Published by Tournesol
A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
View all posts by Tournesol
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Wonderful set Cheryl! The second stanza is telling. One often may not realize how the trees take it. Food for thought!
Hank
LikeLike
Thanks…we can feel stripped of our pride and hurt heart like a tree
LikeLike
Enjoyed your poems.
LikeLike
Thanks so much, Dolores,for visiting and take the time to comment:)
LikeLike
The squirrel on the wire vs. naked tree — very striking —-
[hugs]
LikeLike
Thanks, hon, I know I had a photo of that somewhere (sigh) but had to choose the naked tree…I should add a renga…but I’m not really supposed to
stripped of every ounce of pride
forsaken, like rotting leaves
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many times I haven’t done what I was supposed to do — just do what your heart tells you to do – you won’t find our host shaking a scolding finger at you. 🙂
fruitful and fertile
there is hope in the scent
rising in autumn
stronger in the next chapter
written in red, gold, and brown
LikeLike
Lovely, but truth be told the next chapter was a disaster..haha
LikeLike
Uh oh. Well ….. nothing ventured? o.O
LikeLike
Very neatly done, the honking sound, like a foghorn, lonrly, yes, but the squirrel on the wire – so strong, and the barren branches so true.
LikeLike
Thanks so much…yes a bunch of foghorns! I am always in awe seeing squirrels fun across their “tightrope” without getting electrocuted.
LikeLike
This is excellent – I come away infected with utter bleakness and I like it, like that these words have the power to do that to me – particular volumes are spoken to me in the second and third haikus – the photo is perfect.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much!! such lovely words that have made my day. I love that tree in all seasons, it is what I see in my dining room window:)
LikeLike
This is darkness in haiku.. i love that.. we should write about loss more.
LikeLike
Thank you! I was led to believe that haiku is supposed to be pleasant or happy but life is not like that and when I read about Basho…he went years carrying melancholy…I think if one is true to self, it needs to painted real
LikeLike
A nice trio Cheryl … your 2nd haiku is a gem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Something about a squirrel on a wire:) I was tempted to write about a crow but I never did like them much but I love squirrels.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The sparsity of words really complements what you are saying – beautifully i may add!
LikeLike
Thanks so much for your kind words; it is certainly a form that fosters “less is best” {grins}
LikeLike
that’s a great series — like the squirrels and the naked tree
LikeLike
Grazie, cara:) glad you liked them!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike