early performance (troibun)

Awakened by the silence, she sits in darkness looking out her beach house window. Anticipation quickens as nature begins its daily performance…

(troiku)

the early bird thinks
time to catch
the sleepy worm

the early bird thinks
feeding her fledglings
before sunrise

time to catch
gulls keep with the rhythm
fish caught in the waves

the sleepy worm
floats in despair, falling prey
to fowl play

©Tournesol’17/04/05

 

The Weekly writing prompt at The Secret Keeper

(5) Words: | THINK | RISE | RHYTHM | FLOAT| FALL |

crossing the line (tanka)

crossing the line
may cause so much hate
with only one misdeed
change may take time
healing at one’s own pace

©Tournesol’17/03/28

Written for the 5 word prompt at the Secret Keeper

CAUSE – HATE – CHANGE – LINE – PACE

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child’s play (senryu)

©Clr”16

playing outdoors
giggling at grasshoppers
tickling their hands

tickling their hands
dandelions for Mommy
beaming with love

©Tournesol’17/03/27

Haiku Horizons “door”

A waka story …once upon a time (haibun) ~ TheSecretKeeper

Once upon a time, there lived an old English professor who retired in a small cottage in a village by the Arabian Sea with his wife. With this new free time, he could now delve in his passion and became a great poet. He spent his days at the kitchen table writing smart anecdotes about this and that and everything else.

Sometimes, if he was searching for the right word, his eyes would wander out the window at the gardener, sitting among the moon flowers, hyacinth and jasmine, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her babies.  His secret love for her had never changed, even after 50 years.

Evenings, the elderly couple  liked catching the international news . Today was especially important to learn the results of the presidential election in that foreign country called U.S.A.

He stared, dumbfounded at the name of the new president elect and could not believe his ears! “The world, as we know it, with this boorish leader, Flora, will never be the same,” he whispered, “I’m afraid this man’s greed and narcissism combined, will have voters climbing the walls to escape the wrath of this man.”

scent of jasmine
away from toxic meadows
calming and healing

©Tournesol’17/03/22

Written for SecretKeeper – 5 word prompt: | CLIMB | CATCH | SMART | VOTE | POET |

searching (troiku)

(c) Clr’16

amid the lilacs
blindly searching
her fragrance

amid the lilacs
memories stir
her gentle smile

blindly searching
under the full moon
lilt of her voice

her fragrance
revisited
from heaven

©Tournesol’17/03/20

This Troiku [ a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai] was written for Haiku Horizons.

in their eyes (Haiga)

 

spirits warmed
despite arctic winds
light of the full moon

(c) Tournesol’17

Haiku Horizons – Light

thanking her (senryu) Daily Moments March 8 2017

Tossing and turning her thoughts kept her up.  She finally gave in and started writing her thoughts.  Today was International Women’s Day and although she often jokes that it is the world getting prepared to wish her Happy Birthday the following day, it means a lot to her.  She thought of her mother, her grandmother, her teachers and amazing women who taught her so much.  And started writing this…

SHE taught me so much and more…

SHE taught me so much!
she taught me that crying for help
someone would be there always
she taught me touching and hugging
makes it [almost] all go away

she taught me a smile
will get me so much more
and a polite thank you too

she taught me fashion
from head to toe, and that
beauty at any age
must never be rationed

she taught me to read and write
and with so much patience
to read the words ever slowly
that told so many stories

she encouraged me to tell
the stories of those who could not speak
to trust in my pen
and write forgotten tales

she taught me to laugh out loud
flaunt my senseless essence
but also to know when to be quiet
when conflict was present

she taught me to believe
in myself and that would take me far
she taught me love can be beautiful
if only I loved myself more by far

she taught me the gift of giving
and how it returned with so much more
she taught me that killing one with kindness
was better than fighting any day

she taught me to see those who suffer
but not with my eyes
to hear with my heart
and care with my soul

she taught me to be strong
because women
have always carried burdens
for eons of time

she taught me the shadow
at times is a safer place to lead
to model what most speak
is learned so much more

she taught me never to give up
to learn each and every day
was like prevention
chasing the demons away

she taught me chubby or skinny
are women’s distinct beauty
in all different shapes

she taught me to pray
and believe
and never lose hope
if ever I went astray
the Great Spirit was there

she taught me diligence
and hard work
the fuel in meeting my goals
that the journey takes paths
different for each and everyone

she taught me the darkness
was a sign to stop and rest
to lick my old wounds
and heal in good time
the sun would appear
when my scars would form

each and every one
who have touched me
along the way have taught me!
that I am woman, and yes,
I am different than man
and so very much more
and proud to be woman!

not a day goes by
looking up at the sky – without
thanking her

©Tournesol’17/03/08

Daily Moments March 8  2017 – Thanking her

 

night performance (troiku – free verse)

We re inspired by a poem by Persian poet, Hafez

This poem is titled “all the hemispheres”:

Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.
Make a new watermark on your excitement
And love.

Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

city sounds scream;
woman at the Métro door
chants the same dream
silent donations
the homeless and the poor
commuters pass by
robotic and bored
not even a glance
drifters and panhandlers
rarely have a chance.

days are all the same
chaotic silent hum
monotonous blends

Aw but the night changes everything! How she longs for sunsets and beyond, watching the sky change. Renoir and Degas learned from the great Master…

(troiku) 

watercolour skies
Aditi’s brushstrokes
Vishnu’s masterpiece

watercolour skies
midnight blues
iridescent stars

Aditi’s brushstroke
gently tracing
the milky way

Vishnu’s masterpiece
twilight sonatas
wind in her hair

©Tournesol’17

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – nightflower

wastelands (troiku)

monsoon season
floods threaten farmlands
birth of a wasteland

monsoon season
quenching
the earth

floods threaten farmlands
yet, sometimes
nature’s just bluffing

birth of a wasteland
famine
death of a nation

(c) Tournesol’17/02/27

Haiku Horizons: waste

shattered silence TROIKU

Troiku

winter interlude
on frozen lake
stillness listens

winter interlude
clouds scatter making way
rising sun

on frozen lake
ice shifts at dawn
silence breaks

stillness listens
I bow at first light
the lake sings

© Tournesol’17/02/22

Haiku Horizons: Break