Poetry ~ Waka
ice packs
on my belly
poppies for my skin
ice packs
cooling blazing itch
to a tickle
on my belly
too many fibres
eliciting heat
poppies for my skin
illusions of comfort
snow filled duvet
©Tournesol’17/07/25
Daily Moments July 25 2017 poppies (troiku)
burning
under thin filters
I’m melting
burning
through ozone layers
earth is slipping
under thin filters
barely pink
bubbling
I screaming in the night
silent cries
©Tournesol’17/07/24
Daily Moments July 24, 2017 simmering skin (troiku)
life
at a standstill
where am I?
life
mine and yours
planets apart
at a standstill
we gaze
different horizons
where am I
detaching
seeking the light
©Tournesol’17/07/23
Daily moments – Am I ready? (Troiku) July 23, 2017
children giggling
straw hats in open fields
raspberry smiles
children giggling
one for the basket
and two for me
straw hats in open fields
intent concentration
hovered over bushes
raspberry smiles
a mother’s favourite perfume
sweat mixed with sweetness
©Tournesol’17
When she thinks of beach, today, memories of long ago walking along a sandy beach in Maine resurfaces. It was dusk…the tide was up, so she, her family and friends could not walk on the wet sand like they did in the afternoon. She was only eleven; he was fifteen. But they were almost the same height. He may have thought she was more mature in “that sense”.
The wind picked up as they stared out onto the ocean; they walked slightly away from the family both quiet in thought, as if they were in different worlds. She was so young and naïve, he was a romantic and a vibrant adolescent. He was so handsome, she remembers, and spoke little English. For some reason, his words in French were so poetic.
high tide waves
impressive yet cold
bare foot in the sand
high tide waves
bold and calculating
startling splash rouses
impressive yet cold
warmth of his hand rubs gently
on innocent hand
bare foot in the sand
watching life go by in the sea
dreaming different tales
She remembers the softness of his the back of hand gently stoking her hand. It felt so natural like holding hands with her sister or her best friend…comforting, endearing. Thinking about this in her tent that night, she wondered if he felt something different than she…after all he was so much older than she. That summer of 1963 where innocence is still a nice safe place to be.
©Tournesol’17/07/19
Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai : Beach
time wasted
churning old and spent
living in your head
time wasted
ten and one different ways
blaming
churning old and spent
no matter how hard you try
same old, same old
living in your head
illusory journeys
your wonderland
©Tournesol’17/07/19
twilight approaching
narrowing pathway
shadows linger
twilight approaching
birds mocking
my hesitation
narrowing pathway
finally, my eyes can see
a light within
shadows linger
becoming spiritual guides
path of soul-searching
My Travel Journal, (Troiku) is inspired by Chévrefeuille’s meme, “Basho’s Shadow Diary“. One thing I loved reading Basho, The Complete Haiku, translated by Jane Reichhold, was a dark side I could relate to; I find beauty in the darkness now since so many thoughts form into haiku or verses, lifting the darkness ever so gradually. Somewhat like the darkness is the murkiness of the mud until a lotus surfaces above water.
©Tournesol<17/07/07
early morning rise
shuffling to make coffee
crunch of a cockroach
early morning rise
even spiders feel lazy
in the heat
shuffling to make coffee
grinding dark roasted beans
startles a cockroach
crunch of a cockroach
cutting through the morning haze
a piercing scream
©Tournesol’17/07/17
This troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille was written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, with the summer kigo “cockroach”
in the twilight
cloud of mist rises
soft moans through the night
in the twilight
swallows nestle for the night
cicadas hum
cloud of mist rises
forming ghostly shapes
over the river
soft moans through the night
golden glow of moonbeams
tangled limbs glisten
©Tournesol’17/06/17
At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we are inspired by Jane Reichold’s haiku using the summer kigo word “twiling”. Her verses as well as our host’s are absolutely stunning and any one an inspsiration to write. You can also start your haiku with “in the twilight” which I chose to do to write my Troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chévrefeuille.
bleeding red on blue
after a strawberry moon
arresting dawn
bleeding red on blue
graced with His magic
brush strokes transcend
after a strawberry moon
summer solstice delivered
a day of rest
arresting dawn
sunrise over endless fields
with bated breath
©Tournesol’17/07/07
Tournesol dans un Jardin 