lakeside stroll
ripples’ soft refrain
wild flowers sing
washing the road with hope
springtime revival
©Tournesol’17/05/15
hope (tanka)
Category: Photography
Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed day (Troibun)
Awakening to the bright sunshine allowed her to take this to mean it would be a hopeful day. Finally a pleasant spring day in May, compared to the cool damp day the days before.
sun shining
belated sprouts triumph
luminosity
sun shining
glowing
with good intentions
belated sprouts triumph
respecting delicate ties
reborn again
luminosity
building strength
weathering storms
As she walked out the door to catch her bus, the sky was overcast. Slightly disappointed, she sighed and checked her mailbox and a glow of sunshine reappeared.
avid reader smiles
a poet, writer…
long distance friend
turning to the first page
she takes a deep breath
Whispering the first line… “Don’t forget to breathe”. BLUR, by Sreejit Poole, 2016
©Tournesol;’17/05/12
Blur by Sreejit Poole, 2016 – Amazon – Canada – Amazon – USA
Sreejit Poole is also a poet and blogger you can visit at TheSeekersDungeon
Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed days (Troibun)
love blossoms – Daily Moments – May 7 2017 (Troibun)
© Clr ‘ Rougemont apple blossoms
© Clr ‘ Rougemont apple blossoms
© Clr ‘ Rougemont apple blossoms
The three women walked along the riverside reminiscing of times passed. Approaching an old vegetable garden two of them, scrunched up their noses at the putrid scent. The eldest seemed not to notice the stench and paused looking at a crow cawing on a branch.
graced by a presence
drawn by sweet fragrance
trust and compassion
graced by a presence
divine intervention
a mother’s love
drawn by sweet fragrance
budding promise
faith, hope and love
trust and compassion
if only the world knew
their blessed bouquet
Walking towards her children, one woman contemplated for a long moment. Inhaling a deep belly breath, she paused and felt a spasm in her chest as if her heart was bursting at the seams.
pink and white buds
begging share to their love
apple blossoms
©Tournesol’17/05/07
Daily Moments Troibun May 7 2017 love blossoms
bliss… frozen in time (troibun)
Walking through the thicket, the woman stops a moment to admire wild daisies. It is mid-day and the sun is commanding nature to acquiesce to her splendid rays. Birds perched in the shade of their home are silent as they embrace their afternoon siesta except for a few chirps from fledglings resisting their nap. And then, the concert begins…from tree to tree sopranos tell their story while another group sing the refrain…piercing sounds mesmerize and finally the last of the fledglings give in to their lullaby.
spellbound
cicadas take centre stage
nature listens
The woman crouches slowly, taking a picture of her subjects; she smiles at the effect the soft wind has on the flowers. It appears the daisies are waving and smiling with their golden centres boasting towards the sun. And then, she freezes…
blue butterfly
perpetual trace
on her cheek
blue butterfly
on tender petals
wings unfold
perpetual trace
sounds of summer
of her youth
on her cheek
fluttering wings,
still caress
©Tournesol’17/04/29
At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, our host and mentor, Chèvrefeuille gives us a spiritual meme where we can choose among four photographs for our inspiration. They are A young mountain monk, Laughter, Time Flies and Tranquility. The image of a clock depicting how time flies is what inspired my haibun/troibun but more than just time flies…how a split second experience can imprint forever in my mind. The blue butterfly visited me from April to November, 2015 following the death of my mother December 2014. I have never seen such a constant presence as this beauty before or after. I know, deep down, she was helping me in my grief.
And now the memory of my experience with the blue butterfly brings me such joy…
I feel such laughter in my heart, imagining the daisies also chortling…like the monks in the photo our host has given us. By the time I had completed the troiku(a new form of haiku created also by Chèvrefeuille), I felt my whole being washed with a sense of tranquilty. So, I suppose I was influenced by all four photos and left with a lingering sense of wellbeing.
Perhaps I was also the young monk from the mountain observing the memories of my youth…my mother and the blue butterfly.
Daily Moments Apr 21-17 – Quiet of day (haibun)
That time of day where words are not required…silence carries a life of its own. The homeless man whose weary feet, too heavy to continue, marks a spot to rest an hour or five. The rush hour street car groans its morning tune…his lullaby.
