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

blessed horizon (haibun)

© CLR 2014
© CLR 2014

On the rooftop, she sits gazing at the horizon.  The wind from Mont Royale blows long dark strands defying any rules of fashion.  She brushes her hair off her face to take in the show…curtains draped back to see the whole view.

sun slips
into the horizon
fills me with grace

© Tournesol ’15

autumn colours (haiku)

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

steeped in amber
footpath comes to life
crunch of leaves

© Tournesol ’15

Inspired by:

meigetsu ya yuki fumiwakete ishi no oto

this harvest moon –
as I part the snow by stepping on it
the sound of stones

© Chiyo-Ni

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2015/09/carpe-diem-special-166-autumn.html

changes (haibun – haiga)

Walking along lac Boivin, she inhales the mountain breeze and exhales a sigh of gratitude for her new start in her career teaching high school girls. She worked almost a decade for this. At the autumn of her life, she was now stepping into a new beginning.

canvas

season of life
spiced with lush colours – first leaf,
floats on lac Boivin

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons “float”

memory lane (tanka)

(c) Clr '15
(c) Clr ’15

On this day over three decades has passed…a baby girl was born; she didn’t want to leave the womb…much! Resisting reality and the inevitable, she entered this world two weeks later.

on a digital tour,
a last summer visit –
family album
reminiscing the past
babies no more

(c) Tournesol ‘15

Inspired by:

sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread

© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)

on ice (tanka – haiku)

I truly love this prompt!! it speaks to me and puts me right where I am in my life.

sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread
© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)

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kitchen view river march 6th

She lived in the ancestral home by the river…not too long ago; this will be the first autumn without her. 

by the river
 last of the fallen leaves
 gathered
floating in the current
memories of you and me

wintertime,
locking souvenirs –
frozen in time

(c) Tournesol ‘15