Poetry ~ Waka
Cold snap since last year
Persistent
Adding fresh snow
Cold snap since last year
Keeping the country captive
Prisoners of our homes
Persistent
Prayers for the bitter
Compassion comes first
Adding fresh show
Adorning
the cedar hedge
(c) Tournesol’18-01-03
Living in the past
Drudging old wounds
Healed a long time ago
Trying to make pain last
Living in the past
Choices some will make
Bitter and resentful
Controls their every move
Living in the past
Makes them prisoners
Of their own decisions
Trying to make pain last
Living in their past
Avenging all their lives
Masked and sugar coated
Happy with glee
Seeing others suffer
Pretending that they care
We all know where they fare
Always living in the past
Avenging their healed scars
Masking their resentment
In passive-aggressive moves
prisoner of their bitterness
Ignoring their mental health
Living in the past
Drudging old wounds
Healed a long time ago
Trying to make pain last
Hurtful memories
All forgotten starting fresh
Living mindfully
(c) Tournesol’17-01-03
After snowstorms
brisk walks on fresh fallen snow
Renewed peace
After snowstorms
rumbling
Of snow ploughs
Brisk walks on fresh fallen snow
Fluffy and white
Like icing sugar
Renewed peace
Lying on their backs
Making snow angels
(c)Tournesol’17-12-27
man dressed in red
pleading with his bell
fish bowl by his side
man dressed in red
arms filled with parcels
people passing by
pleading with his bell
shouting “’tis the season”
empty bellies wait
fish bowl by his side
prays for silent gifts
not the clink of coins
©Tournesol’17/12/10
Haiku Horizons “Silence”
summer breeze
through the window
quivering blossoms
summer breeze
rustling leaves
muffling moans
through the window
nature procreates
caterwauls
quivering blossoms
stems gyrate with the wind
pure delight
©Tournesol ‘17/11/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Breeze
morning glory
garden graced with diamonds
winking at me
morning glory
sunbeams
on my window
garden graced with diamonds
touching every gently
ice melts in my hand
winking at me
follows me home safely
man on the moon
©Tournesol’17/11/08
This is a troiku, a new form of haiku created by Chevreveuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai Written for HaikuHorizons: Ice
cobwebs hang on doors
everyone plays “dress-up”,
shouting, “trick or treat!
old lady wringing her hands
“well, now my little pretties!”
Dracula next door
handing out bags of treats
children grab and run
©Tournesol’17/10/30
taking their leave
marveling at the clouds
castles in the sky
taking their leave
an autumn ritual
falling into place
marvelling at the clouds
universal convention
gods united
castles in the sky
angels celebrating
all hallows’s Day
©Tournesol’17/10/25
Written for Haiku Horizons’prompt: castle
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
ghostly shadows
hanging mockingly
autumn mist
autumn mist
swaddling trees in nature’s arms
shields their nakedness
©Tournesol`17/10/13
Written for Haiku Horizons: mist and Carpe Diem Haiku kai “Nakedness”
They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.
And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.
After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.
by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by
by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins
sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday
folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie
©Tournesol’17/09/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin
Tournesol dans un Jardin 