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Carpe Diem

5 Dec
 Haibun Thinking – December 2nd 2014

Film Quote

“Carpe diem. Seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary”
~ Dead poets Society (Robin Williams)

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This has been an extraordinarily difficult year for my co-worker. While recovering from surgery and the aftermath of complications upon complications, she was hit with the sudden deaths of her only remaining family. Her mom and younger sister the victims of an intoxicated driver .

Putting all this drama aside, she returned to work despite management’s offer of personal time off. Every evening she has been here to greet clients with her lovely smile and “hello, how can I help you?” They, never suspecting the pain and heroic effort behind each word. Like Robin Williams her beautiful soul wept behind a mask.

Somehow her secret got out. We have no idea how ~ Santa perhaps? Late yesterday afternoon shortly after her shift began a beautiful poinsettia arrived at  her desk with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a voucher for a weekend at a local spa and a gift card . A folded paper  revealed the signatures of dozens of our regular clients.

We found her sobbing uncontrollably in the staff room. She kept repeating “I don’t deserve this”. She cannot be any further from the truth. Après la pluie le beau temps. She has been an example of professionalism above and beyond anything any of us are capable of. Carpe diem my friend, this day is yours.

from out of the dark

even the humblest  weeds

will have their day

 

 

Cherry Blossom revisited

9 Oct

Carpe Diem #578, Hatsu Hana (March 2013)

first cherry blossoms

become bridal veil of pink

until the winds blow

pmc 2013

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carpet of blossoms

lie forgotten at our feet

beneath blood red moon

pmc 2014

Note: The moon turned blood red on April 15, 2014 during a total lunar eclipse visible from most of North America, South America, Hawaii and parts of Alaska.

 

 

 

 

Shooting Stars

15 Jul

shadow

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Shadow #2, Shooting Stars

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perseid showers

listening to whispered prayers

when all hope seems lost

 

pmc 15/07/14

 

Solstice in Montreal

22 Jun

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Photo Copyright: Wesley McCoy

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solstice sunset

from the top of Mount Royal

hues of pink and grey

 

 

 

Carpe Diem Special #97

14 Jun

Carpe Diem Special #97, BrunuhVille’s “Riversong”

tranquil forest brook
in the murmuring waters
nature’s voice is heard

Haiku Shuukan #3 Courtesan

3 May

Haiku Shuukan #3 Courtesan

robes of finest silk

will fall softly to the floor

for he who has coins

 

Haiku Shuukan #2, blossom

27 Apr

Haiku Shuukan #2, blossom

blossoming trees

through eyes of despair

have no beauty

Haiku Shuukan #1 Agony

22 Apr

Haiku Shuukan #1 Agony

 

late in the night

a telephone’s ringing

will break their hearts

 

Carpe Diem Special #85

3 Apr

Carpe Diem Special #85, Soen Nakagawa’s “illumined by the moon”

how solemn
each patch of grass
illumined by the moon


(c) Soen Nakagawa (1907-1984)

Such a beautiful haiku, a snapshot of nature. Here is my humble attempt:

 

wbeneath a pale moon

a winter wolf  kept company

by only his shadow

 

 

Ponderings

2 Apr

Haibun Thinking: Week 11 – April 1st 2014

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I sip my  coffee on the porch swing and watch as the setting sun sets the pond ablaze before dropping over the horizon, leaving the tranquil waters and sky in hues of pink.

In the gathering darkness I become acutely aware that I am not alone. The soft humming in my ear tells me that I am about to become a buffet for miniature vampires.

I am reminded of the words of the Dalai Lama

“If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito.”

As I rush indoors to slather on chemicals that are probably more deadly to me than them, I ponder on his words. ( Pondering is all you have to do on nights like this).

I have never been star-struck by actors or musicians. There are certainly some I prefer above others but the fame they wear is fickle.Their fall from grace can be swift and unforgiving. I am in awe of the silent heroes… volunteers

The men and women who give freely of their time to help others. Their only reward at the end of the day is probably just a smile or a handshake, a simple “thank-you” but they will be back tomorrow and the day after.  Each one just a tiny point of light but together they  make a difference in the lives of those they reach out to…the poor, the lonely, the sick and elderly.

I open the door and prepare to do battle on the darkened porch. Perhaps I will let one of two of them bite me…not.

in a noisy room

even the lowly mosquito

can make himself heard