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
life cycles
mystic blossoms
in spring
summer’s harvest
hectic bees and butterflies
sweetness of fruits
busy season
merits time to rest,
shedding life
shutting down
storing picnic baskets
summer chalets close
summer love affairs
lovers kiss goodbye
bleeding hearts’ll heal
shedding life
fallen leaves of vibrant hues
autumn’s undress
peeling limbs
branches shedding leaves
nature’s runner
rustic colours
amber, yellow –
fall’s last performance
© 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
With only 24 hours of free rides up in the sky, I choose India. I’d get to a little fishing village in Kerala, India and stay at Amritapuri Ashram with Amma (Mata Amritanandamayi) and her devotees.
under autumn leaves
dreams of flying far away
home of Krishna
home of Krishna
fishing village by the sea
Amma sings
Amma sings
even snakes bow in honour
petals on her feet
© Tournesol ’15
lacklustre fence
along the railway tracks
nature takes pity
natural beauty spills over
autumn leaves adorn
© Tournesol ’15
school bell rings and children smile
on their bikes they ride a mile
stranger lurks around corners
That’s when blood shoots through my veins
on a bus some students hop
dropping close, at a bus stop
stranger’s car stalks close to corners
That’s when blood shoots through my veins
at the same place every day
bus stops, kids go on their way
stranger’s car drives from that corner
That’s when blood shoots through my veins
stranger stops beside a child
asks directions, lies so wild!
child approaches warily
That’s when blood shoots through my veins!
child is trusting and so kind
helping is what’s on his mind,
ruthless stranger smiles inside
That’s when blood shoots through my veins!
a lady comes near the boy
gathers time, she must deploy
Shouting Run Run Run!! to the boy
That’s when blood shoots through my veins!
taking off like a bullet
safely home boy gets to it
screeching tires, stranger flees
That’s when blood shoots through my veins!
deviants roam
innocent prey, they search
stranger danger
stranger danger
warning rhyme of chilling threats
beware of strangers
© Tournesol ’15
inner turmoil
deafening – rapids roar
seagulls squeal
inner turmoil
charging waves swell with passion
into waters, spill
deafening – rapids roar
echoes of my rumbling soul
searching inner peace
seagulls squeal
harmonize, my soul’s refrain
puffs over current
OctPoWriMo – 9 How the elements affect me – water – By the river rapids, I feel all stress dissipate slowly dripping into the water, flowing with the current.
The Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
This was not easy but I decided to try the acrostic haiku and with it I am using my nom de plume as my guide, ending with the resting place of my mother most recently.
sunflower bursts
unleash blossoms in autumn
nearing winter
flowers bedding
lay down during wintry months
open just in spring
weeping willows
everlasting asylum,
retreat for deceased
© Tournesol ’15
MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity. Kahlil Gibran
In her youth she had many plants in her home. Begonias, African violets, dieffenbachias, spider plants, cactus and ivies. Oh! how she loved them! Those years trying to have children, she treated each one like her baby. Each plant had different needs… watered once a week, some twice, some once a month. All had their special personality, some shied from the sun, others rose with the sun and her prayer plant that folded at night reminding her always to say her prayers before going to sleep. Now she had her mother and this plant to remind her.
One year she adopted a beautiful fern that she kept in her bedroom where it was cooler and visitors might not rub on it. And then, she had babies which took up all her attention. Most of her plants left for foster homes.
Her family moved to a home in the country, where there was room to run and play and plant a huge vegetable garden. She planted marigolds around the vegetables to protect them from unwanted visitors and petunias and begonias in the front flower bed.
That was long ago. She’s moved since then; the children grew up and left. She and her cat look out at her humble herb garden and a mother-in-law tongue sits in the dining room. Now the plant serves her, wagging its tongue and purifies the air.
flowers blossom,
spreading their leaves
until the sun sets
© Tournesol’15
light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn
© Chèvrefeuille
halo reflecting earth
young loves swoon in heaven’s glow
even robins sing
through the window
the old man snores
teens walk home hand in hand
muffling innocent giggles
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 