Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Photo Challenge 48 The Mulberry Tree by Vincent Van Gogh

The Mulberry Tree - Vincent Van Gogh
What a joy to see this wonderful painting by a fellow dutchman Vincent Van Gogh and what a joy to see that it's here at the right time, because at my daily haiku meme Carpe Diem Haiku Kai we have all prompts this month about impressionism and as you maybe know ... Van Gogh was an impressionist ...

This is the new photo-challenge at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and I feel proud that I will be one of their hosts on Fridays. I will host the Fairy-Tale prompt. Next Friday will be my debute at MLMM. I am a bit nervous, but I am also excited to start ... well we will see ...

Ok ... back to this Photo Challenge and to the painting of Vincent Van Gogh. Let me first tell you all a little bit more about the background of this painting.
Van Gogh painted The Mulberry Tree in October of 1889 less than a year before he would die. Like most of his art, it was done during a period of highs and lows painted during a time of great self-awareness and yet surrounded by chaos.In a letter which Vincent wrote to his brother, when he was painting The Mulberry Tree, he says: “I’ll tell you that we’re having some superb autumn days, and that I’m taking advantage of them.”
The Mulberry Tree shows a tree from the garden of the asylum. It is centered on the canvas and is growing alone from a rocky hillside. The ground is made up of short quick brushstrokes of white and pale browns. It creates a strong contrast to the dark green and brown of the tree trunk. To the right, you see more greens, indicating trees and growth in the distance. The leaves of the tree make up the majority of the painting, orange against the complementary color of the blue sky. It is that “superb autumn” that gave Vincent the bright orange leaves to paint. The ground and sky are made up of mostly straight diagonal brushstrokes, while the tree leaves are made up of curling spirals of orange and black, sometimes done with the handle of his brush.

I once stated that (at one of my other weblogs) that haiku is an impression of a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown into water. And in a way haiku and impressionism are connected ... so I have to come up with a wonderful impression based on this painting.

faint autumn colors
leaves rustle in the afternoon breeze
screams from the asylum

(c) Chèvrefeuille

Well ... see you next time ...

Friday, December 12, 2014

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Photo Challenge 38, Steam

Steam by Nicolas Muray
Dear friends and followers,

Another wonderful inspirational photo at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. A challenge to write a short poem towards a photo. This week the above photo, by Nicolas Muray, is the source of inspiration. And what a beautiful photo it is.
It looks like old-time pornography ... those colors, the almost nude female in a kind of still pose as if she is frozen in her dance. The shadow of her nude body strong and making her more in balance. Why is the title "steam" ... I really don't know ... I think it's pointing towards the warmth, the ebullience this almost pornographic photo gives it's viewers ... I don't know ... How to write a short poem towards it ... or better ... how to write a haiku towards this photo without losing it's sphere ...

she dances in the shadow
arousing the senses of her viewers -
dark alley theater

© Chèvrefeuille

Hm ... not a great haiku, but in a way in touches the essence of the photo ... I don't know ... what do you think?

See you another time,

Chèvrefeuille

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Beauty on the Rocks

Credits: Yoshiyuki Iwase
Dear friends and followers,

Another wonderful photo-challenge at mindlovemisery's menagerie a nice weblog with several challenges hosted by poetry loving people. This weekly photo challenge is hosted by Bastet. She is a great haiku-poet who is part of the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Family, which I am hosting.

This photo will not be an easy one to write a haiku about, but I have to try it of course.

What do I see? I see the ocean with several rocks or cliffs in it. On one of the rocks I see a nude female. Why is she sitting there on that rock. Will she commit suicide? She looks sad, because of the pose in which she sits. Is she awaiting someone? Is her boyfriend or husband a sailor? What is she doing, feeling, hoping ...

awaiting her lover
who lost his life at sea -
heaven awaits her

© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... see you next time.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Flowers in the snow


Dear friends,

Just a few minutes ago I visited Mindlovemisery's Menagerie to see if there was a nice Photo-Challenge. I was really surprised to see that there was a new Photo Challenge titled "flowers in the snow" and I just had to do this one.
A gorgeous photo of a beautiful rose in the snow ... it triggered me immediately and brought another haiku, which I once wrote, about Tulips in the snow, in mind.

I am confused
winter has departed
snow in april

snow in april
without hesitation flowers bloom
colors between white

colors between white 
such a strange ambiguity
for Mother Earth

for Mother Earth
no doubts at all today
I am confused

© Chèvrefeuille

Tulips in the snow
I just had to share this cascading haiku on Tulips in the snow. Several years ago it was early spring here in The Netherlands and nature was already starting to come alive again. Than suddenly, somewhere around Easter, it started to snow again, it was April than ... the Tulips in my garden were covered with snow ... such a strange sight ... Mother Earth for sure was confused, no doubt about it.

