Poetry ~ Waka
Photo credits: Totoiriyaasagao Hiroshige at Wikipedia Commons
Morning glories
dawn unfolds such beauty
the old nun prays
the old nun prays
loving memories soothe
dusk awaits
© Tournesol ’15
priest and morning glory
how many times reincarnated
under pine tree law
© Basho
in deep silence
under the cherry tree
a young priest
© Chèvrefeuille
Late in the night, after her shift she walked through the bush, her shortcut to the Métro. As she stepped onto the deserted street she could not help but notice a huge light beam down at her. She looked up and saw it smile at her. She stood moments in awe, enthralled by the magnificence of its beauty. Surely this was a sign…a blessing for her week.
Showered with grace
moonbeams ignite lone path
echoes a mantra
© Tournesol ’15
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.” ― Albert Einstein.
Fear not dear one
you know no limits
the world awaits
discover
learn, flower like a lotus
risk loving
world`s here for you
help to mend your broken heart
cheer you to go on
no boundaries
no limits that will bar you
believe in you
your potentiials
your power to rise
undying love
love amply
you will be loved
passionately
follow your heart
not the crowd who’s stuck
march further
seek curiously
live life like no tomorrows
believe in you.
© Tournesol`15
She follows the inspector like a mid-day shadow. He scratches on his notepad, silently walking the perimeter of the weather-beaten house. It leans more towards the river now. She sighs with a heavy heart, not realizing how time and weather has bent the ancestral abode.
weighed memories
sagging shoulders slope
weathered house bows
by the bank
feeder swings on rusted wire
lives perch
© Tournesol ’15
Written for Carp Diem “Weatherbeaten” meme
Glorious sunshine
captivates to distraction
stumbles on sidewalk
stumbles on sidewalk
sunshine infuses content
despite bitter winds
© Tournesol ’15
Y is for yesterday like yesteryear, the past. Such a word brings up so many different meanings. You walk into the office ready for that meeting you had been prepping for the past three weeks; the administrative assistance looks at you wide-eyed when you ask which room was reserved for said meeting. Stammering somewhat, she tells you it was “yesterday”…palm to forehead you jammed it so hard you are left with a red mark for a few hours and a splitting headache.
Poets and writers use this word with such passion; we do too especially if we are mourning a lost love, we feel pain and sadness at first. Later, hopefully, we can reminisce of sweet memories of yesterday’s precious moments.
And one cannot …EVER…forget the first loves of your youth…
(tanka)
Ah pure innocence!
yesterday, was such a fool
butterfly wings
loving you with heart and soul
like no…
View original post 233 more words
Purity made me think of Robert Munsch’s book “I love you Forever” which is a classic. You can read up more here and click on the sound and Munsch narrates his book…we never outgrow this book.
“I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
as long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.”
© Robert Munsch
tendresse pure
nourrisson dans son berceau
l’amour d’une maman
~
pure tenderness
newborn in his cradle
a mother’s love
© Tournesol ’15
purity of heart
comfort’s a privilege
no questions asked
© Tournesol ’15
123rt.com bowling pins under cloudy sky
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!! She cowered and ran into her grandmother’s bedroom and dives under a pillow to block the rumble of the thunder. Her grandmother was counting the seconds between each lightening and each clap of thunder to gauge the distance of each lightning.
“N’aie-pas peur, ma belle poule aux oeufs d’or; les éclairs sont loins…il n’y a pas de danger. ” Her grandmother was looking out the window in the veranda and called her grand-daughter to come see. She told her a story that changed her outlook on thunder forever.
“When GrandPapa died last year, I had no money to support myself and so he found a way up in heaven to raise money for me. He joined the heavenly bowling league and plays for money. When you hear the thunder those are the bowling pins you hear and when you hear that huge thunderclap just a few minutes ago, well, that is a strike so I will be getting a nice fat pension this month! ”
Flash of lightning
rumble of the thunderbolt
blessing from heaven
© Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special, Kala Ramesh’s fifth haiku “thunderclap”
thunderclap
the darkening sky splits
into liquid night
© Kala Ramesh
*******
hot summer day
battle between thunder and lightning
ah! cool summer rain
© Chèvrefeuille
Since she was a young child she would often whisper a short prayer on her way to school such as The Lord’s Prayer with the image of her grandfather in her mind’s eye and this practice continued as an adult on her way to work. In the past year she has been chanting her personal mantra with the image of Amma; sometimes her grandmother’s and mother’s images seem to slip in without her control.
Now she simply begins her mantra with the image of Amma and if her grandmother and mother want to slip in, she just goes with the flow. It is a wonderful way to start her day at work. In many ways she feels protected from some of the pain and suffering of her daily work.
scans the heavens
chanting her mantra
filled with devotion
filled with devotion
three mothers protect her
love bursts in tears
(c) Tournesol ’15
