
running – yet,
gulls mock knowingly
missed the bus
© Tournesol ’16/02/04
Daily Moments – Feb 4, 2016
Poetry ~ Waka

running – yet,
gulls mock knowingly
missed the bus
© Tournesol ’16/02/04
Daily Moments – Feb 4, 2016

Lazy afternoon
ground is thawing way too soon
tree slumbers like me
© Tournesol ’16/02/03
a bed of daisies
taste of heaven on her lips
mountain mint
mountain mint
scent of ecstasy
in her hair
© Tournesol’16/02/03
Carpe Diem Special #195 Hamish Managua Gunn’s first “full snow moon”
This month one of my favourite haiku poets and writers is our February winner of winter Kukai. He writes from the heart and from his travels and experiences, so much in touch with nature and life.
He says: “I am a hermit here in Lappland, a tinker by origin from the Orkney Isles, with simple messages: a view from a peak must be earned by a climb, a night in the desert gives the best sleep, and stories are found deep in forests.
For me, hospitality is sacrosanct – high up on a mountainside when the winds gather, or in the desert when the mirage is no longer real, and especially just after dawn among pine needles, sheltered by mighty branches.
And those who shared their bread with me shared more. What I share in writing is always a tale from one of the four corners of the world, a street corner, souk, ship or café; somewhere I went to in purchase of pure copper for my small copper shoppe. Then the scenes come with me on walks in my forest far in Lappland; there the story forms among trees in storms and soft breeze.
But I travel because I write: if you want to climb a mountain, you must start at the top”.
I have learned much in his writing and his helpful and intuitive comments on my own poetry. Here are two haiku written by Hamish, that have inspired me to write a haiku and a haibun.
one snowflake and I
share the end of autumn
in silence
© Hamish
snowflake on my nose
evokes a childhood Noël
silent teardrop
© Tournesol ‘16/02/03
full snow moon
stirs the ladybug
on cold bare branches
© Hamish
The heart of winter where days are slowly getting longer but still, darkness fills her heart. Shuffling home at twilight, she feels the weight on fragile bones.
hungry moon
walking alone on empty
silence
© Tournesol’16/2/03
His cherubic face looks up to her face, following the familiar sound of her voice; her first born placed on her belly … those first moments he entered her world, sniffing, searching like a pup.
melodiously
wriggles towards her breast
suckling sweetness
© Tournesol ’16/02/03
last fallen leaf
limbs freeze in time
– silence
~
after serenades
wolf greets winter moon,
– silence
~
after the rage
kissing fists and leather belts
screams silence
~
sibling rivalry
birthdays and barbecues
empty nest
© Tournesol ’16/02/03

Walking under clear blue skies put her in such a mood…spring added to her steps, speeding up the journey.
melting snow
arms tangled in golden glow
welcome chirping birds
© Tournesol ’16/02/02
Daily Moments – Feb 2/16

change
spring is coming
sense of hope
Change can destabilize and make one feel less secure at times. Imagine how worried Mother Nature must be with the drastic changes in the environment. No, we are not alone on this planet walking around with this sense of insecurity.
can the earth forgive?
that is the question –
only time will tell
© Tournesol ’16/02/01
Daily Moments – February 1 2016
The Secret Keeper word Prompts are: SENSE SECURE WALK TIME ALONE
Her mother was a hairstylist and hours were not accounted for in those days. Saturday could finish for dinner or as late as midnight depending on the influx of clients. Money was “notre gange pain” to survive in those says with only her mother who was reliable.
Her mother was a hairstylist and hours were not accounted for in those days. Saturday might have ended just in time for dinner or as late as midnight depending on the influx of clients. Money was “notre gang pain” to survive in those says with only her mother supporting the family.
There were times when her mother was not ready Sunday mornings for mass and she would ask her daughters to walk to church ahead of her so they would not be late for services. She promised she would get there in time before the consecration when the bells would chime, “Lord have mercy,” “Christ have mercy”. Later, she would hear her mother arriving …

scent of Youth Dew soothes,
clicking of mother`s stilettos
echoes of her cough
© Tournesol ’16/01/31