
dusk enters slyly
paints magenta hues
covering the sky
on a clear night
lovers dare to dance
`til dawn
The Secret Keeper
(5) Words: PAINT, CLEAR, DARE, COVER, DANCE
Poetry ~ Waka

dusk enters slyly
paints magenta hues
covering the sky
on a clear night
lovers dare to dance
`til dawn
The Secret Keeper
(5) Words: PAINT, CLEAR, DARE, COVER, DANCE
She remembers metals taps on the soles of her shoes, click click clicking on the sidewalk pretending to be Gene Kelly. Do you remember buying bubble gum for a penny? Oh! and for nickel, you could get an ice cream cone or a loaf of bread! She remembers scratchy feeling crinolines and hula-hoop slips…the latter you could not sit unless you wanted everyone to see your undies. Thanks goodness mini skirts came out…no room for crinolines!
She remembers when she was ten running to the chip wagon with a quarter and getting a small order of French fries and a hot-dog. Those were the days her mother was too busy in the beauty parlour…she loved those days and preferred this meal to Swanson’s frozen dinners where meat tasted like cardboard.

She remembers watching the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show and falling in love with John; that’s when she bought his book of poems and fell in love with poetry.

Do you remember Sonny and Cher. Those were the days the only fake thing Cher had were her eyelashes…how I found her so beautiful!! Did you know that her real name is Cherilyn? (Thought that might be an interesting tid-bit.) She remembers her first love lasting twenty-eight years; married the year the Sonny & Cher Comedy Hour started.
Do you remember when milk was delivered to the house in bottles? She remembers the bread man delivering to the house in a horse drawn cart. How she felt sorry for that horse who looked so tired and old! She remembers watching the fireworks at St-Jean Baptiste on June 24th and eating her nickel cotton candy!
Then came mini-skirts and fast cars, sit-ins and love-ins. Teenage love and wedding bells…baby carriage and empty nests…and suddenly grandchild is soon entering high school!
time passes
such delight in innocence
like wind gusts
time passes
every year
spring returns
such delight in innocence
remembers
that first kiss
like wind gusts
taken by surprise-
how time has passed!
©Tournesol’16/05/30
Haiku Horizons “remember”
Daily Moments May 30 2016 “Do you remember” Troibun
solo no renga
mind games people play
faced with charades now and then
call it what it is
some are kind and genuine
others play their fake persona
life’s too short
don’t waste time with forgeries
just be real
© Tournesol’16/05/26
The Secret Keeper –
5) Words: | CHARADE | FACE | CALL | FAKE | GAME |
silence
in the blind wind’s dance
blossoms
© Jane Reichhold
solemn contemplation
petals rest on her plaque
© Tournesol’16/05/25
The above tan renga inspired me to write just a bit more and here is a troiku I will be adding to Haiku Horizons prompt “rest”
muted June bug
in solemn contemplation
rests on her plaque
muted June bug
caught
resting
in solemn contemplation
starlings nap
on bended knees
rests on her plaque
one lone
sunflower
©Tournesol’16/05/25
(tanka)
strawberry fields
buckets filled to the brim
child’s morning play
time to cook home cooked jam
Granny’s the talk of the town
(shadorma)
the child played
one sunny morning
in his yard
at his home
talking to his dog, Jamie
“Time to go get a snack!”
©Tournesol’16/05/19

©Clr`16 Lac Boivin, Granby, Qc.
on a windless day
six circles take shape
a pebble skips
on a windless day
lake is like a mirror
child makes faces
six circles take shape
sparrows skip one by one
a pebble sinks
a pebble skips
child holds his breath
counting up to six
Haiku Horizons: prompt is “skip”
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai
(haiku)
they ran wild
through fields and woodlands
serving themselves
serving themselves
legends of these horses
wild and free
wild and free
hard to believe they’ve been around
for centuries
(shadorma)
running wild
from another time
long ago
wanderers
shipwrecked many years ago
trusty survivors
(c) Tournesol’16-05-02

parks come alive
melodies of springtime
swings squeak
parks come alive
children giggling
shouting “tag, you’re it!”
melodies of springtime
birds sing their tunes
echo through the trees
swings squeak
lovers swaying to the tune
rhythm of their hearts
© Tournesol’16-05-01
The sound of chanting Hail Mary’s in different tones echoes from the bedroom. They are all kneeling around the bed of their dying father. The antique clock on the old sideboard ticks. Soft moans turn gradually into anguished cries.
missing his master
lying under his bed
the spaniel yelps
©Tournesol ’16/4/29
l’arrivée du printemps
l’étourneau trouve son logis
bourgeonnes de l’arbre donne de l’espoir
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
enter spring
a starling finds his flat
tree buds give hope
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30