Poetry ~ Waka
When a friend or colleague leaves I have to be reminded that change is good and if I expect the unexpected in life, I will rarely be disappointed.
“change is a constant”
says the caterpillar
“follow the flow”.
butterfly sips sweet nectar
daisies by the riverside
©Tournesol’17/06/07
Daily Moments on this 7th day of June – Change
She walked uptown and managed to get to the top of the hill without panting too much. She was quite proud of that fact although she was also wise by pausing now and then. She could feel the muscles pulling at the back of her thighs and knew if she lived here within a few months she certainly would be in better shape. Yes, perhaps she should take the stairs more often going up at work. Starting this week she made a mental note to do this.
By the time she returned down to the beach, people were walking along the pier to get a better view…
blends of amber
smudging layer on layer
warms twilight sky
blends of amber
rocking softly
on the water
smudging layer on layer
soft strokes
painter’s brush
warms twilight sky
radiates from golden star
nature’s last farewell
©Tournesol’17/06/06
June 2nd, daily moments at White Rock, BC. – nature’s au revoir
“Compassion is the foundation of peace.” Amma
The old woman toiled in her garden for days, her heart filled with such hope…
Planting seeds
deep enough
free from foul play
Planting seeds
filled with love
forming strong roots
Deep enough
as a love struck poet
versed with compassion
Free from foul play
only white doves
spreading world peace
(C)Tournesol’17-05-29
The hall was immense and the mood expectant. Hushed chatter all about was the background sound with the occasional exclamations and hugs of recognitions. Everyone was gathering in parties of two’s, five’s or more. It was hard to see who was alone since “loners” smiled at many faces here and there.
The tension was mounting and the hushed sounds became like clattering plates in the kitchen of a cafeteria.
She was in this city for the first time and longed to see her favourite Rock Star. You know the type of music to your ears that moves you? Do you remember your first encounters with “outstanding” and “rocks your socks off”…hmmmm?
A bell sounds and there is complete silence…the musicians are in place, the fans and VIP fans await…
Blessed
with her presence
the crowd fell silent
blessed
the room filled
with her fragrance
With her presence
transcending
a mother’s love
The crowd fell silent
numbed by her radiance
only hearts beating
(C)Tourneol’17-05-27
(Inspired by Amma’s presence at the Seattle public programme)
The ride home last night was a bit annoying. People talked too loudly on the Métro and the bus; the scent of ingested brew permeated the bus and by the time she stood in line to get off, a young man (clueless and tipsy) staggered backwards on her left foot…yes, she was wearing sandals. However, stepping off the bus made it all go away…
pleasant breeze
enchanting scents float
lilac blossoms
pleasant breeze
cool and refreshing
washed away old scents
enchanting scents float
facing the bus station
five lilac trees
lilac blossoms
graceful and alluring
sway erotically
©Tournesol’17/05/07
Daily Moments May 17 2017 – lilac trees (troibun)
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, see at his blog,Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Spring is really here, she thinks as she walks along the boulevard. Finally, lawns are brightening from last season’s slumber. Dandelions are starting to poke their heads here and there, a sure sign of warmer times to come. Such a treat to walk outside in lighter clothes, no longer the weight of winter coats and fur lined boots, she ponders as she sneezes and wipes her teary eyes.
scents
tickling her nose
fresh cut grass
scents
warming her heart
roses for Mother
tickling her nose
along the roadside
dandelions giggle
fresh cut grass
summer in the horizon –
grating lawn mowers
©Tournesol’17/05/15
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where you will see daily meme for waka.
Written for Haiku Horizons: Road & my
Flowers are lovely gifts and some are fragrant and sweet. Treated to a brunch or dinner is nice too. If the weather stays mild, BBQ’s are the rage for many families as well. But deep down all I need to really hear is, “I love you, Mom.” This is a set of words in any language, that goes straight to the heart.
So, you know those commercials that tug at your heartstrings…and the hallmark cards that seem to say it better than you…don’t worry…they don’t say it better! Just those four little words are more than you know and poetry to the ears of any mother…trust me.
This is a weekend, ever since I can remember, I would use the English language and try to share my thoughts and feelings that filled my heart. This was a time I may have rhymed a line or two but mostly, I’d tell her how much she is important to me.
Time to visit her new home and set some flowers and say a few words. Tell her how much she is missed and in my thoughts every single day.