Heros of the night who keep watch for those where pain and suffering visit at two in the morning..nursing homes, hospitals, police stations, helplines…winding down their long day seeing flashes of their comfy bed mingled with the trauma they just witnessed. No words…just thoughts, visions…turning into a steady hum.
Stray cats seek a dry abode, giving chirping critters the eye that says it all. Birds chant their morning praise, feeling lucky to be alive… singing melodies of joy, hoping to see that worm raise its lovely head…
Bakeries and coffee shops are already ready to help mankind jump-start the day.
Mornings are such a foreign thing to her. So, this is how the other half lives …some starting their day and others winding down. She, falls in between …feels as if she is always trying to catch up…
Hear the silent hum
Melodies
Brew at dawn
(c)Tournesol’17-04-21
child’s play (senryu)
playing outdoors
giggling at grasshoppers
tickling their hands
tickling their hands
dandelions for Mommy
beaming with love
©Tournesol’17/03/27
springtime dreams ~ Daily Moments 17/03/25
first spring weekend
blustery winds proclaim the new
season’s grand entrance
winter hangs on tirelessly
snowflakes on my cheek
dreaming of cycling
trails along the river
snow covered bike
©Tournesol’17/03/25
Daily moments springtime dreams (soliloquy no renga)
March 25, 2017
cat’s eyes (troibun)
Which tree will the hummingbird choose this year, she wonders, looking out the window from her dining room. Rocking in her old maple chair, the constant groan is weighing on her eyelids. Suddenly, eyes widen as a bird sets on her balcony.
starling sings her song
dawn of spring
cat’s eyes follow
starling sings her song
pre-season rehearsal
practice makes perfect
dawn of spring
sun melts snow
earth finally revealed
cat’s eyes follow
on the windowsill
sleepy fly stirs
©Tournesol’17/03/20
Written for:
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserys Menagerie
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in their eyes (Haiga)
spirits warmed
despite arctic winds
light of the full moon
(c) Tournesol’17
Haiku Horizons – Light
thanking her (senryu) Daily Moments March 8 2017
Tossing and turning her thoughts kept her up. She finally gave in and started writing her thoughts. Today was International Women’s Day and although she often jokes that it is the world getting prepared to wish her Happy Birthday the following day, it means a lot to her. She thought of her mother, her grandmother, her teachers and amazing women who taught her so much. And started writing this…
SHE taught me so much and more…
SHE taught me so much!
she taught me that crying for help
someone would be there always
she taught me touching and hugging
makes it [almost] all go away
she taught me a smile
will get me so much more
and a polite thank you too
she taught me fashion
from head to toe, and that
beauty at any age
must never be rationed
she taught me to read and write
and with so much patience
to read the words ever slowly
that told so many stories
she encouraged me to tell
the stories of those who could not speak
to trust in my pen
and write forgotten tales
she taught me to laugh out loud
flaunt my senseless essence
but also to know when to be quiet
when conflict was present
she taught me to believe
in myself and that would take me far
she taught me love can be beautiful
if only I loved myself more by far
she taught me the gift of giving
and how it returned with so much more
she taught me that killing one with kindness
was better than fighting any day
she taught me to see those who suffer
but not with my eyes
to hear with my heart
and care with my soul
she taught me to be strong
because women
have always carried burdens
for eons of time
she taught me the shadow
at times is a safer place to lead
to model what most speak
is learned so much more
she taught me never to give up
to learn each and every day
was like prevention
chasing the demons away
she taught me chubby or skinny
are women’s distinct beauty
in all different shapes
she taught me to pray
and believe
and never lose hope
if ever I went astray
the Great Spirit was there
she taught me diligence
and hard work
the fuel in meeting my goals
that the journey takes paths
different for each and everyone
she taught me the darkness
was a sign to stop and rest
to lick my old wounds
and heal in good time
the sun would appear
when my scars would form
each and every one
who have touched me
along the way have taught me!
that I am woman, and yes,
I am different than man
and so very much more
and proud to be woman!
(c) Clr ‘157Amma, Mom, GrandMaman
not a day goes by
looking up at the sky – without
thanking her
©Tournesol’17/03/08
Daily Moments March 8 2017 – Thanking her
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