
hands merge
twelve chimes the clock
heavens alight
twelve chimes the clock
hugs, kisses and cheers
Bonne Année
heavens alight
streams of gems fizz
revelers toast
© Tournesol ’14
Poetry ~ Waka

hands merge
twelve chimes the clock
heavens alight
twelve chimes the clock
hugs, kisses and cheers
Bonne Année
heavens alight
streams of gems fizz
revelers toast
© Tournesol ’14

Many farmers give directions very differently than city people are accustomed to. Living in a very small town we would chuckle a bit when asking for directions when looking for directions to get the best sweet corn or my favourite apples that were usually the first category that came out early in the season…Lobo of course, juicy and tart they made your lips pucker.
Directions were often turn left at the red silo and at the fork keep to your right until you get to the Old School House make a sharp left behind the speed limit sign…careful now, you might miss it if you are admiring that old school…city folks are always dazzled by that plain old building. Now keep on going until you get to the Willow Tree. If your windows are open you should smell the lavender field just over the hill. Across the road a fair bit, Fontaine’s tractor should be parked with his trailer full of fresh picked corn of the morning and the afternoon if you come by before supper.
Our host has given us one last haiku by Richard Wright:
keep straight down this block,
then turn right where you will find
a peach tree blooming © Richard Wright
This is to inspire us to write in that same tone…the blossoms made me think of various scents of certain trees and plants blossoming. How fitting to include the poignant and soothing scent of lavender!
I have included a link here, describing Mr. Pellerin’s story on how he started his venture in the largest lavender farm, Bleu Lavande, in Canada and second largest in North America. I find his story fascinating. His farm is situated in the Eastern Townships about an hour and half drive from Montreal.
passed the Willow tree
just over the hill, explosion
of lavender
© Tournesol ’14
Blades cutting,
lovers embraced skate
under the stars
lovers embraced skate
searching for the full moon
behind the clouds
under the stars
lovers make promises
beneath the Milky Way
© Tournesol ’14

December 23rd, the temperatures rose over 10 degrees Celsius. It was springtime weather at the end of December. Two days of rain cleaned the streets, sullied snow banks and melted most of the snow. Makes it doubly hard for half-doubters..one of my three grandsons… to still believe but painstaking stories, Crosby’s songs and want-to-believe children makes it still happen…one more year.
© Tournesol ’14
Carpe Diem White Christmas

© Tournesol ’14
Vincent van Gogh said about this painting : "... it does me good to do what’s difficult. That doesn’t stop me having a tremendous need for, shall I say the word — for religion — so I go outside at night to paint the stars"

© Tournesol ’14
Sheer exaltation,
universality greets
love …a brief moment.
© Tournesol ’14

(an essence )
peace on earth’s everything
cheer the birth, new-born king
pure of heart, Prince of kind
plays a part with you in mind
filled with mirth, rejoicing
peace on earth’s everything.
(shadorma)
angels hail,
Prince of peace is born
cleanse your souls
open hearts
renew your vows of kindness
compassion triumphs.
© Tournesol ’14
We have the option of writing a Shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5) – or an Essence created by Emily Romano.
An “Essence” consists of two lines of six syllables each. There is an end rhyme (rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme (rhyme in the middle of the line).
BJ Shadorma and Beyond at MindLovemiserysMenagerie
Flash mob concerts always make me weep, they’re so beautiful!