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Overthinking
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The heart beating
Too much time
wasted
going in circles
overthinking
losing track of time
dizzy spiralling
© tournesol 2025/08/28
daily moments 25/08/28
Category: Chèvrefeuille’s Troiku from CarpeDiemHaikuKai
final act (haubun) daily moments Oct 27, 2024

Relaxing in my living room, nursing an autumn cold, I cannot help but look in awe at the concert I witness in my patio window. I’m lucky because these trees lose their leaves in mid-November compared to many other bare trees in my area. I feel blessed at this time of year, to see such vibrant colours. But today they are jumping and doing backflips with that cold wind. People pass by snug in their winter parkas and tuques on their way to our local park. I have no intention to brave the cold.
I see the clouds moving and often they are dark and daunting…like a warning, “We’re coming to get you my little golden friends.” For some reason, I hear Dorothy’s witch cackling this. The end is near. The tween times are often difficult…the limbo of this season where we see darkness already by mid-afternoon, tree branches bare…no snow yet…and we wait during this transitional state . Thank goodness for Halloween and trick or treatres bringing joy and life to this time of year…
Until then, I feel blessed to see this vision of beauty Mother nature brings us each year.

giggles echo
rustling in the wind
bright and lively
smiling at dark clouds looming
one more day of play
golden leaves
swaying in the wind
final act
golden leaves
dancing
with abandon
swaying in the wind
holding on
for dear life
final act
carefully orchestrated
a full panoply
(c) tournesol 2024-10-27
weaving is healing (troiku)
tapestry weaving
teasing out bright colours
blending softer hues
tapestry weaving
searching for new stories
interlacing strands
teasing out bright colours
quieting the heart
muffling blaring shades
blending softer hues
weaving with compassion
mending frayed threads
© tournesol 2024-09-12
Aging (troiku)
Aging (troiku)
Aging
does not produce wisdom
…just, awakenings
Aging
humbling way to say
I told you so
Does not produce wisdom
without the right
nourishment
…just, awakenings
emerge humbly when
… shit happens
(c) Tournesol 2024-09-06
Dear Emma (Daily Moments Feb 11 2024) Haibun

Dear Emma,
For the past 4 weeks I have been rereading the Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron and redoing the exercises. The main one is journalling 3 pages each morning the moment I wake up. That is a bit of a challenge on the days I work since I am not a morning person and I have to set the alarm 30 minutes earlier. But I do set up my coffee maker on my vanity in my bedroom the night before so I can at least have my java fix as I write in a stream of consciousness.
Today is Day 2 of Week 4 and I managed to be inspired to write one poem/haiku…but you would not believe how I got my inspiration!
I noticed a new icon named Co-Pilot, on the task bar of my laptop and out of curiosity, I clicked on it. It popped up on my right side and it is an AI offering to answer questions, create background images …basically everything and anything. So, I typed in “poetry prompts” and it listed a bunch of types of poems…then I typed in “Haiku prompt” and it gave the definition of a haiku and gave me a bunch of prompts that were mediocre but the one that struck me was “sound”. I was hearing a sound in my office that stimulated emotions in me…and so here is the haiku that turned into a troiku.
Sleeping Sounds of Innocents (troiku)
Gentle whimpering
soothes the ears as she writes
sleeping feline moans
gentle whimpering
subtle sounds of innocence
moments of pure joy
soothes the ears as she writes
recalling sleeping infants
tugging at the heart
sleeping feline moans
dreaming chase in open fields
feasting on its prey.
© Tournesol 2024/02/11
Daily Moments Feb 11 2024 – Troiku
sporadic visit (Troibun) Daily Moments
How I miss her nudging me...those sporadic visits. Going for a walk, I would feel the hints of a verse, a word...a perfect moment whispering to me. My mind always wanders...so hard to be mindful because my eyes see one thing for a moment and then she takes over with an interesting narrative. A bike missing a wheel thrown carelessly beneath a balcony. What if it was a kidnapping and the bike was thrown here from another town? What if it was an accident and the biker had no ID, police still looking for John Doe? What if...indeed!! I miss holding an image in my heart f then allowing it to simmer for a day or two and turning it into a watercolour of words, three brief lines that take your imagination on to a lovely journey. Other times it can be philosophical or spiritual but definitely, with a tasteful metaphor. Since the pandemic, rather than benefit from time during those moments if isolation... inspiration changed to a very scattered mind. Words were mixed with fear but this morning there was a slight shift ...
Softly whispers Welcoming lilt Brief rendezvous Softly whispers Moment in time wades in my soul Welcoming lilt Holding my breath Listening to her voice Brief rendezvous Still breathtaking (c) Tournesol 2023-03-05 Daily Moments
First snowfall – (troiku) daily moments

