giggling children
abandoned park
echoes timelessly
giggling children
smiles planted on their faces
no concept of time
abandoned park
savouring
the silence
echoes timelessly
that very first
moaning glory
©Tournesol ’17/01/18
Poetry ~ Waka
giggling children
abandoned park
echoes timelessly
giggling children
smiles planted on their faces
no concept of time
abandoned park
savouring
the silence
echoes timelessly
that very first
moaning glory
©Tournesol ’17/01/18
Walking to work is just after lunch for most people since she starts her work in the afternoon. She tries to leave earlier than usual so she can take different streets and walk slowly noticing the homes and parks along the way. Of course in winter with ice caked on the sidewalks forces her to truly walk slowly.
(troiku)
snowbound park
abandoned for a season
trees snore silently
snowbound park
smoke curling in the air
scent of apple trees
abandoned for a season
bicycle by the lamppost
gnarled fender rusts
trees snore silently
robin sings softly
a lullaby
©Tournesol’17/01/16
CDHK – The Piligrimage – “time”
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, click here to learn more.
I love this part of Coelho’s book. I can relate to the long journey of nine years studying to get my degree. And throughout that journey I learned so much more outside the classroom. I learned more about myself. I don’t think I would have become the person that I am if I would have crammed it all in three years full time.
Last summer I went on a road trip. Rather than take two days to drive to visit my family 600 Km away and continuing on another 200 km to relax by Lake Erie in a secluded village, I took four days to get to Lake Erie. I drove along the lake making the trip that much longer due to the route and having to drive slower since I was on a secondary route. I stopped at several places to sleep and met amazing people who have also traveled to many other countries. Staying at Airbnb’s that were humble homes, at affordable prices, I was able to get a taste of real living in some of the towns, getting to know the residents of each place…feeling more connected than having stayed at motels or hotels.
Just like my last trip at the end of December, I traveled to San Francisco only for two days before going on to a 4 day retreat in San José. I walked for hours despite the rain by the water and revisited many places as well as discovered new finds.
history relived
walking along similar paths
inhaling new insights
The retreat in San José was another experience as well since I had never attended a retreat completely alone. Within minutes at the end of the token line, I met someone who became my guide, my mentor and my new friend throughout the four days there.
strangers on the path
coming together as one
seek Mother’s blessing
power of the mundane,
oh such meaningful lessons!
©Tournesol’17/01/16

old rocking chair
sun streaked window
softness of her coat
old rocking chair
groaning and whining
same old tune
sun streaked window
melting icicles
like her cheeks
softness of her coat
companionship
embraced
©Tournesol’17/01/12
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. To learn more about it, click here
awakening
stretching high above
touching the sun
©Tournesol’17/01/12
[…] “There I was, being reborn, wanting to be bathed both inside and out by the immense sun that was shining and that was asking me to continue to grow more.” […] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)

The postman finally delivered Paulo Coelho’s The Pilgrimage yesterday. Paulo was so anxious to meet his guide that he almost gave himself away to the first man he met at the well, a cunning man who offered to find his sword for him. Paulo found that idea tempting so he could return to Brazil and deal with his business. Finally his guide arrived asking him a question which was the password and Paulo responds with the keywords.
under blue skies
blinded by golden star
imminent clouds
under blue skies
under the rubble
children still hide
blinded by golden star
dreaming of miracles
unaware of demons
imminent clouds
providing storms
also lessons
Petrus, his guide warns him to be watchful for there will be more demons along the path. And then his guide gave Paulo a lesson on humility when they were discussing miracles. Petrus explains that the path to knowledge is not only open to intellectuals and thinkers but to everyone including the common people.
vanity clouds vision
on the path of knowledge
the heart sings
©Tournesol`17/01/11
Written for CDHK – Miracles and CDHK – Recklessness
that first cry
newborn suckles on her breast
lifetime commitment
that first cry
life changing
pulls the heartstrings
newborn suckles on her breast
life’s sustenance
body and soul
lifetime commitment
animated and tearful
a mother’s bliss
©Tournesol’17/01/10
ghosts in the trenches
soft breeze from the mountains
watching over me
ghosts in the trenches
whisper deeds of loss
and victory
soft breeze from the mountains
birds singing along the road
to Santiago
watching over me
transcendental moment
spirits show the way
©Tournesol’17/01/07
CDHK ~ first steps to Santiago
Change in Progress (Free Verse)
baking for change
stir a secret recipe
adding fixings that range
from rising
to explosive
from upsetting
to chaotic
unions
to schisms
disagreeing
to backbiting
rising to a degree
never really ever
ready for the decree
searching for results
win wins
or win lose
only wounds that need healing
delusions no longer standing
all on bended knees
asking what have we done?
no time to point fingers
mae culpa mae culpa
responsibility lingers
to one and all
not all but one
to one and all
Hopeful aftermath (Tanka – Senryu)
blending ideas
sentiments and politics
metamorphous
paths of polarity
travelling side by side
travelling side by side
empathy and understanding
meet at the middle
© Tournesol’17/01/06
They set sail early in the morning leaving Venice- en-Québec to meet friends in Vermont for a picnic. He steered the cat keeping the mainsail taut. There was a soft breeze in the morning at barely ten knots but by noon it had dropped. They might not get to Grand Isle in time. He lowered the sail and leaned back and let her tack the jib searching patiently for a puff here and there. For the first time in years, the children were at their grandparents and they were finally able to talk without interruptions.
couple sets sail
nature whispers softly
lagging with a purpose
the cosmos grants a still day
soulmates connecting
©Tournesol’17/01/05
Carpe Diem #1114 Arrival (at Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port)