Poetry ~ Waka
never alone
today He made sure of that
all is forgiven
never alone
look up at the night sky
stars speak in sign
today He made sure of that
the greatest sacrifice
for all mankind
all is forgiven
He is within your heart
you ARE worthy
©Tournesol ’18/03/31 Good Friday (Troiku)
Daily Moments March 31 2018
Last week I was at the dentist and I overheard a little 3 yr old refusing to let the dental hygienist clean her teeth and it brought me back to times I would let my grandson brush my teeth so I could brush his…seems like yesterday!
time.
it all depends on who you asks
Is it slow or fast?
©Tournesol’18/03/31
Staggers on city streets dilated pupils
Leaning on folks pleading for twonies
Women and seniors look away warily
Begging turns to taunting
Pedestrians shrink away
Looking for a peaceful place
Today I was walking downtown on St Catherine Street in Montreal and a panhandler was harassing people on the sidewalk, leaning in close to them, blocking their way so they could not walk and I started walking a bit slower to be closer to other pedestrians. Then I noticed he was harassing an elderly man walking with a cane. The man lifted his cane out of desperation and froze a moment telling the man to stop bothering him. I stopped walking and watched to make sure the man was safe,cell in hand ready to call 911. [I was kicking myself for not having a can of hair spray or pepper spray in my pocket]. Finally the panhandler went onto another pedestrian.
I went into the Eaton Centre and walked towards the food court and crossed the man with the cane. I told him I was happy he was able to get away from that man who was bothering him. “Oh, you saw that, did you?” He seemed pleased that he was actually not alone for those tense moments. I felt an immediate bond…older folks feeling a bit intimidated with situations due to our age and inability to run away fast enough.
(C) Tournesol’18-03-29
sun kissed cheek
March winds make me shiver
smell of spring at last
©Tournesol ’18/03/28
Daily Moments – March 28 2018
She tossed and turned throughout the night; her mind was filled with do’s and should’s. A cluttered mind is like a cluttered house. Time to clear out the closets, empty drawers and sort out the junk from the good. How often do we hold something in our hands and ponder for a split second and end up tossing it in a drawer or the bottom of a closet? Often times between season’s change, that same item is found and tossed into the trash. Ah, yes, she finds a cluttered mind is often a sign it is time to do some serious spring cleaning…how therapeutic it can be and at the same time, a clean home is her reward.
cluttered minds
toss and turn all thru the night
spring approaches
cluttered minds
dust bunnies and bread crumbs
hanging on to yore
toss and turn all thru the night
cat chasing its tail
hoot of the night owl
spring approaches
out with the old making room
a renaissance
© Tournesol ‘18/03/17 Daily Moments fool s journey Troibun
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille; I termed the haibun of a Troiku, a troibun.
Everyone needs a place to unload their burdens, their sorrows and pain. One must find a way to rejuvenate each morsel of compassion and move on to another day.
Her mind is in a haze
Thoughts flutter,
Fly away
To another hemisphere
A land of superlatives
Where grass is greener
Than emerald stones
The sky is bluer
Than her children’s eyes
The earth is heaven
Blossoms opening
At each sunrise
If only
She could write
Find the words
share with the world
So precious is this haven
Delicious are each berry
Trees carry leaves of silk
Dandelions smell so sweet
Who knew
Such places could exist?
Was this a dream?
Aw but no time to pinch
Awakening the chaos
Greyness hiding beauty
She’ll stay awhile
Inhale each fragrance
And cleanse her soul
Her mind be filled with love
Her soul exhales forgiveness
Her heart beats to compassion
From murky waters
Goodness leads the way
A lotus blossoms
(c) Tournesol’18-03-10
Daily Moments. March 10/18. Goodness always reigns (Haibun)
Walking on a cloud of dreams
musts, shoulds and wanta be’s
rewind all the do’s and don’ts
wondering how many really
did the damage, cause the hurt
leaning alone to count
how my heart bleeds with such sorrow
looking for that missing piece
keep us whole not incomplete
will I ever see us whole again?
How much time for the mending
twine that binds us all together
broken hearts and injured egos
threading masking all despair
walking on a cloud of dreams
memories passed of long ago
stirs an ache, awakens screams
wishing for a brighter morrow
walking on a cloud of dreams
praying for better tomorrows
Continue reading “cloud of dreams(haibun) daily moments March 5th 2018”
Today our host and mentor at CarpeDiemHaikuKai invites us to take part in a renga party.
Chevrefeuille says: “ I love to use, was written in Autumn 1689. The title for this renga is: “best for seeing the moon”. As the title of this renga tells us the haiku is a real autumn verse. As you (maybe) know the moon is a seasonword for autumn. In Japan they find the moon of autumn the most beautiful and there are lot of haiku written with the autumn moon. The moon was (and is still) a seasonword for autumn. In my country, The Netherlands, poets find the moon of winter the most beautiful. Maybe that’s true, but as a haiku poet I find the moon of autumn the most beautiful and spectacular. Why? I can’t say why it’s a feeling. Maybe it’s because of my interest in the classical haiku, maybe it’s because the Japanese haiku poets have written such beautiful haiku about the autumn moon.
Here is the haiku, the hokku of this renga party, by Basho:”
let’s visit the places
best for seeing the moon
sleeping on a journey
©Matsuo Basho
dreaming of yesteryear
that last September kiss
soft lips
pressing urgently
leaf on her shoulder
©Tournesol’18/03/04
Walking on her usual path to the bus stop, she rolls her beaded bracelet with two fingers, whispering. At first she looks up at the sky, then notices the trees and branches waving shyly. Images of Amma floats in front of her, smiling…always smiling. Her mind is like a field of bumper cars going, coming and crashing. She has to slow down and whisper louder to block the distractions that clutter her mind.
After several series, she is in her own world, sitting on the bus, watching the ice patches floating on the Saint Lawrence. Another mega bridge is being built parallel to the one the bus is crossing. All those men working in the cold. She shivers at the thought.
clouds holding secrets
Mother Nature knows
Snow, rain or hail
clouds holding secrets
Chaos in the world
Tears from heaven
Mother Nature knows
How it will all end
Sins we committed
Snow, rain or hail
March wavers tween two seasons
always be prepared
© Tournesol’18/03/04
Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt is hail
Daily Moments – Sunday reflections – (troibun) A troibun is a term I use to term a haibun but rather than having haiku within the text, I have a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai
Where are you?
I’ve searched high and low
Sat waiting patiently
And still…no show
My mind is still cluttered
Perhaps that is why
Can’t wait for fingers
On the keyboard to fly
Where are you?
I’ll sit by my laptop
And wait for a sign
Come visit, my muse
Nature’s Bulletin (haiku)
Whispering wind
giddy sparrows sing
spring is near
©Tournesol ‘18/03/04
Daily moments March 3/18
Tournesol dans un Jardin 