Author: 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

taste bud’s delight (free verse – Haiku)

Sipping ice tea
with a zest of lemon
sweetened lightly
with a drop of honey
softens the tangy
taste on her tongue

Some things need only
lips brushed softly
tasting the sweetness
of A baby’s bum

Dollops dropped
of boiling maple syrup
on a bed of snow
turning nanas
into a little girl
laughing, dancing
fancy-free
drawing her into
her happy place

coffee too bitter
to an innocent child
still needing time
to taste the world
with sweet melons
tart apples and chewy
fiddleheads
now aging in time
to appreciate and slurp
roasted java to her taste
sending aromatic
pleasure to her delicate nose!

a broken heart
or a wounded soul
certainly do taste
like sour grapes
hidden in sorrow
mended with care
tea sweetened by the hand
of a loyalSipping ice tea
with a zest of lemon
Sweetened lightly
with a drop of honey
Softens the tangy
Taste on her tongue

Some things need only
Lips brushed softly
Tasting the sweetness
Of A baby’s bum

Dollops dropped
Of boiling maple syrup
On a bed of snow
Turning nanas
Into a little girl
Laughing, dancing
Fancifree
Drawing her into
Her happy place

Bitterness of coffee
To an innocent child
Still needing time
To taste the world
And then be enticed
By aromas of Sipping ice tea
with a zest of lemon
Sweetened lightly
with a drop of honey
Softens the tangy
Taste on her tongue

Some things need only
Lips brushed softly
Tasting the sweetness
Of A baby’s bum

Dollops dropped
Of boiling maple syrup
On a bed of snow
Turning nanas
Into a little girl
Laughing, dancing
Fancifree
Drawing her into
Her happy place

Bitterness of coffee
To an innocent child
Still needing time
To taste the world
And then be enticed
By aromas of loyal friend
yet late at night
alone in her bed
his taste still lingers
on wanting lips.

sweet smelling rose
silken petals
softens the heart

©Tournesol’17/04/07

Written for Tale Weaver at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie on Taste

early performance (troibun)

Awakened by the silence, she sits in darkness looking out her beach house window. Anticipation quickens as nature begins its daily performance…

(troiku)

the early bird thinks
time to catch
the sleepy worm

the early bird thinks
feeding her fledglings
before sunrise

time to catch
gulls keep with the rhythm
fish caught in the waves

the sleepy worm
floats in despair, falling prey
to fowl play

©Tournesol’17/04/05

The Weekly writing prompt at The Secret Keeper

spring gifts haibun Daily Moments April 4 2017

April showers seem so adorable in children’s books with poems and chants that rhyme as children skip to school. In the city, it means cleansing of streets, playgrounds and lawns. However, some may look at their back yard with dismay

lawns deflowered
fragrant tokens
for his master

©Tournesol’17/04/04

spring gifts haibun Daily Moments April 4 2017

waiting for blossoms (troiku)

plum blossom scent –
when I open my paper door
a bright moon

And two which I created in the past:
red plum blooming
while the last snow is melting –
finally Spring

the shivering cold
creeps into my old skeleton –
white plum blossoms

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeille.

the old plum tree
outside my bedroom window
pending spring

the old plum tree
memories of scented blossoms
awakens me

outside my bedroom window
swallows’ chorus
morning serenade

pending spring
some things are worth waiting
May’s fragrant promiise

©Tournesol’17/04/02

Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Pearls of wisdom (haibun)

It was midnight when she walked home, taking the shortcut behind the counselling centre. A cool soft mist felt good on her face. No moon to light up her path, she tread carefully, stumbling over tree trumps and fallen branches from the long winter that had finally passed. As she reached the street, she noticed the street lights were out and blackness shielded her way.

Suddenly, there was loud crack in the sky. She counted “One thousand and one, one thous…” the sky lit up telling her the lightening was fairly close. Grandmaman always said, “Si tu es en vélo ou tu as des semelles en caoutchouc l’éclair ne te touchera pas.” Well, now, who could argue with Grandmaman! For once she was happy to be wearing her Hunter boots she had just purchased. It was a frivolous expense but the money was a present for her milestone birthday.

Now the rain began to pour and she knew running would not stop her from getting soaked, so she walked at a slow pace, lifting her face to the sky letting the raindrops cleanse her weariness.

treading through darkness
allowing thoughts to simmer
draped in its safety

Faces of youths flashed in her mind, their voices expressing their pain. Sadness, confusion and hopelessness proclaiming their needs turning into a cacophony until all she could decipher was a steady rumble.

Another crack erupted from the sky and turned into an explosion of lights. Just as she was entering the Métro, she sighed…who knew?

nature takes its course
granting ever so wisely,
what we need

Like thousands of empty shells until you find a pearl of enlightenment, darkness can be your friend.

©Tournesol’17/03/30