Well ... I hope you did like this post. See you next time ... Namaste.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Passing Through

Credits:lesley-oldaker@Deviant Art

Dear friends and followers,

This week's challenge for mind love misery 's menagerie is a wonderful painting by lesley-oldaker titled "Passing Through"
As I look at this painting ... it makes me sad. It looks like it's raining and people passing each other without looking at each other. They all are in a hurry to go at their home ... the rainy sphere makes me almost depressed ... and that feeling is caught already in the title of this painting "Passing Through".

There is a haiku written by Basho (1644-1694) which also has this feeling hidden in it. It's a not so well known haiku by the master:

Passing through the world
Indeed this is just
Sogi's rain shelter
© Basho (1644-1694)


What does this painted rainy and sad day bring me ... will it inspire me ... let me think it over becoming part of the scene. I feel the rain and the cold. I hear the sound of the rain and the feet of the people around me. Will there be a kind of perfume? I think so, because rain brings always a kind perfume ... the smell of wetted earth, or the sweet perfume of lavender ... I will see the people ... hurrying for home ...

Here is my attempt:

sweet perfume
mingles with the sound of rain -
a dog barks

© Chèvrefeuille


Well ... I hope you did like this post. See you next time.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Starry Night

Magpie Tales 234, Starry Night.

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz
An awesome painting to become inspired and this is what it brought to me ...

one starry night
to make that one painting -
the rustling leaves


© Chėvrefeuille

Well ... i hope you liked this haiku ... see you another time ...

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Photo Challenge #22 "seesaw"

Credits: Sarolta Ban
A new photo-challenge is "on" at mindlovemisery's menagerie hosted by Bastet. This time a gorgeous, manipulated, photo by Sarolta Ban. You can see what 'manipulated' means in this photo. Two butterflies on a seesaw. The photo is in black and white, but as I look closer to the butterflies, I think these are Monarch butterflies, very common in a big part of our planet. Here a photo in color of the Monarch butterfly.

Credits: Monarch butterfly
I have written a lot of haiku about butterflies, because I love these fragile creatures. These Monarchs are so colorful ... like a sunlit morning.

Monarchs together
playing above the fields -
children's laughter

children's laughter
resonates through the barley-fields
their new seesaw

their new seesaw
painted in black, white and orange 
like Monarchs

© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... I hope you did like this post .... see you next time ... ariverderci!


Monday, August 18, 2014

To Late for the Ferry

Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, by R.A.D. Stainforth

A wonderful photo of the Ferry which brings people to the Shetland Islands. The lake ripples in the wind and above the lake clouds are showing their white-grey colour ... it looks like it will going to storm there.
It's in balance and only a thin line of mountains between the sky and the lake. This photo is 'picked' at Magpie Tales (Mag. 233) and the goal is to write a phrase towards the photo or a poem. Well ... I am a haiku -poet so I love to share a haiku inspired on this photo.

to late for the ferry
after a steaming hot summer night
with my paramour


© Chèvrefeuille

to late for the ferry
I seek shelter in the harbour -
mid summer storm


© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... not as strong as I had hoped, but it was a joy to write/compose them. See you another time ...

Friday, August 15, 2014

My Angels

Credits: Sarolta Ban
A new Photo-Challenge at one of my favorite weblogs mindlovemisery's menagerie which I have discovered recently ... they have always a wonderful painting or photo for inspiration and I love to take up this challenge to write a poem, short story or something inspired on the photo. This time the title of this photo "Cardboard Angel" inspired me to write a haibun.

My Angels

I remember him very well, how could I ever forget him? He was the most precious what I had. We were always together and we shared almost everything. He is still around me after almost 20 years. I miss him every day ... sometimes I look at his photo on the wall just right of the TV-set ... framed in a silver frame together with my grandma and our Yorkshire terrier. All are missed ... and they all watch over me and my family.
No Cardboard Angel, but real angels ... I know for sure that he, my brother, my grandma and our Yorkshire are watching over me ... I can sense their presence in so many things ... I can feel them trying to cherish and comfort me as I am sad ... they are my angels ...

no cardboard angels
cherish and comfort me when I am sad,

... real angels do

© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... I hope you did like this post. See you next time.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

on my way home

Credits:Julie-de-Waroquier@DeviantArt 


Dear Friends and Followers,

Another wonderful piece of art came along at 'mind, love, misery's menagerie' were you can find every Sunday a awesome picture, painting or photo for inspiration.
This week it has to do with time ... If you follow my daily haiku-meme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai you certainly have seen and read my post on movement, in which time also plays a role. So I am into time already.

The painting shows us a derailed play-train and the (beautiful) legs of a female dressed in blue. What tells this painting me? As I first saw this painting I thought about the days past when i travelled by train to my work at the VU in Amsterdam, were i worked on the oncology and hematology-unit. Mostly the train was on time, but sometimes the train was to late ... well sh.. happens.

on my way home
my thoughts are running wild -
derailed train

© Chėvrefeuille

Another one, more in the 'time'-sphere:

I missed my train
snow falls softly ... tucking in the world -
she ... dressed in blue

© Chėvrefeuille

Well .... i hope you did like the read ... see you next time ...

I am a Dutch Haiku poet and host of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.