
on a country road
bales of hay artfully placed
canvas of meadows
(c) Tournesol ’14
Poetry ~ Waka

heat of the night,
pulled her close and kissed
those ruby lips
those ruby lips
taste of Ripasso, smooth
full-bodied
© Tournesol ’14
They say music is one of the last things your memory loses if you are cursed with any form of dementia. I can totally see that having played “oldies” when visiting my mother. It was like she stopped at a red light, stunned, her eyes would widen and she seemed to know. Sometimes she would hum or try to sing the lyrics like one of her favourites by Judy Garland that we all know so well, Somewhere over the Rainbow.
“there’s no place like home”
clutching Toto, she taps her
ruby red slippers
© Tournesol ’14

a mother breathes
a selfless love so pure
tranquil puffs
each gasp, a child’s reward
perpetual love
a life of passion
time floats on puffs of clouds
love absolute
© Tournesol ’14

thorns shield
tainted contamination,
pureness of a rose
© Tournesol ’14

Hanukkah
may the glow warm your heart
miracle of lights
~
Que la lueur
d’Hanukkah enflamme ton coeur
miracle des lumières
© Tournesol ’14
Hanukkah – Dec 16th to Dec. 24th 2014
More readings: Inside Hanukkah and Holidays – Hanukkah