scorching day
even the cicadas whine
scents of sweat
smells linger
secreting the past
Pandora
©Tournesol’16/08/30
daily moments – nostalgia August 30 2016
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Category: Haiku
blossoming courtyard (troiku)
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
sun gently peers
yawning gardens stir
from a dim skyline
sun gently peers
announcing
emerging day
yawning gardens stir
waiting with bated breath
burgeoning rosette
from a dim skyline
sunbeams kissing blossoms
wowing the courtyard
©Tournesol ’16
Prompts: Haiku Horizons & Care Diem Haiku Hai
The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
courting days (troiku)
hands her a daisy,
blushing, she thanks him,
Oh those courting days!
hands her a daisy,
heart fills with hope
their first kiss…
blushing, she thanks him
roaming the field – leans closer,
her hand feels so soft
Oh those courting days!
arm slides round her tiny waist
head on his shoulder
©Tournesol’16
sunset bliss (troiku)
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
sundown getaway
silently savouring
nature’s last act
sundown getaway
inhaling
tranquil escape
silently savouring
guiltless greed
heavenly bliss
nature’s last act
rooftop view
exit the sun
©Tournesol’16
searching your path(troibun)
When I see the word “climb”the image of Maria (Julie Andrews) comes to mind and I hear the finale of The Sound of Music, “Climb Every Mountain”. In life, we are presented many mounds and foothills to surmount…some seeming too difficult to climb. Some do not always see the different paths to get to the top; others do not realize they don’t have to do it all alone…
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[…] “Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. ” […] Theodore Roethke
child looks wide-eyed
yet – time moves at a snail’s pace
eyelids beckon
child looks wide-eyed
mound of sand with tiny holes
tiny critters climb
yet- time moves at a snail’s pace
despite grappling wit
millimetre steps
eyelids weigh
resolutely reach the top
misses finale
(c) Tournesol’16
Review: Haiku Rhapsodies by Celestine Nudanu
A stunning review of Celestine’s book of poetry “Haiku Rhapsodies”
Note
I do not know if it is ok for me to publish on my blog a review of my haiku collection, Haiku Rhapsodies, by a fellow blogger in Ghana, Paapa Kwesi Amerado. Mind you, Paapa and I have never met face to face though we visit each other’s blog and live just four hours apart. We do communicate also on FB. And I must add that his copy of HR is a verified purchase. 🙂 As I was saying Paapa wrote this review and sent it to my mail and after reading it, I fell in love with it. Oh yes and I said ‘ah, Cestone, why don’t you post this on your blog?’ Does it sound right? Well, I must market my book, must I not? 🙂
Title: Haiku Rhapsodies
Author: Celestine Nudanu
Binding: Paperback
Genre: Poetry (Haiku)
Publisher: Celestine Nudanu (Self Publishing) Ghana
Pages: 84
Publication Date:
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Pink moon (haibun)
last night the sky bled
tonight
the moon blushed
He met her at the station. She ran into his arms as soon as she spotted him in the crowd. Breathless, she leaned against his chest, feeling his heart beat. He lifted her face with his hand gently under her chin …
lips locked
under the pink moon
her cheeks flushed
©Tournesol’16/08/23
Daily moments – pink moon
even heaven bleeds (troiku)
[…] “On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.” […]Jules Renard (1864-1910)
blazing sunset
makes the sky bleed
holds me in awe
blazing sunset
caught my eye
tripped on a pebble
makes the sky bleed
not a sound is heard
silent seagulls gaze
holds me in awe
seized in rapture
a long moment
(c) Tournesol’16-08-22
Daily moments August 22 2016
sipping nectar (haibun)
[…] “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” […]Hellen Keller
Today on her way to work, she noticed a bumble bee moving ever slightly on the blossom of a black eyed Susan. She hesitated a moment as she would have loved to take a photo but then she walked on thinking a photograph would not even come close to the image she was savouring in her mind.
with passion embrace
savouring sweet nectar
bumble bee hums
©Tournesol’16/08/19
last performance (haiga)
Our host, Chèvrefeuille says, “Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion. Seasons come and go, the moon changes every 28 days and so on, the only thing which is steady and without clear motion is our sun, that big star of our Milky Way around which the planets are rotating.”
Here is an example of what I call an “undou” haiku:
old pond
frog jumps in
sound of water
© Basho (1644-1694) (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)”
and,
apple blossom falls
scattered by the late spring breeze
apple blossom falls
© Chèvrefeuille
gulls bow in reverence
day’s end performance
clapping of the waves
©Tournesol’16/08/19
Tournesol dans un Jardin 