quiet of the night
swaddles me tenderly
in blessed silence
~
in blessed silence
I finally find voice
my soul whispers
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka
quiet of the night
swaddles me tenderly
in blessed silence
~
in blessed silence
I finally find voice
my soul whispers
© Tournesol ’15
Since I received a belated birthday bouquet of roses today, it is only common sense to write about that. After all, we are far from seeing any budding blossoms here and these are my first flowers of 2015. The fragrance of roses is that much sweeter when given with love from a child…another special day.
on a March day
searching for blossoms
Mother’s birthday
Mother’s birthday
celebrating decades
scent of a rose
scent of a rose
mother weeps with joy
counts her blessings
© Tournesol ’15
embracing cascades
spilling into dark waters,
release her despair
seeking refuge
leans over the footbridge,
faith holds her back
© Tournesol ’15

beware! tongues of fame
slyly twist words of passion
giving glory to war
~~~
folks who wag their tongues
selfishly seeking fame
feed war among friends

gossiping rooks
seeking attention and fame
wage wars of feathers
© Tournesol’15
RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #33 Fame&War | ronovanwrites//
I struggled with this one and am just putting this out there. Something to work on.
by soft candlelight
opens his heart with passion,
pens with feathered quill
or
by dancing flame
unleashes his love for her,
with feathered quill
or
under dim light
opens his vulnerable heart,
pens with feathered quill
or
under candlelight
declares unfettered love
with feathered quill
© Tournesol ’15
a lovely haiku and for those who are interested in writing more, the writer had even noted the steps for a Classical Haiku.
Done for Carpe Diem. We are to:
Describe a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown into water;
2. use 5-7-5 syllables;
3. Use a kigo (or seasonword);
4. Use a kireji (or cuttingword);
5. Sometimes a deeper spiritual or Zen-Buddhistic meaning;
6. First and third line are interchangeable.

This is a re-work of a haiku from my archives. 🙂
Empty Shells
night of thunderstorm
crushing on billowing waves
tiny empty shells
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 11/03/15I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
Mountain view
city lights at night
victim of beauty
© Tournesol ’15
waves in the sky
March winds blow her hat off
rolling clouds
(c) Tournesol ’15
Back to Basics – Carpe Diem Writing Techniques
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holding folded flag
bugle sounds that tap the soul
weeping for her son
*
weeping for her son
honour does not spare a life,
curses every war
(c) Tournesol ’15
A lovely gift from Italy:)
a sunflower
flies towards freedom
through sky and sea
© G.s.k. ‘15
A very happy birthday to you dear Tournesol and may you find many lovely rainbows!