chaque coup de pinceau
à travers la glace , forge
Sa signature
© Tournesol ’15
through the looking glass-
each brush stroke bares,
His signature
© Tournesol ’15
020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September 20th, with Rick Daddario -“painting”
Category: Haiku
Lazy afternoon (30 doh – haiga -019 September)
lazy ripples
nature’s quell in reverence
wings of a swan
graceful ceremony
devotees bow
(c) Tournesol’15
That first snow ( haibun)
Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…
that first snow
falling on sacred ground
hides her name
(c) Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow
circling gnats (tan renga)
before the dusk
lingering in the cobweb
the last of the light (© Ese)
gnats buzzing over the pond
a frog shocks them with a splash
(c) Tournesol’15
Greeting autumn (30 doh -018 September 18)
butterfly greets fall
last of the daisies giggle
love life ’til the end
© Tournesol’15
30 days of haiga – -018 with Rick Daddario
Northern Hemisphere: Greeting cards
juicy delight (30 doh Haiga- 017 September 17)
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season’s delights
amber, red and yellow leaves
juicy apples.
© Tournesol’15
30 doh – September 17 – 30 days of Haiga 017 Apples – Rick Daddario
stands firm (30 doh – September 16 – 30 days of haiga -016)
stands firm,
despite erratic current
rock-solid faith
© Tournesol ’15
that cobweb (troiku)
the end is near
oh! that hanging cradle –
cobweb
the end is near
live today – like,
no tomorrows
oh! that hanging cradle
gently rocks,
to a heartbeat
cobweb
holding the mind
hostage
© Tournesol ’15
angelic vibrations (troiku)
I was inspired after reading Magical Mystical Teacher in “Door”. When I saw that photo, my heart was drawn to it since I love doors and my mind wandered to a place a few years ago attending a recital in an old church where this amazing musician allowed her fingers to float over her harp like an angel of grace. And so I used MMT’s last haiku as the Troika which is the sleigh, the base haiku from which I am starting to write this troiku
Noxious vapours flee
at the sound of harp and lyre—
the old door trembles
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
noxious vapours flee
each new breath
heavenly sighs
at the sound of harp and lyre –
celestial visions
pull my heart strings
the old door trembles
coughing exaltation
I shudder
© Tournesol ’15
015-30doh-2015 r ~ Day 15: Undisclosed (haiga)
untold stories
hidden behind closed doors
such a mystery
© Tournesol ’15
015-30doh-2015 30 days of September ~ Day 15: mystery – Rick Daddario
Tournesol dans un Jardin 