Poetry ~ Waka
what am I?
in the cosmos
a spec of dust
what am I?
taking up space
and to what end?
in the cosmos
fighting to stay alive
all living things
a spec of dust
in a vacuum
of uncertainties
©Tournesol’ 17/12/08
Daily Moments – uncertainty of Life – December 8, 2017
Icicles hang
beneath the boardwalk
the lonely ocean
Icicles hang
waiting
for the storm
beneath the boardwalk
a child’s pail and shovel
forgotten
the lonely ocean
too many fish
are dying
©Tournesol’17/12/04
(troiku)
early morning start
Monday in the city
people watching
early morning start
unaccustomed
autumn dark skies
Monday in the city
rush hour push and shove
coins drop in tin cup
people watching
one by one they shuffle by
empty cups in hand
©Tournesol’17/12/03
On this day three years ago I had dreamed half the night. The dream of my mother and I trying to save a dying child. Each time I woke up shocked by the dream, I would go back to sleep and dream the exact same scene…3 times until I could no long sleep. I waited until sunrise and called the nursing home to ask how my mother was. The nurse said, « Viens vite, il ne lui reste plus grand temps.»
I no longer had a car since the fall and called a taxi. It was snowing lightly and it was very cold. The sky was so grey and morbid. I talked all the way down with the taxi driver. His mother had recently passed…
She used every means to get me by her side…I will be forever thankful and she passed a little after midnight…
you poked me
three times
I was by your side
one last time …you looked at me
passing to the other side
missing you
embraced by your soothing voice
telling me each time
I love you darling –
don’t forget your Hail Mary’s
never too old
j’suis toujours ton bébé
miss you Mom…
©Tournesol’17/12/01
no more elevator music on your shopping sprees
spitting Christmas carols like popcorn
lyrics barely touch the souls
push, shove, grabbing the best deal
toddlers missed their mid-day nap
wailing in this zoo
©Tournesol ’17/11/30
The spring after her mother’s death, a butterfly would greet her daily on her way to work. Walking through the bushes behind the building, she would stop to admire the wild daisies and there on a blossom sat a blue butterfly. She knew it had to be her mother hanging around just a while longer. The thicket served as a rent-free haven. The Landlord upstairs understands how difficult it can be for those left behind. There is no right or wrong way to mourn…just takes time.
grief
surviving a great loss
her mother
wings of a butterfly
kissed her cheek
©Tournesol ‘17/11/30
Written for Weekly Writing Prompt #117 at SecretKeeper
Prompts: Wing wrong rent serve great
In memory of my hero, June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014
(troiku)
trace of autumn
wilting sunflower
lingers
trace of autumn
season closing in
darkness swells
wilting sunflower
falling to enrich
tomorrow’s garden
lingers
fading sun dips
to the other side
(tanka)
…on this muddy path
rich with fallen leaves
times remembered
walking solo on this journey
winter beckons
©Tournesol’17/11/30
Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30 and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
November 29th Birthday wishes to three friends
What joy to see I had three friends to wish them joy on their birthdays today…
(tanka)
as the sun rises
thousands of birds migrate
on Loktak Lake
the wind whistles through the trees
birthday wishes…
friends are forever
whether near or far away
Saint Lawrence seaway
to the Pacific Ocean
echoing birthday blessings
(naani)
as I meditate on those days
two women discussing life through tears and laughter
growing spiritually more and more each day
learning from each other – old souls connecting
wishing my friend a blessed birthday
today is her lucky year
may the sun rise and set
smiling on her each day…
©Tournesol’17/11/29
(a cherita)
even the sky seizes
sun rays hold steady
on a pale blue backdrop
tiny icicles form
eyelashes melt in liquid blue
exhaling white clouds
©Tournesol’17/11/28
or the above moment in Waka:
even the sky seizes
on a pale blue backdrop
sun rays hold steady
tiny icicles form
melting in liquid blues
exhaling white clouds
©Tournesol’17/11/28
Written for Micro Poetry Month #28
summer breeze
through the window
quivering blossoms
summer breeze
rustling leaves
muffling moans
through the window
nature procreates
caterwauls
quivering blossoms
stems gyrate with the wind
pure delight
©Tournesol ‘17/11/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Breeze
Tournesol dans un Jardin 