Poetry ~ Waka
sunflower bows
ragdoll in the rain storm
puddles mimic life
alone on the beach
waves try to drown memoirs
making love triumphs
seagulls mock
tears of joy flow in rain storm
vanish like lightning
cool mountain breeze
peony petals flutter
nightingale sings
(c) Tournesol ’15
changing shades of puffs
sun kissed sky dawns
birds tuck me in
(c) Tournesol ’15
autumn wind blows
worm chomps on fallen apple
early bird smiles
(c)Tournesol
Beautiful is the sky
spring is here at last
sun smiles at me
chasing sunsets
running, how desperate am I!
dusk beats me
quiet night
newborn finally stops crying
hush!
© Tournesol ’15
sits in wait as one,
caterpillar melts with nature
maturing
filled with life,
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly takes wing
© Tournesol ’15
on highland
gathering purple heather
bleating sheep
© Tournesol ’15
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santé printemps!
saké sous le cerisier
cascade des pétales
des milliers de fleurs
pluie de confetti
panamas roses
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toast to spring!
sake beneath the cherry tree
blossoms cascade
thousands of blossoms
confetti showers
pink panamas
(c) Tournesol ’15
spring radiates
stirring new beginnings
…and promise
© Tournesol ’15
Early in the morning, raindrops on fresh cut grass tickled her feet. She stopped a moment to listen to her friends chirp ‘bon matin’. Spade in one hand, box of marigolds in the other, she reached her vegetable garden. Kneeling at the edge, she set the spade aside. No need for metal when the earth was still loose and wet. Digging bare hands in the rich soil, the feel on her fingers made her feel alive; the earthy scents of soil, clay and last night’s drizzle awakened her sense of being. She planted the marigolds outlining the entire garden and got a whiff of the pungent, musky scent, pleasing to humans yet, repugnant to insects.
morning drizzle
oozes pleasant scents
petrichor
alluring scents,
insects run away
marigolds
© Tournesol ’15
CP Time Machine, ‘perfume’
feeling alone
in the woods around Edo –
just the autumn wind (Yozakura)
colorful leaves dancing
through the abondend city (Chèvrefeuille)
feeling alone
in the woods around Edo
just the autumn wind
whirlwind of panache
fleeting splash of colours
blurs cluttered minds
lost in a sea
self-pity
© Tournesol ’15
