Poetry ~ Waka
the sound of rain
baby’s
bedtime lullaby
~
the sound of rain
a thousand feet
tap dancing
~
the sound of rain
tat tat tat
on a metal roof
~
the sound of rain
tapping on the window
a cat yawns
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the sound of rain
angels in heaven
applauding
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai ~ The Sound of Rain
the sound of rain
drumming against the window
lovers’ serenade
the sound of rain
in the night
muffling their moans
drumming against the window
keeping in time
with their heartbeats
lovers’ serenade
tangle of limbs
spellbound
©Tournesol’17/02/15
Snow banks
adourning boulevards
after the snowstorm
snow banks
stretching to eternity
one giant wall
adourned boulevards
clean cut lines
understated chic
after the snowstorm
same redundant deep roar
all day long
(c) Tournesol’17
daily moments Feb 13/17 after the snowstorm
screaming in their heads
echoes of thunder in their sleep
deceived by nations
on alert for their children
skipping on a hidden shell
©Tournesol’17/02/12
Daily moments February 12 2017
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
I usually post six word story challenges on my other blog but it also inspired a haiku poem, so here it is.
The prompt at Six word Story is RAGE. I’ve written a sentence telling a story that ten inspired a Troiku, which is a new form of Haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
RAGE
Pray for nations whose leaders rage!
(Troiku)
good leaders listen
pulse of a nation
sifting thru filters
good leaders listen
people speak openly
together they build
pulse of a nation
erratic can turn to calm
sign of good counsel
sifting thru filters
taking down walls that block
communication
©Tournesol’17/02/11
or
Written for Six Word Story Challenge
In 2009 she moved to Montréal and the French translation of The Road by Cormac McCarthy(2006) had just come out. Her manager told her about the book, so she decided to read the original novel in English. It stunned her how her manager kept saying how many people enjoyed this book, so she pursued. Each chapter was still dark and depressing and by the time she finished the book all she could think was, “That was a waste of my time. I can think of many things to do to feel depressed that takes less energy.”
Now she is reading 1984, George Orwell (1949). She never read it in school or college like many of her colleagues but perhaps the timing is right. She started reading it in December but had to stop for awhile since it was so disturbing. It reminded her a bit of The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, another novel that took months to complete…so depressing but well written.
If one looks at the news, reads articles on the internet and the election results of her neighbours in the South, it all seems to come together in a very very bad way.
Troiku
The Road
nineteen-eighty-four
the spirit dies
The road
disturbing nightmare
abuse of power
nineteen-eighty-four
Trumped up lies
making history
the spirit dies
stripped of free thinking
in a shadow world
©Tournesol’17/02/11
Daily Moments – February 11 2017 – Dystopian Nightmare
among the bustle
trains, cars and buses
a beggar sits
a gift touches his cup
graced with silence
graced with silence
the eyes speak
a spirit touched
An image swims inside her head how one can truly touch the soul of a human being and they can respond silently with their eyes. Her heart is warm and filled with love. Do you hear it…screaming in the empty silence of the traffic? Do you hear the silent praise a mother shouts when her child comes home from school? Do you hear the echoes of refugees waiting in silent patience, the pain that touches us not enough?
in silence
meditating upon our sins
asking forgiveness
©Tournesol’17/02/10
I had noticed two different prompts with the words Silence at Writing Wednesday and Touch at Tale Weaver at MindLovesMisery and the image was in my head but not sure if I could write this in a story form or waka. My muse finally graced me silently with the answer with the first tanka and then, I just got carried away in silent contemplation. Cheryl-Lynn R.
evening
waves come into the cove
one at a time {Jane Reichold 2000}
silent mist sprays
over our nakedness
©Tournesol’17/02/10
sandals in petals
yet he’s so poor
his hat’s a sack {Matsuo Basho}
my starving artist
fills me plenty
©Tournesol’17/02/10
sleeping outdoors
with friends
summer constellations {Matsuo Basho}
backs on ticklish grass
seven sisters beaming
©Tournesol’17/02/10
comforting silence
swoosh of passing cars
sounds of life
alone I am – but,
still part of the living
©Tournesol’17/02/10
Alone (tanka) (Daily Moments Feb. 10 2017)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 