Poetry ~ Waka
It was raining outside and to add sunshine in her home, she put on jazz. Listening to Andrea Motis and her band made the apartment glow.
Random thoughts were running through her mind. Spring cleaning was well overdue and an excellent way to work through the cobwebs of her brain. There was therapy in clearing closets.
showers clear debris
season’s past washing away
open to rebirths
© Tournesol ‘19-03-30
Daily Moments March 30th 2019
Looking at her two bff’s (best feline friends) watching something moving among the decayed leaves, she wondered how life was perceived for her feline friends. They were indoor cats. How does a shut in see the world? Is there curiosity or envy? Is there fear or relief?
Spring dredges us such good feelings of her youth. That first bike ride to school giving her an extra fifteen minutes to skip rope with her peers. The first walk without boots and feeling so light on her feet. That walk hand in hand with a new crush, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.
Then the reality of her work comes to mind and what takes place behind closed doors, come spring, summer, fall or winter…
spring is in the air
fast cars and motorcycles
sweet scents of freedom
spring is in the air
watching it all come to life
indoor cats just dream
fast cars and motorcycles
kicking up a cloud of dust
April rains will clean
sweet scents of freedom
first loves or devil’s cunnings
too bad cats can’t speak
© Tournesol ‘19-03-26
Ah finally spring has arrived! Along with the scents of decay and images of black snow melting, there is still hope in the air. Once the old is washed away, the new will start to thrive. Trees are starting to form those amazing buds, birds are flying back home, animals are mating, teens and adults falling in love again. It is all so mesmerizing and inspiring. It is not just new love, new life but also rekindling memories . That is the beauty of the mind that can wander, imagine and travel back in time that will make you sigh and smile.
walking in a daze
bedazzled by the chaste moon
recalling his scent
(c) Tournesol ’19/03/21
drowning in nightmares
zephyr’s moving mourning clouds
burst of baby blues
burst of baby blues
luminous specs from heaven
sailing down on me
© Tournesol ‘19-03-16
graced with golden rays
rainbows bouncing off puddles
swish of passing cars
swish of passing cars
sudden burst of energy
spring fever ride
spring fever ride
reclaiming Harley’s sweet roar
slick, chrome and muscles
© Tournesol ‘19-03-15
Daily Moments March 15, 2019
Today I noticed a photo of falling leaves from a poet/artist from Australia and it inspired me to write about it. I find it fascinating to see how our northern and southern hemispheres move in opposite directions as seasons change. It is probably more apparent now that I blog and read poems of different seasons.
giving tranquil pause
days relinquish time to nights
autumn rests a spell
northern lands in spring
sun takes over day by day
melting season’s past
(c) Tournesol '19-03-13
nature finds its way
enters like a hungry beast
casualties of March
nature finds its way
showers wash winter’s debris
April’s housekeeping
like a hungry beast
captivating pheromones
it’s mating season
casualties of March
feeding grounds with nutrients
ends a life cycle
© Tournesol ‘19-03-12
soft sounds of longing
travelling through each brittle branch
buds can’t wait to burst
soft sounds of longing
snow is muffling cries below
impatient tulips
travelling through each branch
dripping sap to quench their thirst
maples on my street
buds can’t wait to burst
Mother Nature sings her song
“there there, won’t be long
© Tournesol ‘19-03-08
Pastel ribbons arch
weaving grace of silken twine
rainbows in springtime
(c) Tournesol ’19-03-06
Daily Moments – counting blessings
blue skies
sun rays beaming hope
sighs of springtime
blue skies
billows move in tandem
winter’s softest breeze
sun rays beaming hope
looking winter in the eye
walking on thin ice
sighs of springtime
tapping giant maples
where sweetness flows
© Tournesol ‘19-03-04
Tournesol dans un Jardin 