snowflakes
carpets forming
spreading joy
snowflakes
adorning
bare branches
white carpets forming
like white sheets on a stick
spreading peace
spreading joy
peace
no wars!
(c) Tournesol ‘2022-11-16
Friendships (haibun ~ troibun)
Valentine’s is supposed to be about love and couples but since I had my children 4 decades ago, it was more about LOVE for anyone who is very special to you, especially my immediate family.
I remember cutting out Valentine cards to share at school to those “special people” …if it was someone, we had a little crush on, we did not sign it. I also helped my children cut theirs out as well and in this generation, they seem to include more people. I am hoping that is indicative of the world we now live in…to be kind to one another…to show support and caring.
The media shows us the opposite because unfortunately “tragedy sells.” Yet, with all that has been going on in the world in the past two years, I am sick of giving attention to sadness, cruelty, and hardships. I am not saying I want to live in a bubble, but I/we DO need balance…knowing about kindness and how wonderful many people have come forward to help one another warms my heart and that too should be in the media…not just an addendum at the end of the news.
One thing I have loved doing in the past few years is writing my own greeting cards and sending them out to some friends far and near…mostly friends who live alone like me.
I do not know about you but when I get something in the mail, I get so excited…I run upstairs and put the envelope on the dining room table and make myself a cuppa tea and then I sit down and savour it. Sometimes it is one line and other times it is a bit longer but the fact that someone cared enough to write something on paper, put it in an envelope, sealed it with love, addressed it with care and attention, put a stamp and walked or drove to drop it off in a mailbox means so much!
I had another selfish reason to do this as well. It inspires me to write a poem and talk in writing to a friend, and forcing me to walk to the nearest mailbox which is 1 km away…so it is also beneficial to my physical and mental health to walk which is something I have not done much this winter especially since my fall early in January. It made me wary of walking on icy sidewalks.
I often try to spread out the cards so I have to go out more often.
This is a troiku (new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai I wrote a few days ago, that made me think of my friends this valentine week.
greyness lingers
lockdowns hold us prisoners
when will winter leave?
greyness lingers
looking for a bit of light
shining in my heart
lockdowns hold us prisoners
soon the days shall pass
Oh, see the light shine
when will winter leave?
thankful for a caring friend
brightens every day
© tournesol 2022-2-11
la grisaille s’attarde
les confinements emprisonnent
l’hiver nous quittera quand?
la grisaille s’attarde
mon cœur s’alimente à la poursuite
de la lumière
les confinements emprisonnent
bientôt le jour va paraitre
voilà, luminescence
enfin l’hiver nous quitte
enchantée d’une amie dévouée
égaiera chaque jour
© tournesol 2022-2-11
wind in my face ~ Troiku
Daily Moments - September 21 2021...the wind was blowing and the curtains were covering my screen and this is what my muse picked up. wind in my face ~ Troiku a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai flaming Flamenco dancing feverishly my lace curtains flaming Flamenco filled with heat and seasons summer loves end dancing feverishly like the last race to the finish line my lace curtains waving faintly adieu © Tournesol 2021/09/21
vulnerablity ~ Troiku (daily moments Sept 3, 2021)
Yellow lines forming
leaves of the elm tree
autumn’s warning
yellow lines forming
open to a new season
falling leaves
leaves of the elm tree
shading my living room
holding my secrets
autumn’s warning
bare branches will soon
colour me naked
© tournesol’2021-09-03
(Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)


