dandelion dandelion
on the sandy beach
spring opens its eyes © Ogiwara Seisensui
children building sandcastles
seagulls sing off key © Tournesol’17
dandelion dandelion (Ogiwara Seisensui) Tan Renga
Category: Haiku
leaves float away (Dolores Fegan) (Tan Renga)
autumn evening
like whispered prayers
leaves float away © Dolores
day drawing to a close
hoot of an owl
©Tournesol’17
Daily Moments – May 17 2017 Lilac trees (Troibun)
The ride home last night was a bit annoying. People talked too loudly on the Métro and the bus; the scent of ingested brew permeated the bus and by the time she stood in line to get off, a young man (clueless and tipsy) staggered backwards on her left foot…yes, she was wearing sandals. However, stepping off the bus made it all go away…
pleasant breeze
enchanting scents float
lilac blossoms
pleasant breeze
cool and refreshing
washed away old scents
enchanting scents float
facing the bus station
five lilac trees
lilac blossoms
graceful and alluring
sway erotically
©Tournesol’17/05/07
Daily Moments May 17 2017 – lilac trees (troibun)
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, see at his blog,Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Daily Moments – reflections of spring – May 15/17 (Troibun)
Spring is really here, she thinks as she walks along the boulevard. Finally, lawns are brightening from last season’s slumber. Dandelions are starting to poke their heads here and there, a sure sign of warmer times to come. Such a treat to walk outside in lighter clothes, no longer the weight of winter coats and fur lined boots, she ponders as she sneezes and wipes her teary eyes.
scents
tickling her nose
fresh cut grass
scents
warming her heart
roses for Mother
tickling her nose
along the roadside
dandelions giggle
fresh cut grass
summer in the horizon –
grating lawn mowers
©Tournesol’17/05/15
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where you will see daily meme for waka.
Written for Haiku Horizons: Road & my
Daily Moments – May 13, 2017 – Mother’s Day (haibun)
(c)Clr17
© Clr ’14/12/13
Oli-G Nov 7/78
(c) Clr ’15
Colombe – Bette – Mom- Nanny June 26. 1926 – Dec 2, 2014
© Clr’15 Dreamers
(c)Clr’14
© Clr’15
© Clr’17
Flowers are lovely gifts and some are fragrant and sweet. Treated to a brunch or dinner is nice too. If the weather stays mild, BBQ’s are the rage for many families as well. But deep down all I need to really hear is, “I love you, Mom.” This is a set of words in any language, that goes straight to the heart.
So, you know those commercials that tug at your heartstrings…and the hallmark cards that seem to say it better than you…don’t worry…they don’t say it better! Just those four little words are more than you know and poetry to the ears of any mother…trust me.
This is a weekend, ever since I can remember, I would use the English language and try to share my thoughts and feelings that filled my heart. This was a time I may have rhymed a line or two but mostly, I’d tell her how much she is important to me.
Time to visit her new home and set some flowers and say a few words. Tell her how much she is missed and in my thoughts every single day.
I am thankful for the love she swaddled me in as an infant. I am grateful she looked at me and saw only beauty and success. How could I not succeed in life with such confidence in me, she mirrored each and every day?!
I’m so happy she was there every step of the way even when I had my babies. She taught me how to bathe them and gave me permission to be a tigress and hold them as long as they needed me and showed me that was true mothering and loving, not spoiling at all.
I’m glad my children were blessed with the greatest Nanny on earth, who made them laugh and kissed their bobos too.
I still remember one Mother’s Day morning being served a sweet breakfast of (uncooked) chocolate pudding and I’ve never managed to make anything quite as delicious.
So maybe this weekend I will look at old movies and play old tunes that she loved so much…definitely, sounds like a plan for the weekend.
missing you
today and tomorrow
‘til we meet again
sliding down a rainbow – or,
swinging on a brilliant star
Until then, keep visiting me as a blue butterfly; keep making signals on my mobile phone, tickle me in my ear or visit me in my dreams.
©Tournesol’17/05/12
Daily Moments – May 13, 2017 – Mother’s Day (haibun)
Written for Mother’s Day AND LindaGHill’s Friday reminder and prompt for SoCS May 13, 2017: Language
Happy Mother’s Day, Linda!
Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed day (Troibun)
Awakening to the bright sunshine allowed her to take this to mean it would be a hopeful day. Finally a pleasant spring day in May, compared to the cool damp day the days before.
sun shining
belated sprouts triumph
luminosity
sun shining
glowing
with good intentions
belated sprouts triumph
respecting delicate ties
reborn again
luminosity
building strength
weathering storms
As she walked out the door to catch her bus, the sky was overcast. Slightly disappointed, she sighed and checked her mailbox and a glow of sunshine reappeared.
avid reader smiles
a poet, writer…
long distance friend
turning to the first page
she takes a deep breath
Whispering the first line… “Don’t forget to breathe”. BLUR, by Sreejit Poole, 2016
©Tournesol;’17/05/12
Blur by Sreejit Poole, 2016 – Amazon – Canada – Amazon – USA
Sreejit Poole is also a poet and blogger you can visit at TheSeekersDungeon
Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed days (Troibun)
first autumn morning (tan renga)
first autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.
© Murakami Kijo
hesitantly whispers
Who are you?
©Tournesol’17/05/10
silent steps (tan renga)
silent steps –
one more candle illuminates
the old chapel
© Ese
soft clicking of high heels
echo from nowhere
©Tournesol’147/05/10
Temporary yet lasting (troiku)
(troiku)
Life’s a masquerade
springtime’s new chapter
temporary ruse
life’s a masquerade
dressed in floral camouflage
pink pedal pushers
springtime’s new chapter
arousing and illicit
scent of fresh ink
temporary ruse
despite its transience
forever memoirs
©Tournesol’17/05/09
Daily Moments May 9 2017
perfum d’espoir (troibun)
There is nothing like the feeling of rich dark soil slip through your fingers when planting a garden. Gloves will only rob you of that sense of life at your fingertips. Think about the erotic sensation of a piece of cheese cake or decadent truffles; feel the smooth richness on your tongue…
arching their bodies
nature’s sweet arousal
nestling in its moistness
in and out, in and out
worms surrender blissfully
autumn’s last harvest
winter’s table scraps
black gold of gardeners
autumn’s last harvest
feeding sod nutrients
leftover leaves
winter’s table scraps
Mother Nature’s caviar
salivating worms
black gold of gardeners
putrefying stench
parfum de la vie
©Tournesol’17/05/09
A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Written for Poetics Tuesday Dverse-Poetics Pub- Soil Poetics
Today at DversePoetsPub, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Poetics wants you to write poetry about soil. This is what he says:
“To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I both love and hate the scent of mulch. I love the growth and fear decay. I love to walk barefoot in warm dirt, but afterwards I wash my feet.
Soil gives grain for bread, but when the weather fails we die of hunger.
Soil is friend and foe.
There are many synonyms for soil: mulch and compost, dirt and grime, earth and ground all reflect the soil and various values we attribute to its worth.
Soil can be metaphors for land and country, for home and nations. For war and peace and for the roots of trees.
Taste the soil or bite the dust, bring me poetry from what you sense in soil.
Be gravedigger or gardener, be soil of your origin and dig it deep.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 