Poetry ~ Waka
Such a beautiful family, she noticed in the tree by the river. The male and female along with the younger chick…beautiful red cardinals. They stayed throughout the year because of the birdfeeder. She loved sitting outside in the summer and hear them sing to her. Of course this was a multicultural tree and others birds claimed a section including woodpeckers who had their own temperament.
Darn woodpecker
drive those cardinals away
bossy pants!
© Tournesol ’15
The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing
all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects
© Tournesol ’15
Life as it should be
slow, painful, mystifying
and then there’s joy
and then there’s joy
life accelerates
in the end, there’s light
© Tournesol ’15
May is le mois de Marie. As a youth she loved this excuse to walk across the river hearing the metal on the soles of her shoes click click click like the dancers on Ed Sullivan AND on a school night to boot. Every evening, people would recite the Rosary.
pray for a while
tap-dance across the footbridge
evening walk home
© Tournesol ’15
beach house view
seagulls circle an old widow
muted wails
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bows solemnly
honouring life that was,
enters twilight
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© Tournesol ’15
Mother Nature’s gift
just in time for Mother’s Day
apple blossoms
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She walked in the nursing home looking for her mother. The nurse pointed to the old woman by the window in the rocking chair. She gasped! It was not enough dementia had robbed her of her mind…
shrivelled rose
lost in her robe
scents linger
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 