Poetry ~ Waka
peering out
sees golden glow
on blue canvas
time to wash the windows
shed all winter’s grime
giggles
laughing with glee
made the window squeal
peering out
the grass is definitely
greener
who the heck needs a tele?!
nature bids the perfect show
(c) Tournesol’16-05-06
Daily Moments May 6 2016
l’arrivée du printemps
l’étourneau trouve son logis
bourgeonnes de l’arbre donne de l’espoir
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
enter spring
a starling finds his flat
tree buds give hope
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
day’s end in glory
last show in living colour
duck quacks delight
© Tournesol ’16/04/29
Written for, Bastet’s Monday Haiga.
The artist was excited as she hung her last canvas for her vernissage at the local public library. She was always impressed at the amount of people who showed up on weekends, rain or shine for these humble viewings. Under each canvas she went around to tape on the wall a haiku her niece sister had written , adding subtle and thoughtful meaning to her art.
light of day fades
fragmented promises
slip away
light of day fades
thoughts that once, seemed important
seem to disappear
fragmented promises
never had
the time of day
slip away
unfulfilled promises
just can’t turn back time
©Tournesol’16/04/26
Blogging from A to Z Challenge
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
laying to rest
near the weeping willows
flowers for Mother
laying to rest
assortment of colours
adorn her domain
near the weeping willows
coming to life again
this spring day
flowers for Mother
Sunday’s best
this morning
© Tournesol ’16/04/25
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
She had rented a car for the weekend. Rather than get her usual economical car like a Hyundai Accent or Nissan Versa, the manager offered her a Fiat because she mentioned how she missed her old Renaud V and this was about the same size. But, the Fiat was rented already and he offered her the VW Beetle. She thought of the first car her sister drove in the early ‘70’s. Yep, they had had good times in that are driving in snowstorms to go shopping or get to a hairdresser’s appointment in a town 30 km away. She remembers fondly a photo she has of her sister and nephew in front of the dark blue VW Beetle with a lime green flower painted on the front hood. Yes those were the days of flower power.
Three hours before returning the car, she drove to a mall to look for running shoes, but with her large feet she could not find anything that fit comfortably. She stopped at a florist and picked a bright orange flower and added green flora and leaves since it was her mother’s favourite colour. She looked at the arrangement and was pleased with the finished product until she arrived at the cemetery and saw such beautiful flora arrangements. She made a mental note to choose larger flowers. Mom would have liked to stand out more.
She went to fetch water to pour into the vase, hoping the flowers would remain beautiful for a week or two. On Mother’s day, she thought out loud, she would rent a car again and bring her a lovely arrangement.
As she placed the flowers in the vase over the gravesite, she noticed one green flower kept pointing towards the highway away from the front. She chuckled at that thinking that her mom was probably giving her a message. She had chosen this plot facing the highway going towards her favourite shopping mall. Her mother DID love to shop until we all dropped and she was still going.
Maybe it was the sunny day or all the beautiful flowers at different gravesites, but she felt sadder than other times she had been in the other visits here.
filled with budding love
empty heart
missing her mama
filled with budding love
green petals
her favourite colour
empty heart
one day they will meet
fulfilled shall she be
missing her mama
loving was second nature
‘til death shall she feel
© Tournesol’16/04/24Na
NaPoWriMo’16/04/24
S is for sunflower
Sunflowers are happy, vibrant and very tenacious flowers. Her favourite flower is really the daisy but she is not as keen with the French translation,” marguerite”, and so she chose sunflower to be her nom-de-plume, hence, Tournesol. C’est vraiment plus joli comme nom, n’est-ce pas?*
The blossom later in the season but what is so wonderful, is seeing is blooming late summer beginning of autumn and even in mid November, she has seen the same sunflowers on her walk to work, stand strong and proud growing from the concrete just off rue St-Denis in Montreal.
September blossoms
hope of eternal colours
the first snowfall
© Tournesol ‘16/04/22
*It’s really a much prettier name, isn’t it?
The Great Spirit works in mysterious ways, like when I felt a homeless person at the Métro Laurier made me think…maybe, just maybe it was Amma checking to see if I would be more giving. I hightailed back inside the station to give money to that man.
Years ago when I had just moved to a city far from my hometown, I had just left my daughter at the bus terminal and was walking down Yonge Street which is a bit like Ste-Catherine in Montreal. I already missed my family and walking down the street I had not realised that tears were running down my cheeks. A homeless man standing at his “station for the night” in front of a retired theatre shouted out to me, “Hey, Lady, smile, nothing can be that bad.” I turned around and saw this toothless man, smiling and waved acknowledgement to that kind man. That man who had so little, was encouraging ME.
Tonight I heard about a young boy who passed way beyond his years.A volunteer counsellor accompanied him onto his journey…towards the light. I wonder if the Great Spirit planned this journey at a time the full moon shone on his path. An angel was born, I thought to myself. So many stars are not seen by the naked eye and yet I knew…
Thankfully, the Great Spirit places angels on this earth for a reason, those two homeless men and the volunteer counsellor.
angelic and pure
life goes on
look! a mourning star
angelic and pure
innocence
heaven’s open arms
life goes on
in another world
afterlife
look, a mourning star
please don’t cry
pain-free at last
© Tournesol ’16/04/21
through abandoned parks
in the night
the moon by her side
through abandoned parks
by herself
but never alone
in the night
communicates with
the full moon
the moon by her side
guiding light
opens unturned paths
©Tournesol’16/04/20
I started off by writing a loon (5-3-5) but then decided to build on that with a troiku; so one haiku is (3-5-3).
I wrote this as an extra L is for Leave and interestingly, there are many meanings…
totally absorbed
child twirls his shoelaces
shouts “leave me alone”
shouts “leave me alone”
trying for the third time
sighing – mommy smiles
****
mix of leaves
gold, amber and red
carpets the front lawn
****
GrandMaman squints
shoulders hunched over
reading my tea leaves
reading my tea leaves
heart glows with hope
promise of a child
promise of a child
reality blossoms one day
takes a leave of absence
takes a leave of absence
unknown return to work date
savouring her new role
© Tournesol’16/04/14
Daily Moments April 14 2014 Leave (Haiku)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 