finally
smelling
spring in the air
grey skies
form a mist
cooling my face
snow melts in patches
after a long winter’s sleep
making room to breathe
©Tournesol’17/03/2/
Daily Moments March 28 2017 At last spring (Haiku)
Category: Haiku
child’s play (senryu)
playing outdoors
giggling at grasshoppers
tickling their hands
tickling their hands
dandelions for Mommy
beaming with love
©Tournesol’17/03/27
springtime dreams ~ Daily Moments 17/03/25
first spring weekend
blustery winds proclaim the new
season’s grand entrance
winter hangs on tirelessly
snowflakes on my cheek
dreaming of cycling
trails along the river
snow covered bike
©Tournesol’17/03/25
Daily moments springtime dreams (soliloquy no renga)
March 25, 2017
Performance in the sky (haiku)
crimson skies wane
sparrows’ songs slowly fade
casting shadows
casting shadows
nature waits in mute patience
dancing of the stars
©Tournesol’17/03/24
Inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
one gru at a time (haibun)
Once there was a boy who walked along the beach with his grandfather. The boy could barely match his tall grandfather’s gait but he did not give up, jumping and skipping next to him sticking his chest out when he caught up to him.
They approached some drift wood and GrandPapa led the little one to sit by him and watch the waves forming rows and rows of petticoats. “Ah, cela me fait souvenir des bons moments quand ta mamie était toute jeune.” He sighed and appeared to be in his own world for a long time. Jonathan was only half listening to his grandfather because he often talked about times that he knew very little about.
He started fidgeting from sitting for too long and fell to his knees taking handfuls of sand and putting his ear to it as he slowly let the sand sift through his fingers. GrandPapa looked at Johnathan and started chuckling. He asked him, why he was putting the sand to his ear like that.
His grandson looked up at his grandfather with a slight air of annoyance. « Bien voyons, GrandPapa. J’écoute. Mon prof m’a dit que dans le sable il y a des milliers d’histoires…alors, j’écoute »
waves carry tomes
drifting from faraway
yesteryear’s tales
©Tournesol’17/03/24
Translations:
Ah, cela me fait souvenir des bons moments quand ta mamie était toute jeune. Ah, that brings wonderful moments to mind when your nana was very young. Bien voyons, GrandPapa, J’écoute. Mon prof m’a dit que dans le sable il y a des milliers d’histoires…alors, j’écoute » Come now, Grandpa, I’m listening. My teacher told me that in the sand, there are millions of stories…so, I’m listening.” N.B. in French "histoire" means story but also history.
A waka story …once upon a time (haibun) ~ TheSecretKeeper
Once upon a time, there lived an old English professor who retired in a small cottage in a village by the Arabian Sea with his wife. With this new free time, he could now delve in his passion and became a great poet. He spent his days at the kitchen table writing smart anecdotes about this and that and everything else.
Sometimes, if he was searching for the right word, his eyes would wander out the window at the gardener, sitting among the moon flowers, hyacinth and jasmine, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her babies. His secret love for her had never changed, even after 50 years.
Evenings, the elderly couple liked catching the international news . Today was especially important to learn the results of the presidential election in that foreign country called U.S.A.
He stared, dumbfounded at the name of the new president elect and could not believe his ears! “The world, as we know it, with this boorish leader, Flora, will never be the same,” he whispered, “I’m afraid this man’s greed and narcissism combined, will have voters climbing the walls to escape the wrath of this man.”
scent of jasmine
away from toxic meadows
calming and healing
©Tournesol’17/03/22
Written for SecretKeeper – 5 word prompt: | CLIMB | CATCH | SMART | VOTE | POET |
searching (troiku)
amid the lilacs
blindly searching
her fragrance
amid the lilacs
memories stir
her gentle smile
blindly searching
under the full moon
lilt of her voice
her fragrance
revisited
from heaven
©Tournesol’17/03/20
This Troiku [ a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai] was written for Haiku Horizons.
cat’s eyes (troibun)
Which tree will the hummingbird choose this year, she wonders, looking out the window from her dining room. Rocking in her old maple chair, the constant groan is weighing on her eyelids. Suddenly, eyes widen as a bird sets on her balcony.
starling sings her song
dawn of spring
cat’s eyes follow
starling sings her song
pre-season rehearsal
practice makes perfect
dawn of spring
sun melts snow
earth finally revealed
cat’s eyes follow
on the windowsill
sleepy fly stirs
©Tournesol’17/03/20
Written for:
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserys Menagerie
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. To learn more how to write a troiku, click
sparrows wait (troibun)
I think I`ll reblog this since it gives hope that spring will come…some day [sighs]
Such a lovely spring day to be in a park. An old couple sit on a park bench. The man leans on his cane, watching his life partner talk to the birds. Gnarled fingers toss seeds to the pigeons, then places a plastic bowl filled with seeds under the bench where grateful sparrows wait.
cycling by the park
boy holding tight,
kite on a string
cycling by the park
child hangs on the monkey bar
squeak of swings
boy holding tight,
hand on her swollen belly
teeter-totter moans
kite on a string
dancing on blue canvas
how the wind sings!
© Tournesol ’16-05-15
(100 words)
Written for Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.
We are asked to write a haibun of 100 words with the theme the circle of life. I chose to include a troiku making my narrative and haiku a troibun. To see what a troiku is, check…
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in their eyes (Haiga)
spirits warmed
despite arctic winds
light of the full moon
(c) Tournesol’17
Haiku Horizons – Light
Tournesol dans un Jardin 