to set

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

sunset
dips beneath blue azure
fluid hues of joy

So many joys to share…moments in time linger in my memory.

The first time you learn you are pregnant after years of trying. I remember not believing the pharmacist and asked him to write it down on the receipt to show my husband. My legs were shaking so much, and I could not stop laughing that I could not drive for a good fifteen minutes in the parking lot of the pharmacie.

©sheknows.com

I remember the trials and tribulations of being a first time homeowner. One morning, my husband had to call the contractor for help when our basement was flooded because the sonpump did not function properly. I was in my own world because I felt my baby move in my tummy for the very first time.

The first snowfall and hearing the crunch underfoot walking. Tasting snowflakes on my tongue when I am lying on my back making snow angles.

The first time your child says, “Mummy”
An adult child that say’s “I love you, Mom!”
a grandchild asks, “I miss you, Nana.”
a youth that suffers with most intense pain
ends his call with, “You give me hope”

sudden burst
heart bathed in pure love
tears of joy

moments of delight
yesteryear or yesterday – joys
reborn with your smile

Toddler walking barefoot in the grass for the first time, lifting his foot because it tickles.

sun kissed skies
dewdrops on soft white petals
early dawn of joy

Even at my age, sitting in a park alone, I am transported to another time…

sitting on a park bench
giggling children
paints joy on lips

sitting on a park bench
swallows chirp
telling stories

giggling children
skipping, running joyfully
tag you’re it

paints joy on lips
brings new life
spirit glows

giggling children
swallows telling stories
paints joy on lips

Awakened by tiny hands Christmas morning to see what surprise Santa has placed under the Christmas tree. Hearing the children talk among themselves, “But how did he know?!”

The joy listening to carols echo in Latin at Midnight mass singing Ave Maria and Adeste Fideles

©Tournesol’17/11/27

Adeste, fideles, laeti, triumphantes,
Venite, venite in Bethlehem:
Natum videte Regem Angelorum:
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.
En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas,
vocatis pastores approperant.
Et nos ovanti gradu festinemus.
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.
Aeterni Parentis splendorem aeternum,
Velatum sub carne videbimus
Deum Infantem, pannis involutum.
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.
Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem,
Piis foveamus amplexibus:
Sic nos amantem quis nos redamaret?
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.

sinners in red (Quadrille & senryu) Micro Poetry Month 25 & First Line Friday

sinners in red Quadrille & senryu Micro Poetry Month 25

Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light
men walking in secretly-
coming out with pure delight
inked red upon their lips

the townspeople knew all too well
the going’s on in this house of sin
lust seekers who’ll be going to hell.

who are you
to judge
casting the last stone?

we are all sinners
in the eyes of the Creator,
self-righteous one!

©Tournesol’17/11/25

At Micro Poetry Monteh #25, we are asked to write a quadrille, a poem of 44 words. I have included the First Line Friday from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie which you see in italics to form my quadrille.

first robin (troiku)

©️clr’17

first Robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly (c)  Chėvrefeuille’17

first robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly

first robin spotted
pecking with purpose
on mother’s clothes line

the low lands are facing the dark
shadow slowly lifts
at dawn

snow falls softly
marking their spot
amid fallen leaves

(c) Tournesol ‘17/11/24

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at  MindLoveMiserysMenagerie