Poetry ~ Waka
Sun pales the sky
as I breathe the cool brisk air
puffs of smoke
autumn winds
leaves blowing on the road
the old man’s hat
(c) Tournesol ‘17-11-10
Daily moments – frigid day nov 19 /17 MicroPoetry Month #10
This morning I could only reflect “freely” on this and so these haiku are my writing freely. It finally went minus 5 C and snow covered the lives on the side of the streets. I had to take the plunge and wear my winter coat and warm scarf. brrrrrrrrr
This is a free verse written for MicroPoetry Month with the theme of “violence” in mind, reflections of a youth counsellor, followed by solo renga.
She listens with benevolence
their stories never told
the shame and guilt of violence
those tales so raw and bold
of adults spewing cunning lies
they violate ‘til she cries.
A pause ensues, she hears a sigh
despite attempts to offer hope
their stories make her cry
said tears bring no relief
some tales are just too hard to bear
she hears them in their grief;
the hardest tale of all to share
are secrets found in dark despair
illicit truths, unmasking lies
“You know I love you… Daddy cares.!”
she holds their secrets in her heart
and hopes the healing may finally start
tomorrow is another day
she knows it will soon start again
and she’ll be there to hear their say
in hopes to soothe the constant pain
if even for the briefest moment
expunge the grief away
(solo renga)
autumn leaves
left on the grounds
destroy emerald greens
remains left to decompose
destroy the life beneath
tending to debris
allows the earth to breath
thrive again in spring
©Tournesol ’17/11/09
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morning glory
garden graced with diamonds
winking at me
morning glory
sunbeams
on my window
garden graced with diamonds
touching every gently
ice melts in my hand
winking at me
follows me home safely
man on the moon
©Tournesol’17/11/08
This is a troiku, a new form of haiku created by Chevreveuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai Written for HaikuHorizons: Ice
November quest
kiku blossoms whispering
forget me not
In the cool autumn nights of November they stir in their beds. Not a sound is heard as they wiggle their way out breathing in one long inhalation of new life. Adorning their beds are yellow chrysanthemums slowly decaying from the cold winds. Yet, as they breathe upon them, life is restored and their stems straighten at attention and their blossoms billow.
(troiku)
roaming in the night
over fields of poppies
visiting loved ones
roaming in the night
startling
the old night owl
over fields of poppies
coming back
to be remembered
visiting loved ones
ever so gently
in their dreams
©Tournesol’17/11/08
*Kiku= Chrysanthemum in Japanese
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
Daily moments – never forgotten – November 8 2017
autumn sunshine
is that really you, Mom?
through my window
blinded by memories
holding my first born
proud Nanny
strutting with purpose
pushing an English pram
irresistible urges
pinching his chubby cheeks
time flashes by
grandson holds her frail hand
in a nursing home
Nanny just won’t let go
love always wins over
recalls for one split second
joys of grandmotherhood
searching nervously
in his liquid blues
it all comes back
dipping his tiny fingers
in his first birthday cake
©Tournesol’17/11/04
Daily moments – birthday memories November 7 2017
life’s unpredictable
change is inevitable
a constant you can count on
seasons follow nature’s course
the sun will always set
sunrise offers hope
©Tournesol’17 / 11 / 06 (140 characters)
At MicroPoetry Month November 4th, we are inspired by the naani poetry form.
autumn sunshine
misleading yet welcoming
memories of summer
blind my eyes
weekend respite
playing it by ear
unexpected family visit
heartened soul
birthdays come and gone
age just a number
feels like yesterday
my first born
©Tournesol ’17/11/04
I am enjoying MicroPoetry Month very much. Since I have not had much time to write as much lately, this offers me an opportunity to still write my “daily moments”reflections of my day in short forms. It is also a wonderful occasion to get out of my comfort zone and try other poetry forms outside of Waka.
NaaniNaani is one of Indian’s most popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets Dr. N.Gopi, presently working as vice-chancellor to Telugu University, Andhra Pradesh.
last call of the night
adjusts the volume hearing soft whimpering
listening to a new tale
shock and grief coats her sullen voice
listening with empathetic resignation
a story unfolds of love and loss.
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shuffling home slowly at one in the morning
my mind holds too many tales
I long for days of rest
three days I shall escape with my muse
writing to my heart’s content
while eating comfort food
©Tournesol’17/11/04
Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #3
Daily moments November 3 2017 Friday night hotlines
different shades of grey
misty skies and barren trees
autumn’s dark demise
lavish colours washed away
November’s final purge
wise ones flying south
joining other feathered friends
honking their goodbyes
© Tournesol’17/11/02
Daily Moments November 2, 2017
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