Poetry ~ Waka
Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light.
below them
silence of city streets
screamed with loneliness
the dark streets beckoned
warmer hearts
and fuller bellies
with crimson light
feigning love and musky scents
to pay the rent
(c) Tournesol’17/11/24
First Line Friday at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
sunflowers
smiling at the sky
standing at attention
sunflowers
waving
at the harvest moon
smiling at the sky
praying for a miracle
moonbeams heed
standing at attention
home for Thanksgiving
man on the moon
©Tournesol’17/10/12
How could I not write something about les tournesols (sunflowers)! We are asked to write a poem or story inspired by the above photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Photo Challenge 184
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
*Reference for Thanksgiving is for our Canadian Thanksgiving on October 9th.
Saying goodbye can be so painful and that is what she did at the train station this evening. Idle chatter filled their last hour sitting on the platform waiting for the train. When the whistle blew, LAST CALL…they both stopped talking. They stared at each other for the longest two minutes without exchanging one word. Their eyes searched into each other’s soul, trying to transcribe those heavy thoughts. Their eyes swam in painful puddles…tears rolling down their cheeks…still, not a word.
The train’s engine started up and they simply hugged each other tightly for a brief moment and he picked up his valise and turned towards the train, never looking back.
Rather than take a cab home, she decided to walk the 10 kilometre passage on foot.
piercing emptiness
tearing at her heart
tears spill from heaven
©Tournesol’147/08/29
Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Photo Challenge
puffs of crinolines
rolling onto sandy shore
boisterous applause
puffs of crinolines
petticoats dancing
nautical performance
rolling onto sandy shore
foaming with a purpose
purifying
boisterous applause
day’s end in exaltation
seagulls praise
©Tournesol’17/08/12
The Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
Inspired by this photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
At Heeding haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie, our host asks us to write a haibun (prose with a haiku or tanka) inspired by the sculpture below. I looked up the artist, Matteo Pugliese and discovered the name of this piece is La Promessa…
I discovered a new form of poetry last month called The Cherita at Celestine’s blog Reading Pleasure, a gifted Haiku poetess; the Cherita was created by al li. Rather than using prose, I am telling my story with two Cherita followed by a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. I name my haibun a troibun since troiku is the core.
The hidden promise (Troibun)
aggravation started bubbling unexpectedly
all those hopes and fantasies
never seeing the dawn of day
sadness and self-pity
wrapped inside a duvet
used to comfort her
pointing fingers and blaming life is so less painful
staying up late at night
wishing upon a star
waking up dismayed
feeding on crestfallen
crunching on uncertainty
©Tournesol’17/08/05
captive
all those years – stalling
prisoner of self-doubt
captive
wall of hidden truths
fooled to feel helpless
all those years –stalling
that prince of fairy tales
held inside a web
prisoner of self-doubt
unrequited promises
trapped inside her soul
©Tournesol’17/08/05
fresh fallen snow
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
more yellowish
(C) Chèvrefeuille
fresh fallen snow
angel dust on eyelashes
child squeals with delight
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
mindful of a season’s end
sunny smile will fade
more yellowish
autumn whispers au revoir
on a white backdrop
©Tournesol’17/05/11
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
misunderstood
viewed as a weed struck down
despite golden hues
tenacious flora springs back
resilient dandelion
©Tournesol’16/07/02
“ Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” Confucius
filled with life’s promise
fluttering butterfly rests,
suckling sweet nectar
©Clr’16/06/01
Daily Moments first butterfly June 1 2016
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
She thought about her speech she was chosen to give for her group. Her spiritual advisor had chosen her to give her confidence and believe in herself after working for months on her spiritual growth. She had scrunched up dozens of paper already, never satisfied with her words. She closed her eyes and repeated her mantra which usually helped to calm her mind and then like magic, her muse took over.
“I hope to convey my learnings these past months where I have searched deep inside of my soul and am pleased to have found my true self.
I exist because I am who I am
I desire enlightenment
at this stage of my life
I hope to gain insights
as I continue to search my soul
I do believe there is a higher consciousness
and trust my Higher Power will guide me
I shall let go and let myself be
in the hands of The Great Spirit,
Whom I love
and now,
I am prepared
to receive His love and blessings.
through muddied waters
against forces of nature
a lotus blossoms
©Tournesol’16/05/28
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
(182 words)
suckling sweet nectar
enters autumn like a snail –
bees and butterflies
© Tournesol ’15
Better late than never…I don’t reread my old posts, so trying to find one of my best haiku was not an easy feat. But I do remember enjoying writing my haiga last September during 30 Days of Haiga. Here is a haiga I chose because it is a moment I treasure, seeing butterlies and blossoms late in the season…in autumn.
here is my rewrite:
bees and butterflies
refusing to retire
sweet bedtime snack
©Tournesol’16/05/24
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
Tournesol dans un Jardin 