different kinds of love (haiku)

Tournesol Haibun, Haiku 2016-02-11 1 Minute

bird grabs a worm
fills nestlings’ open beaks
a mother’s love

looking up
with doe eyes
her big brother

Walking to the school dance, they giggle at the cute boys near the band stage. One has that bad boy look with tight jeans and a pack of Export-A’s at his shoulder under that white T. His liquid blues dance when she walks towards the band.

naive and trusting
he holds the small of her back
slow dancing

CDHK

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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

Published 2016-02-11

18 thoughts on “different kinds of love (haiku)”

Bastet says:

2016-02-11 at 10:37

Nice approach … 🙂

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1. Cheryl-Lynn says:
  
  2016-02-11 at 22:41
  
  I started writing the first one on the Métro and later at my break at work. I don`t seem to find time or when I do have free time, I lack inspiration.
  
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  1. Bastet says:
    
    2016-02-12 at 08:21
    
    I’m going through something similar right now. Perhaps it’s the winter doldrums .. I hope so!
    
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  2. Cheryl-Lynn says:
    
    2016-02-13 at 06:31
    
    Cara, grief visits one in many forms. Take care of yourself. Big hugs ma chère xx
    
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  3. Bastet says:
    
    2016-02-15 at 12:39
    
    True … once one overcomes the shock of the change there are then the many little adjustments.
    
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  4. Cheryl-Lynn says:
    
    2016-02-15 at 14:20
    
    The emotions like the waves of the sea…sometimes raging like a tsunami, other times breakers and crashing … the gentle rolling in between.
    
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  5. Bastet says:
    
    2016-02-15 at 19:37
    
    How nicely you’ve put it .. like a true poet my dear!
    
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  6. Cheryl-Lynn says:
    
    2016-02-15 at 21:45
    
    When I worked with children and bereavement, I found water was the best way to describe the various emotions of grief.
    
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  7. Bastet says:
    
    2016-02-16 at 06:29
    
    Yes you are right … even in Japanese/Chinese medicine grief is tied up with water.
    
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  8. Cheryl-Lynn says:
    
    2016-02-16 at 16:37
    
    Really? Now I’m curious to read more about this. I ordered the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Sunday.
    
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writersdream9 says:

2016-02-11 at 13:30

The many different shades of love. These are precious!

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1. Cheryl-Lynn says:
  
  2016-02-11 at 22:38
  
  Thanks, Carol!
  
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  1. writersdream9 says:
    
    2016-02-12 at 01:26
    
    You’re most welcome!
    
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Melinda Kucsera says:

2016-02-11 at 14:44

beautiful poems like memories of young love!

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1. Cheryl-Lynn says:
  
  2016-02-11 at 16:19
  
  Thanks, Melinda, memories makes us smile.
  
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  1. Melinda Kucsera says:
    
    2016-02-11 at 17:30
    
    You’re welcome 🙂 yes they do
    
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Chèvrefeuille says:

2016-02-12 at 01:52

That’s how I remember my “wild years” 🙂

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1. Cheryl-Lynn says:
  
  2016-02-12 at 02:09
  
  It was pretty much the era…so cool in those white cut off T`s 😉
  
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