frightful dreams
whispers in the night
grim reaper
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grim reaper
holding the hourglass
trickles the sand
© Tournesol ’14/12/01
trickle of the sand (haiga)
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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
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Oh wow, I like this moody piece.
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Thanks! 😉
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I love this, and so admire your talent for knowing when to stop (I tend to want to go on…); a great poet knows when the piece is finished.
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Well now the fact that a nightmare of death woke me up and I wrote to defuse on my other blog first with 2 poems…I had time to vent before 🙂
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Good point. Nightmares of death are so strange–I don’t have them often.
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This is so wonderful. Death and sorrow tend to be recurring themes in my work. This one just sums everything up in a powerful one-two punch.
Thank you for visiting me at openmindedsearchfortruth.blogspot.com and for your meaningful comment. 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words, holding vigil with mom who is struggling right now.
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