I am thankful for the love she swaddled me in as an infant. I am grateful she looked at me and saw only beauty and success. How could I not succeed in life with such confidence in me, she mirrored each and every day?!
I’m so happy she was there every step of the way even when I had my babies. She taught me how to bathe them and gave me permission to be a tigress and hold them as long as they needed me and showed me that was true mothering and loving, not spoiling at all.
I’m glad my children were blessed with the greatest Nanny on earth, who made them laugh and kissed their bobos too.
I still remember one Mother’s Day morning being served a sweet breakfast of (uncooked) chocolate pudding and I’ve never managed to make anything quite as delicious.
So maybe this weekend I will look at old movies and play old tunes that she loved so much…definitely, sounds like a plan for the weekend.
missing you
today and tomorrow
‘til we meet again
sliding down a rainbow – or,
swinging on a brilliant star
Until then, keep visiting me as a blue butterfly; keep making signals on my mobile phone, tickle me in my ear or visit me in my dreams.
©Tournesol’17/05/12
Daily Moments – May 13, 2017 – Mother’s Day (haibun)
Written for Mother’s Day AND LindaGHill’s Friday reminder and prompt for SoCS May 13, 2017: Language
Awakening to the bright sunshine allowed her to take this to mean it would be a hopeful day. Finally a pleasant spring day in May, compared to the cool damp day the days before.
sun shining
belated sprouts triumph
luminosity
sun shining
glowing
with good intentions
belated sprouts triumph
respecting delicate ties
reborn again
luminosity
building strength
weathering storms
As she walked out the door to catch her bus, the sky was overcast. Slightly disappointed, she sighed and checked her mailbox and a glow of sunshine reappeared.
avid reader smiles
a poet, writer…
long distance friend
turning to the first page
she takes a deep breath
Whispering the first line… “Don’t forget to breathe”. BLUR, by Sreejit Poole, 2016
©Tournesol;’17/05/12
Blur by Sreejit Poole, 2016 – Amazon – Canada – Amazon – USA
Sreejit Poole is also a poet and blogger you can visit at TheSeekersDungeon
Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed days (Troibun)
There is nothing like the feeling of rich dark soil slip through your fingers when planting a garden. Gloves will only rob you of that sense of life at your fingertips. Think about the erotic sensation of a piece of cheese cake or decadent truffles; feel the smooth richness on your tongue…
arching their bodies
nature’s sweet arousal
nestling in its moistness
in and out, in and out
worms surrender blissfully
autumn’s last harvest
winter’s table scraps
black gold of gardeners
autumn’s last harvest
feeding sod nutrients
leftover leaves
winter’s table scraps
Mother Nature’s caviar
salivating worms
black gold of gardeners
putrefying stench
parfum de la vie
©Tournesol’17/05/09
A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Written for Poetics Tuesday Dverse-Poetics Pub- Soil Poetics
Today at DversePoetsPub, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Poetics wants you to write poetry about soil. This is what he says:
“To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I both love and hate the scent of mulch. I love the growth and fear decay. I love to walk barefoot in warm dirt, but afterwards I wash my feet.
Soil gives grain for bread, but when the weather fails we die of hunger.
Soil is friend and foe.
There are many synonyms for soil: mulch and compost, dirt and grime, earth and ground all reflect the soil and various values we attribute to its worth.
Soil can be metaphors for land and country, for home and nations. For war and peace and for the roots of trees.
Taste the soil or bite the dust, bring me poetry from what you sense in soil.
Be gravedigger or gardener, be soil of your origin and dig it deep.
The three women walked along the riverside reminiscing of times passed. Approaching an old vegetable garden two of them, scrunched up their noses at the putrid scent. The eldest seemed not to notice the stench and paused looking at a crow cawing on a branch.
graced by a presence
drawn by sweet fragrance
trust and compassion
graced by a presence
divine intervention
a mother’s love
drawn by sweet fragrance
budding promise
faith, hope and love
trust and compassion
if only the world knew
their blessed bouquet
Walking towards her children, one woman contemplated for a long moment. Inhaling a deep belly breath, she paused and felt a spasm in her chest as if her heart was bursting at the seams.
pink and white buds
begging share to their love
apple blossoms
©Tournesol’17/05/07
Daily Moments Troibun May 7 2017 love blossoms
Tournesol dans un Jardin 