Poetry ~ Waka
Reading saves the night (troiku) Daily moments Oc 2/17
Tic toc
The night crawls
Toss and turning
Tic toc
Checking the time
Only 3 :00 AM?!
The night crawls
Light on on my tablet
Catchup on friend’s blogs
Tossing and turning
Anchored in worry
Reading chased away
© Tournesol’17/10/02
I am just thinking out loud here. I try not to delve to much into political rants but this has been bugging me for quite some time…
You know that wonderful tool “remote access” where someone takes possession of your computer? You know what I mean, right? It is like a person with IT capabilities, shrink themselves smaller than Tom Thumb and makes corrections on your computer. It is weird seeing that mouse point in all sorts of directions, letters showing up on your screen and you have not even touched the darn keyboard!! Right?
Now I wonder if this tool, “remote access” could be programmed with that leader south of here who seems to trump up on those 140 characters he tweets every day. Honestly, there should be an anti-trump-up (you know like an anti-virus) configured on every electronics he touches that can neutralize any stupid, discriminatory and dangerous to the nation and the world comment. That might save the nation from some of his blunders. As for his speeches, well that seems hopeless.
hopeless
growling like a rabid dog
in Washington
hopeless
waiting for the calm
caught in his tirades
growling like a rabid dog
people running for shelter
danger’s in the air
in Washington
living in a bad dream, like
1984
©Tournesol’17/09/29
temperatures plummet
cool breeze whistles
bonne nuit
temperatures plummet
even the cicadas
nature sleeps
cool breeze whistles
softly
twilight serenade
bonne nuit
catching up
stories of the night
~~~
heatwave lifts
embracing
silence in the home
roar of monsters sleep
until summer
©Tournesol’17/09/28
Daily moments – September 28 2017 silence of the fans
Driving to their summer cottage in July along that long twisting road filled vacationers with such excitement and promise. A year older since last summer, the girls and boys have blossomed, each with varied agenda…some fulfilling romantic dreams, others realizing hormonal packed fantasies…
winding road
summer’s burgeoning fruits
ripen in time
plucked under a full moon
succulent sighs trickle
their last kiss lingers
haunting the winding road home
September adieus
©Tournesol’17/09/28
Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt “winding road’.
Inspired by Kim’s haiku:
magic woolen yarn
leading us back to winter
the winding road home
©Kim M. Russell’17
mid-day melody
shrill of the cicadas
new autumn song
©Tournesol ‘17/09/27
It’s hard to believe on Sept 27/17 the forecast today is 31C and this image is the forecast in about three months down the road that can go down to -30C…Guess I won’t complain of the heat today.
Daily moments February 12 2017
(C) Clr’17
Hope mixed with despair
from my bedroom window
dreams beneath the snow
hope mixed with despair
buried under heavy layers
winter laughs at me
from my bedroom window
lull of rumbling snow ploughs
drifting off to sleep
dreams beneath the snow
fleeting thoughts of blossoms
tulips pierce the snow
(C)Tournesol’17/02/12
They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.
And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.
After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.
by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by
by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins
sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday
folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie
©Tournesol’17/09/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin
sinking deeper
well of uncertainty
darkness cradles me
sinking deeper
gravity takes control
mocking me
well of uncertainty
taunting me with promise
empty like the well
darkness cradles me
acquiescent and submissive
I sleep
I sleep
fingers pointing
a mother’s look
mocking and contriving
faces in my dreams
cringing with self-doubt
know not what to do
praying to wake up
shrill of morning calling
finally in the greyness
dependable
is my darkness
holding me together
©Tournesol’17/09/26
high school reunion
footloose on the dance floor
cowboy split his pants
©Tournesol’17/09/25
thunderstorm
breeds a welcome stillness
after power fails
reading by candlelight
sipping tepid tea
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html
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