July 14th, Daily moments – thunder (haibun)

(c) Clr’18 Punta de Mita

Watching the rolling waves after the thunder storm, soothing to the ear but still heavy with dampness.  My forehead dripped and my breathing slowed. Still, leaning on the railing I looked at the magnificent performance take place…just for me.

Hear them laugh
In the middle of the night
Chasing petticoats
Giddy as can be
White ruffles of the sea

(c) Tournesol ’18/07/14

three-seasoned flora (haibun)

If teeter-totter were named something else, I wonder what that might be.  It certainly does not seem to reflect the extreme highs and lows my tummy experiences when a partner decides to let go suddenly! I’m not sure what other name would suit it best.

It is that time of year where children of all ages are filling parks early evenings or after dinner. You hear a whine now and then pleading to stay a few minutes longer but it’s a school night and parents have things to do once the children are tucked in. That’s for sure!

I love spring and noticing each day a new birth, buds on tree branches, leaves starting to grow and so many at different stages.  Nature in spring is a bit like growing into adolescence.  March and early April there is a sudden surge of energy and glow on so many faces, somewhat like the glow of a woman with child. The first few years after a birth, a child is active in the home or daycares but as the season progresses one takes notice of the adolescent.  The tulips, then the lilacs and cherry and apple trees show off their early growth like the young teen with the body of a woman or the tall, lanky athlete towering over teammates.

Isn`t nature amazing offering flora throughout the season onto mid-autumn, from tulips to sunflowers bowing slowly and majestically even after the first snowfall I am always awestruck. Maybe that’s why I love sunflowers and my nom-de-plume for waka (Japanese form poetry) is Tournesol.

© Clr '14 November, rue Henri Julien, Montréal
© Clr ’14 November, rue Henri Julien, Montréal

tulips in april
apple blossoms in May
lilacs in June
flora all summer-long
autumn sunflowers

©Tournesol’16-05-14

Written for LindaGHill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday prompt #SoCS May 14/16

X is for Xeranthemum (haibun)

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Running in open fields, they skip and giggle trying to play tag. Suddenly the young girls stop to pick some flowers.

soft petals drop
Xeranthemums
one by one
-he loves me,

he loves me not

© Tournesol ’16/04/28

Blogging from A to Z

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Borrowing sleep (tan renga challenge)

borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost (Basho)

old man feeds the potbelly stove
sun slowly breaking darkness

© Tournesol ’15

Our host completes Basho’s haiku here:

borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost (Basho)
the abandoned little girl
left alone without grief (Chèvrefeuille)

Falling from the sky (haibun)

© Wallpapervortex.com

In August during the hot air balloon festival in a neighbouring town, I would love watching dozens of balloons in the sky at dawn and just before sunset.  I saw fewer in the morning but so many late afternoons.   Behind our house was a vast field and it is said when the hot air balloon lands on the property, the owner of the balloon offers a bottle of Champaign to the owner. Unfortunately our backyard was not the vast and the balloons always landed outside the property line…darn!

pre-dusk skies
balloons landing in meadows
distract tomcat
mice escape their hunter
farmer Joe toasts with champagne.

© Tournesol ’15

CP Timeglass Challenge – Photo prompt

Mister Winter (haibun)

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

Walking to do some errands today was challenging but with the studs under my boots, my wool socks in my lamb wool lined boots (Saute Mouton), my warm Gortex mitts, cagoule and wool hat, long wool coat I was almost perfect…my cheeks and nose were so cold…my eyes cried…the wind so cold…brrrr at -20C. Fortunately, my son tells me it will go up to -2C tomorrow…yay!! It will be a lovely day to walk to work. I think I will take the longer route if it is this mild and maybe get some shots of winter scenes.

Mister Winter
stay a spell, drink a cuppa
warm up your innards

twenty below
bitter winds burned my cheeks
drink some hot tea

exhale that warm breath of yours
make me smile up at the sky

© Tournesol ’15

sans titre (haibun)

Walking home last night at the Métro Bonaventure Station, it was later than usual. It was passed eleven for I usually see several homeless persons lying on the marble sidings soaking up their last minutes of warm slumber. Between eleven and one in the morning, I am not sure if the police alert them of the time or if they have internal clocks but it was after 23:40 and I only noticed one man sitting by the door where late commuters rush off to catch their busses off the island of Montreal.

People kept walking by and the man was not holding out his cap nor mumbling anything as is usually the case when we go by some homeless persons…he looked so tired.  I felt bad no one was stopping…true it was late and many were coming home from work…not all late evening travelers are revelers.

I sat down for a moment putting down my backpack, rummaging through the mess looking for my change purse, searching for change to give to this man. I rarely carry money but change, mind you, here in Canada means $1 and $2 coins along with the quarters, dimes and nickles…we got rid of our pennies. Good I found enough to get a coffee and soup at Tims perhaps {I must pick up some coupons from Tim Horton to have handy}.

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The man looked at me and I could not see he had a smile {without my glasses} but I did take a few photos} that I had noticed only after seeing the photo.  As I walked passed him, stopped to give him my coins, he thanked me so kindly with such a nice smile…the same smile I saw later on that photo.

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Such a worry for the homeless people this time of year…last night it was dipping to below 20C and it snowed all night…a nightmare for anyone stuck outside in this bitter cold for more than an hour.

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© Tournesol ’15/01/16

nouvel an (tanka)

© Clr '14 Colombe
 Colombe

marking the end
she flies up above the clouds
hail of a prelude
a dove joins them in the heavens
angels, our guides from above
~
marque de la fin
elle vole au dessus des nuages
éloge d’un prélude
une colombe les rejoignent dans le ciel
les anges, nos guides de là-haut

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem “Departing Year”

pure intentions (haiku + tanka)

© Clr '14
© Clr ’14

Piecemeal puzzle,
blank stares, so ambiguous
mind reader, I’m not

masked games
troubled soul muddies any intent
of purity

pure and honest
how children know the rules
adults destroy

transparency
nothing can be more pure
truths told from the heart
hidden agendas trashed
left with pure chaste truths

© Tournesol ’14

Tackle it Tuesday on “purity”