Poetry ~ Waka
Il marcha seul sur le bord de la rivière en se souvenant d’un temps lointain. Il tenait sa douce main et leurs lèvres se touchent une dernière fois.
rose miroité
rivière reflète l’adieu du soleil
soupçon de muguet traîne
© Tournesol ’15
Walking alone by the river he remembers this time years ago, holding her soft hand. They kissed one last time.
magenta glow
river mirrors sun’s adieu
scent of lily haunts
© Tournesol ’15
Near their campground was a huge strawberry field and every July the children would pile into the family car in the morning before the hot midsummer sun. Straw hats and lots of sunscreen, the children ran off to do their own thing with a feeling of self-importance and holding their own plastic buckets.
lost in bushes
child pokes his head smiling
strawberry lips
© Tournesol’15
Hokku:
Ah! those cherry blossoms
their beauty amazes me again –
finally spring is here
© Chèvrefeuille
soft petals come to life
puffs off the ocean
in all its glory
cherry blossoms boast
festooned Stanley Park
strolling through the park
birth of new relationships
lovers holding hands
pause, admire blossoms’ fair
dawn of spring fever
midsummer dreams
first kiss turns to lustful bliss
autumn weddings set
September comes and goes
couples seek shelter indoors
cozy fire crackles
lovers recall their first kiss
budding spring day
longing for romantic walks
beneath the cherry blossoms
© Tournesol ’15
One feels her warmth as she pulls you toward her chest and hugs you as if you are her child. Fragrance of roses wash over you despite the thousands who have already surrendered to her loving embrace…
thoughts linger
weightless, yet, fulfilling
silencing the mind
silencing the mind
scent of roses awaken
feeling her embrace
© Tournesol ’15
Society’s facade
developing countries’ tastes
linger unkindly
survival of the fittest
toxic metallic flavour
seek not with your mind
but mindfully with your heart
let go and be
love offers optimal light
quest of truth and compassion
beware of deceit
polished gems attract the weak
humility shines
© Tournesol ’15
Inspired by:
buds huddle by day
fragrance comes alive at night
affair with the moon
© Manjula Reddy
Scent of jasmine
fuel desires for more
lovers embrace
lovers embrace
river rapids roar
hushing their moans
© Tournesol ’15
Inspired by:
shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
By the river
chants message of love
scent of jasmine
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scent of jasmine
river rapids rush
flood her heart
© Tournesol ’15
Written by our host:
scent of Jasmine
sound of a gurgling brook
peace of mind
© Chèvrefeuille
pink peony
butterfly nips sweet nectar
soft petals curl
(c) Tournesol ’15
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.fi/2015/07/carpe-diem-time-machine-12-botan-peony.html
asamutsu ya tsukimi no tabi no ake banare
bridge of morning
a journey of moon-viewing
at dawn
© Basho
Our host has written:
in the thin line
as the night flows into the day
sun and moon together
© Chèvrefeuille
sun and moon dancing
as the night flows into the day –
a skylark’s song
© Chèvrefeuille
Here is my attempt:
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She reflects on her evening’s work; so many youths lost in suffering. It makes her think about life, her adult children and her grandson. Her heart filled with love as she walks back home late into the night.
At home, she sits and begins to write…a purging of thoughts flooding her screen that shines brightly like the full moon in the window. All these thoughts, suffering, doubts and concerns fill her screen as she turns her head towards the window, as if the moon has answers.
hushed contemplations
scrolls by light of the moon,
the early bird chirps
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
