Poetry ~ Waka
Shivering in the cool air shortly after dawn, you can see her breath in smoke signals as she walks quickly to stay warm. Lunchtime has a change of heart…
midday radiance
greets a summer’s breeze –
season’s treat
fall’s tucked up on a shelf
dead leaves shed their tell-tale scents
© Tournesol ’15
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
On this day over three decades has passed…a baby girl was born; she didn’t want to leave the womb…much! Resisting reality and the inevitable, she entered this world two weeks later.
on a digital tour,
a last summer visit –
family album
reminiscing the past
babies no more
(c) Tournesol ‘15
Inspired by:
sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread
© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)
I truly love this prompt!! it speaks to me and puts me right where I am in my life.
sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread
© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)
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She lived in the ancestral home by the river…not too long ago; this will be the first autumn without her.
by the river
last of the fallen leaves
gathered
floating in the current
memories of you and me
wintertime,
locking souvenirs –
frozen in time
(c) Tournesol ‘15
Inspired by:
suddenly,
the crickets
hush
(c) Jennifer Hu 2014
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and then,
the last leaf,
fallen
fallen
season’s end
downtrodden
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the sky exploded –
her spoon
half-way to her mouth
(c) Tournesol ’15
Still on the path of Jennifer Hu, from her collection: Final Thoughts (2014)
A sharp cry –
the tea kettle
can’t sing
(c) Jennifer Hu 2014
silly love songs
giddy teens croon
off-key
an Irish song
shower echoes off –key
ghosts shudder
tender love song
echoes from the shower –
soft cries
(c) Tournesol ’15
A different challenge at Carpe Diem today…we are to compose the hokku to complete this tan renga.
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where the waters flow afar
the village glows with sweet plum flowers (Anonymous)
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in her mind’s eye-
sucks the juice of that first plum,
her first born
© Tournesol ’15
back home
my river holds
the universe
© Tournesol`15
I couldn`t decide which so I added these as well:
the river-
stories from afar,
show and tell
my river
flows in different
shades of blue and green
the river
brings the world
to me
© Tournesol’15
menacing clouds burst
rampant river overflows
old dam gives in
like grandpa`s old sweater
unravels on his portly chest
© Tournesol ’15
I saw you walking,
daisy for the picking-but,
let the world see you
© Tournesol’15
A post at Chris at The Muscleheaded Blog made me think of a poem I read this week by Chiyo-Ni
nani kite mo
utsukushiku naru
tsukimi kana
beautiful
whatever we wear
moon viewing
(c) Chiyo-Ni
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sleepwalks
on a midsummer night
moonbeams
(c) Tournesol’15
