Poetry ~ Waka
(troiku)
early morning start
Monday in the city
people watching
early morning start
unaccustomed
autumn dark skies
Monday in the city
rush hour push and shove
coins drop in tin cup
people watching
one by one they shuffle by
empty cups in hand
©Tournesol’17/12/03
day after day
waiting
still – no sunrise
day after day
Time passes
without me
waiting
under the weeping willow
shadows mocking
still – no sunrise
Mother Earth can’t even rescue
she’s stopped spinning
Daily moments – Nigh reflections November 25/17
five o’clock shadows
hasty dusk settles
all day long
five o’clock shadows
greyness fills the soul
sullen shroud
hasty dusk settles
hiding any hope
melancholy rains
all day long
life without promise
haunting season’s end
©Tournesol’17/11/13
Written for MicroPoetry Month #13 – Daily Moments. Looking outside all I saw was grey and took a photo…the photo does not seem as grey as the day actually.
Autumn entails hard work for those who own homes especially with gardens. It is a time where leftover vegetables and dead leaves blend with garden soil…getting the land ready for a long slumber under snow covered grounds. Grownups are busy with garden tools and raking leaves in tall mounds.
midday break
resting on a nest of leaves
scent of autumn
midday break
crunch of Mackintosh
by the maple tree
resting on a nest of leaves
grandson helps her up
failing knees accept
scent of autumn
marigolds slip in
summer’s remains
©Tournesol’17/10/07
Written for http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1265-perfume.html
on the river
lights float to the horizon
the dead rejoice © Basho
on the river
rapids roar
listen to their tales
lights float to the horizon
a hundred white sales
a cortege
the dead rejoice
even the children celebrate
All Hollows’ Eve
©Tournesol’17/09/24
on the credenza
the images of ancestors
lighted by a candle
© Chèvrefeuille
on the credenza
painted on porcelain
our coat of arms
the images of ancestors
reminding me
who I am
lighted by a candle
thirteen tea lights glow
GrandMaman’s birthday
©Tournesol’17/09/24
amber leaves
on my balcony
colour my world
amber leaves
on a muddy path
turn to mulch
on my balcony
last butterfly
says goodbye
colour my world
one leaf pressed
in my journal
©Tournesol’17/09/24
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
Emma had been walking for hours in the dank chilly night. She had set out to walk off some steam but now her rain boots felt more like they were filled with lead. So much tension had been building over the years and now she felt she just might collapse. There was no way she could diffuse all those years of grief to trickle in a safe way. “No,” she thought to herself, “I just might hurt someone with this pent up misery.”
She found herself in front of her old church, she had not seen in decades …probably for her grandmother’s funeral. Crossing the street, she felt the rain start to pour, and blending with her tears.
Leaning over the railing, the roar of the current was impressive. Would her faith be strong enough to hold her back?
embracing cascades
spilling into dark waters,
releasing her despair
©Tournesol’17/09/14
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
148 words
daisy of passion
surrendering sweet nectar
hummingbird’s bliss
daisy of passion
dancing in the wind
free spirited
surrendering sweet nectar
giving is more pleasing
unconditional
hummingbird’s bliss
symbiosis in nature
pure intimacy
©Tournesol’17/09/11
I received artwork today from a friend and one carving spoke to my muse.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 