Tournesol ~ dans un jardin: death

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2014/10/04

Nature's paradox (haiga)

final act

melded hues

scent of death

rotting foliage

exit with a bang

kaleidoscope

lie in wait

darkness shades the bed

coverlet of snow

2014/09/26

on tickling grass

cleared a space

kneels to pray

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reverent space

beneath the tombstone

daisies for Nana

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/26

Haiku Horizons "space"

2014/09/07

spirits rest (haiga)

Submitted for Carpe Diem #555 Cemetery

From a Dictionary of Haiku by Jane Reichhold here are are some of Jane's haiku on this theme:

sleeping peacefully
the Best Western Motel
by the cemetery

grave marker
as a cradle headboard
rest in peace

abandoned cemetery
iron keys cross the ground
no one going in

I have chosen mostly photos from Notre Dame des Neiges Cemetery in Montréal, where there is a huge family tombstone on a plot, my great-grandfather O'Donnell had purchased. My aunt told me that he had allowed several friends who could not afford a plot to be buried here. My grandparents and my father are here.

Notre Dame des Neiges Montréal, Qc.

dansant toute la nuit

auberge des biens heureux

Grand-papa rigole

pierre familiale

crie les noms de les ancêtres

hommage sacré

plus d’un siècle d’irlandais

jig au violon des séraphins

family tomb

cries the names of ancestors

sacred homage

a century of Irish folks

jig to the seraphim’s strings

Cemetery rich in wild flowers

gravestones

veiled in weeds and dandelions

spirits moan

Notre Dame des Neiges Cemetery Montréal, Qc.

spirits gather

soon it will be Hallow’s Eve

fox lookout

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/07

Tournesol dans un Jardin

2014/08/20

Bones (senryû)

Prompt: Bones

Bones

wildflowers

emerald blankets covering

beds of bones

sounds of wailing children

haunting the night

smell of death and venom

barbarians’ breath

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/19

2014/08/06

Death (haiku)

knock knock

emptiness so hard to fill

death.

(c) Tournesol

Submitted for Heeding Haiku with Ha, at mindlovemiserysmenagerie

Life is (haiku)

life’s a miracle
death is inevitable
time will tell

Submitted for Heeding Haiku with Ha, at Mindlovemiserys Menagerie

2014/07/28

Departed Soul (haibun) In honour of Bruno

© clr A true Rock Star, he will be missed

(clr) '14 A true Rock Star who will be missed.

Yesterday marked one week that a friend and colleague died, Sunday morning, July 20^th. I wrote a series of haiku/senryû, last week with the vivid image of Bruno when I last saw him mid May of this year. He had been battling pancreatic cancer for well over a year at that time and still accepted that I visit him and he posed for a book that was being compiled to give to another colleague who is battling breast cancer. Bruno believed in thinking positive at ALL times. He believed in the fight and never gave up, nor did he stop encouraging our friend who is still under treatment and we KNOW she will rise above this insidious disease. She is the loving and most generous person (much like Bruno) who phoned me to give me the sad news that our friend had passed. I feel so blessed to have heard from you, Leslie, you have no idea how much it meant to me.

Here is the series I wrote the day I learned of his passing...

Care Bear Hugs

I’ll miss that smile
soothing presence like balm
Care Bear hugs.
*
those innuendos
making me feel young and sexy
twinkle in your {lie} eye
*
they’ll all split their wings
you’ll have them laughing so hard
angels in heaven

originally posted: Care Bear Hugs

Today it is raining. It is grey and my mood is morose. I called in sick today as my body would not respond and seemed to be listening to my soul...I feel as if I am 99 today...a time to rest. In the shower I weep tears of grief and let the water wash them away. I have written in another post how I asked, “Why not take me? I am older, my family is raised, even my grandson is older than Bruno’s son. Why not take me?” The world is a mystery and the Great Spirit acts in mysterious ways. What do I know? Who am I in this vast sea of souls? But I do know that Bruno was a mind, heart, soul and body of pure essence filled with compassion and love. Anyone who has had the chance to meet him even if briefly, is blessed having been touched by an angel.

Reading Bruno’s orbituary in the Montreal Gazette, minutes ago, here at Second Cup, I am sad and yet could not help but smile when I read that his blood type was B Positive! Of course, what else could it have been? This reading along with Chèvrefeuille's prompt on writing with the theme “A departed Soul”, has stirred up the following lines...

Departed Soul

dawn smiled

clouds made way

an angel

soars over sad hearts

begging for smiles

his loud roar thundered

B positive

his lifetime message

gift

(c) Tournesol '14-07-28

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This was a difficult prompt for me as I think of Shiki dying so young and his generous heart and passion for writing, found some energy to write his last haiku, truly touched me.

One of Shiki’s desciple, Hekigoto, was by his bedside when he died. He wrote this...

Hekigoto started the New Trend Haiku Movement. He experimented with disregarding the seventeen syllable pattern.

far fireworks
sounding, otherwise
not a thing

And this prompt created and hosted by Chèvrefeuille has contributed this:

Submitted for CPHK #527 - Shiki - A Departed Soul

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