Tournesol ~ dans un jardin: sunsets

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2014/10/07

a single sunbeam (Tan Renga challenge)

I love this tan renga challenge. Mark's haiku is beautiful. It can be translated in many interpretations, one of autumn leaves a natural street art...graffiti.

When I see the sun setting on the rooftop at work, I see the sun took centre stage for a long time, is now graciously bowing and allow twilight to take over and the finale act...city nightlife. I can see the lights looking like sparking stars just below the burnt orange well where the sun has dipped for the night.

I have decided to add my piece both in English and French. Our office building as well as many on our street are tagged with gangs' calligraphy as well as airbrushed art on other buildings.

a single sunbeam
scribling runes on fallen leaves -
autumn graffit © Mark M. Redfearn

between the colored leaves
the first page of Genesis. © Chèvrefeuilles

With that in mind, this is my attempt to make Tan Renga complete:

a single sunbeam
scribling runes on fallen leaves -
autumn graffit © Mark M. Redfearn

golden star whispers goodnight,

street gangs prepare their night art © Tournesol

le soleil chou hotte bonne nuit

bandes de nuit préparent leurs arts © Tournesol

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #52, Marke M. Redfearn's "a single sunbeam"

2014/08/24

silence (haibun)

One thing I have grown to appreciate more and more is “silence”. I have written many poems, haiku and senryû about silence inasmuch as the rivers and rapids listen to my silent pain and suffering. Sometimes it hears my frustrations after a long day or that I needed to find patience to finish my day with calm.

When our children were little, I remember riding my bike rapidly to the Chambly rapids to refuel. The children would want to come along and I would tell them to stay with their father for half an hour and then we could go for a family bike ride after supper. I would get to the rapids and sit on a rock and just the gushing of water noisily flowing down the damn into the rapids would embrace all my emotions, my silent screams would drown. All this washing me with a bit more serenity in the space of perhaps fifteen minutes.

Static Flickr

Days of frustrations

I sit by the river screaming

in silence.

In silence

purging qualms

soul soothing

Our miniature Schnauzer, Desirée died at 13 years old on the morning of 9/11. So much to absorb that day, week and months to come.

Unlocking the door

expect tiny paws clicking

silent vacancy

Life is filled with necessary losses

wrapped in burlap coverlets.

I am a sunset chaser. When I visit a new town or a new town around dusk, I need to sit and watch the sun bow the end of the day. My first and only condo I purchased on my own, I fell in love with the sun setting on the patio from the 20^th floor. I have noticed when sitting with a friend or lover during a sunset, there are brief moments that no words are necessary to tell each other to simply watch in captivated silence. That is another reason I love climbing up to the roof of our work building when I can to simply see this breathtaking show.

Tinted shades perform,

behold, speechless audience,

Show Time.

In my work, listening is essential. Silence is often necessary to give a youth time to regroup, think through his/her next disclosure. Moreover, sometimes the silence tells me more…feeling the emotions weeping sadly through the phone line; I wait with humility and embrace their trust.

Frantic ramblings

halt in screaming silence,

connected

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/24

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #546, Silence

2014/08/22

Purple skies (haiga)

pale hues of purple

merged from passion

of the sunset

rainbow brushed

a giant purple canvas
after the rain

2014/08/21

Trees spoke to me (haiga)

the trees spoke to me

“come closer

rest awhile”

I did, the sunset

made me smile

(haiku)

dusk enters softly

sun exits sublimely

ducks paddle

2014/08/16

Sun bows (Haiga)

Carpe Diem Special#102, Jim Kacian's 3rd "falling leaves"

falling leaves

the house comes

out of the wood

Our host writes:

flowers of ice

on the window melting in the sun -

"look dad! it snows!"

sun bows

into the horizon,

hush! baby sleeps

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