
through my window,
day moves from dawn to dusk
how quenched am I
© Tournesol ’15
OctPoWriMo #23
Poetry ~ Waka

overwhelmed
nature’s boasting colours
nature’s beauty
nature’s beauty
wrapped in fall’s duvet
autumn’s dress
autumn’s dress
summer loves exposed
barren limbs
barren limbs
shiver in autumn’s breeze
wait for winter’s coat
© Tournesol ’15

music feeds the soul and moves the body
instigating spells on her existence
rhythm and blues sink into her essence
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom
searching in all the wrong places for release
it’s always been there, free for the taking
cannot be purchased in stores or on-line
music feeds the soul and moves the body
she was in limbo for too many years
fighting urges to act impulsively
until she explored deep into her soul
instigating spells on her existence
she found herself one lonely afternoon
taking out her old turntable she played
Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson
rhythm and blues sink into her essence
it felt like being possessed by these tunes
her body moved mindlessly and freely
swayed to Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom
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A Cascade reminds me a bit of a Troiku, so I also added the sense of “freedom” one gets from dancing to being midst nature and all its beauty with a Troiku.
(Haibun – troiku)

Nature offers such freedom that dance does liberating the soul, reacquainting with one’s inner child and admiring as if seeing for the first time. Before such liberation, one walks around with jaded lenses. What a joy to “see” again the vibrant colours and experiences of each season.
nature’s charm
grace of a butterfly
golden blossoms sigh
nature’s charm
seduced the lonely woman
long last – awakened
grace of a butterfly
tickled the child within
made her gasp
golden blossoms sigh
daisies coo – Pick Me, Pick Me
tranquil bliss
© Tournesol ’15
OctPoWriMo #17
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ― Rumi
lacklustre fence
along the railway tracks
nature takes pity
natural beauty spills over
autumn leaves adorn
© Tournesol ’15
Mesmerized by nature’s evening performance, she sighs and falls imto a sea pf peaceful tranquilty.
drowns in colours
gold dips beneath the skyline
wrapped in magenta
© Tournesol ’15