Poetry ~ Waka
standing by her mate,
yesterday’s secrets scream
caked with Maybelline
standing by her mate
poised
submissive
yesterday’s secrets scream
not a soul can hear
driving her insane
caked with Maybelline
years of practice
hiding his fury
©Tournesol’17/09/09
Written for Haiku Horizons, Prompt is ”Cake”
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Waking up to a pounding headache, she slips back under her duvet pleading for slumber where pain is just a memory. Prayers answered she only awakens end of day and yet pounding persists. Amino acids and java finally acquiesce to her pleas; and then , she checks the news…bedlam in the tropics!
Mother Nature seems to be going through a new kind of neurosis. She worries for innocents having to uproot from their homes and friends far away, she prays for their safety. She remembers her very first soul mate from childhood up in the Keys…praying she is safe.
swaddled in a pretense of safety
wrapped in a duvet
filled with impotence
anxiety burgeons
like a spring blossom
yet, autumn leaves begin to fall
©Tournesol’17/09/06
Daily reflections – September 6 2017 Irma vies for control (cherita)
rocking by the window, looking at her sleepy friend,
lazy Sunday afternoon
huddled in her wool shawl
steady swish of passing cars
together with the steady rainfall
rhythm of a lullaby
©Tournesol’17/09/04
Daily moments September 3, 2017 – nature’ s lullaby (A Cherita)
I had started to research and drafted a post for this prompt but that was two days ago and pfffft, I lost it all. Returning to the drawing board, I found a poem by Issa Kobayashi who I truly love his work. His last line in haiku often end with a nice surprise and sometimes with a bit of humour. I am sharing some of his bio here that I found at the Poetry Foundation:
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Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa, also known as Kobayashi Yataro and Kobayashi Nobuyuki, was born in Kashiwabara, Shinanao province. He eventually took the pen name Issa, which means “cup of tea” or, according to poet Robert Hass, “a single bubble in steeping tea.”
Issa’s father was a farmer. His mother died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandmother. His father remarried, and Issa did not get along well with his stepmother or stepbrother, eventually becoming involved in disputes over his father’s property. When Issa was 14, he left home to study haiku in Edo. He spent years traveling and working until returning to Kashiwabara in the early 1810s. In Kashiwabara, his life was marked by sorrow— the death of his first wife and three children, an unsuccessful second marriage, the burning down of his house, and a third marriage.
Issa’s haiku are as attentive to the small creatures of the world—mosquitoes, bats, cats—as they are tinged with sorrow and an awareness of the nuances of human behavior. In addition to haiku, Issa wrote pieces that intertwined prose and poetry, including Journal of My Father’s Last Days and The Year of My Life.”
The moon in August is sometimes called the Corn Moon or Cold Moon. Now this time of year when referring to the full moon, however, in Japan, they are referring to the autumn moon or harvest moon which I prefer to write about in September. I am really not ready to write that much about autumn…yet.
I remember travelling by car or by bus marveling at the full moon. It is sometimes on my left side and then my right side depending where I am driving and how many twists and curves I have taken. But when I am driving home alone late at night, somehow I don’t feel so alone. It is almost a sordid affair…like the man on the moon is keeping me company and only he and I exist until I get home.
I have chosen this poem by Issa for inspiration:
My humble attempt also having fun:
traveling with the moon (Troiku)
under a full moon
midnight rendezvous
skinny dipping
under a full moon
along the lonely highway
I’m not alone
midnight rendezvous
under the willow
stealing their last kiss
skinny dipping
splashing late at night
snoopy neighbour smiles
©Tournesol’17/08/25
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
This post was written for Suzanne’s On The Road Friday prompt: Travelling with the Moon.
Nearing the end of summer is such a busy and pleasant time of year. Fruits are still plentiful at the farmer’s market, we can smell the peaches, plums and first pickings from the apple orchard. Vegetables are in abundance and it is a time to make homemade ketchup, pickled beets and bread and butter pickles. Kitchens are filled with aromas and tiny hands reaching for a spoon to savour the fruits of our mother’s and grandmother’s labour.
harvesting season
golden honey on my tongue
taste of heaven
harvesting season
tart and crunchy Lobos
first apple pickings
golden honey on my tongue
mixed with lemon and ginger
GrandMaman’s potion
taste of heaven
after dinner digéstif
apricot brandy
©Tournesol’17/08/21
Haiku Horizons: Prompt “Taste”
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
This is in response to Suzanne’s On The Road prompt this week here , Chasing Butterflies where she is gives us a beautiful history of Sugita Hisajo who was born in 1890, a poetess who was not recognized until many years later.
Suzanne gives us this haiku to inspire us:
chasing butterflies
deep into spring mountains
I have become lost
– Hisajo
Now I am known to write many poems on butterflies especially since my mother passed in 2014 but this particular haiku spoke to me about going down a spiritual path and hopefully one day reaching harmony and clarity.
(Troiku)
buzzing fills the air
sweet nectar beckons
yielding the harvest
buzzing fills the air
got to dazed and confused
drifting roundabout
sweet nectar beckons
seeking that perfect balance
but scents lure her
buzzing fills the air
season rewards with benefits
balancing nature
©Tournesol’17/08/20
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Daily reflections August 14, 2017
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
(Troiku)
midsummer morn
white puffs dancing in circles
moon in the sky
midsummer morn
lazy haze slowly lifting
driving east
white puffs dancing in circles
for a night owl like me
makes me dizzy
moon in the sky
even in light of day
beams at me
©Tournesol’17/08/14
Written as well for Haiku Horizons: Sky
The Cherita was created by Ai Li
On the bus ride across the St Lawrence
eyes bulging seeing the progress of the new bridge
as we bounce along the Champlain Bridge
huge concrete blocks mounted so high
construction workers looking like little toy men
but don’t tell them that!
©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2017/08/10 Daily Reflections
rumbling of the train
commuters nodding their heads
whistle blares last stop
©Tournesol`17/08/06
Tournesol dans un Jardin 