Poetry ~ Waka
April showers
cleaning winter’s debris
skies are grey
intermittent gold reprieve
drops of sunrays’ budding hope
nature ripens
browns to greens
spring’s burning promise
©Tournesol’17/04/24
April 24 2017Daily Moments – season’s promise – Soliloquy no renga
When I looked up Haiku Horizons this week’s prompt had not been posted yet but I mistook “drop” last week’s as this week. Oh dear! But adjusting my last line made it all work out (smiles)
That time of day where words are not required…silence carries a life of its own. The homeless man whose weary feet, too heavy to continue, marks a spot to rest an hour or five. The rush hour street car groans its morning tune…his lullaby.
Heros of the night who keep watch for those where pain and suffering visit at two in the morning..nursing homes, hospitals, police stations, helplines…winding down their long day seeing flashes of their comfy bed mingled with the trauma they just witnessed. No words…just thoughts, visions…turning into a steady hum.
Stray cats seek a dry abode, giving chirping critters the eye that says it all. Birds chant their morning praise, feeling lucky to be alive… singing melodies of joy, hoping to see that worm raise its lovely head…
Bakeries and coffee shops are already ready to help mankind jump-start the day.
Mornings are such a foreign thing to her. So, this is how the other half lives …some starting their day and others winding down. She, falls in between …feels as if she is always trying to catch up…
Hear the silent hum
Melodies
Brew at dawn
(c)Tournesol’17-04-21
spring is in the air
Easter weekend came in sprints
sunshine here and there
spring is in the air
awakenings
playful loves resume
Easter weekend came in sprints
mournful for a day or two
rising with a smile
sunshine here and there
dropping old resentments
kindling life anew
©Tournesol’17/04/17
A Troiku is a new formed haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carp Diem Haiku Kai
dimanche après-midi
rencontre improvisée
échange amical
dimanche après-midi
bavarder de ci, ça
et de tout
rencontre improvisée
plongeant dans les hauts et les bas
des larmes et des éclats
échange amicale
la vie, comme il se doit
réunir entre femmes
Sunday afternoon
impromptu get-together
friendly exchange
Sunday rendezvous
talking of this, that
and everything
impromptu get-together
swimming in highs and lows
tears and giggles
with a real friend
connecting as women do
life, as it should be
©Tournesol’17/04/10
April showers seem so adorable in children’s books with poems and chants that rhyme as children skip to school. In the city, it means cleansing of streets, playgrounds and lawns. However, some may look at their back yard with dismay
lawns deflowered
fragrant tokens
for his master
©Tournesol’17/04/04
spring gifts haibun Daily Moments April 4 2017
finally
smelling
spring in the air
grey skies
form a mist
cooling my face
snow melts in patches
after a long winter’s sleep
making room to breathe
©Tournesol’17/03/2/
Daily Moments March 28 2017 At last spring (Haiku)
first spring weekend
blustery winds proclaim the new
season’s grand entrance
winter hangs on tirelessly
snowflakes on my cheek
dreaming of cycling
trails along the river
snow covered bike
©Tournesol’17/03/25
Daily moments springtime dreams (soliloquy no renga)
March 25, 2017
spirits warmed
despite arctic winds
light of the full moon
(c) Tournesol’17
Haiku Horizons – Light
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
I am almost finished reading George Orwell’s 1984. Yes, it takes me a long time because I find it depressing and so I jump to The Essential Rumi now and then and Love Poems by Rumi.
I have also been watching old war movies where masses revolt in the name of solidarity and fairness. This makes me think of my encounters with workplace disputes in the past 30 years…yes, a little more than 30 but let’s leave it at that out of vanity. [snickers]
behind their masks
pretense of brotherhood
hidden agendas
behind their masks
screaming justice for all
texture of envy
pretense of brotherhood
renouncing authority
all for one, one for all
hidden agendas
lusting for power
polarity rules
Are there ever winners in workplace disputes? What does management seek? What does staff want? Are there a few isolated incidents or has it become an unhealthy workplace environment? There are never any easy answers. Each side holds his cards closely to the chest and the games ensue.
I don’t think things have changed that much since the ‘70’s. Well, yes, for women they have…indeed they certainly have even if there is still room to improve but that is life is it not?
Is it not our goal to always push ourselves to be the best person that we are? Is it not a desire to personally reach some form of clarity, enlightenment…nirvana? Well, okay, that is a bit much but older readers will certainly be bobbing their heads and agree that that is really all one can do…the best that you can. Ultimately, ask yourself, really, are you doing the best that you feel you really can? If someone would offer you a 40% increase in salary to do better, what would you change? That answer will say a lot…
©Tournesol’17/03/08 Continue reading “Behind shallow masks(troibun) daily moments Mar.8/17”
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