Poetry ~ Waka
(tanka)
staring at the waves
rolling on the river
taking hold of me
dripping true emotions
no longer wear me down.
(haiku)
river holds
roaring white rapids –
all my secrets
(c) Tournesol ’16
| STARE | RIVER | HOLD | TRUE | WEAR |
mountain breeze
winter fun
a taste of snow
~
a taste of snow
monkeying around,
on their tongues
(c) Tournesol ’16
Daily Moments – Feb 15’16 Family Day
maison plein d’amour
parsemée de son essence
mon âme sœur
~
house full of love
sprinkled with her essence
my soul sister
(c) Tournesol’ 16
Daily Moments Feb 14 2016
brief peak at winter
bitter cold blows across the field
awe of the mountains
(c) Tournesol’16
Daily Moments Feb. 13/16
winter wind whistles
frosted windows peak
lovers spooning
warmth of their flesh rises
under down filled duvet
(c) Tournesol’16
This flash fiction was prompted by The Carrot Flash Fiction Challenge this week and we were to write about wild open spaces with a bonus if you could add something cute and furry.
The Witching Hour (Flash Fiction 99 words – no more, no less)
It was approaching the witching hour that most parents dread.
“MOMMY! Oli buggin me !” her toddler whined.
Oli snickered, proud he succeeded to put a dent in the mommy-daughter coziness since he arrived from JK.
It was only four-fifteen. She couldn’t take the squeals and whining. She called her next-door neighbour, “Janet, I think I just might lose it.”
Janet let out her warm loving chuckle, “Send them over here and the girls will keep them busy.”
Biking towards the open fields, with each breath, she allowed her frustrations of the day to scatter over the wild daisies. (99 words)
Walking in the soft snow last night, I was reminded of our long winter walks at night, chatting about life and family. We would walk for hours.
Janet was a dear friend who kept me sane when my children were pre-schoolers. She taught me to relax, stop trying to have the perfectly clean and tidy house and just enjoy the children. I am forever grateful to her and her family.
This flash fiction inspired these haiku:
mother nature
wild and wondrous
takes me in
takes me in
warm and loving heart
a true friend
© Tournesol `16/02/12
Daily Moments – thinking of Janet Feb 12/16
soft whistling
echoes through the forest
keeps me company
~
bumping on the pier
ancient schooner groans
each wave rocks
rhythmic lazy tunes
eventide’s blues
© Tournesol ’16/02/11
bird grabs a worm
fills nestlings’ open beaks
a mother’s love
~
looking up
with doe eyes
her big brother
~
Walking to the school dance, they giggle at the cute boys near the band stage. One has that bad boy look with tight jeans and a pack of Export-A’s at his shoulder under that white T. His liquid blues dance when she walks towards the band.
naive and trusting
he holds the small of her back
slow dancing
© Tournesol “16/02/11
After a week of spring thaw, winter resumes its course. Walking on the soft powdery snow, she shuffles slowly using its step as a human broom…swish, swish. The soft powder lifts lightly above her leather boots like a shower of white sparkling dust. Dust with spots of diamonds glistening in the soft light of the street lamps.
unusual thaws
ice weighs on spindly limbs
snap
©Tournesol’16/02/10 Daily Moments
Sitting
waiting
contemplating
sitting
alone on a park bench
for time to change
waiting
in sweet sorrow,
time is so slow
contemplating
life’s pure joy
moving too fast
© Tournesol ’16/02/09
daily moments – Feb 9 2016
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
