Poetry ~ Waka
Rising before dawn, there are still four hours before the big games. Relaxing in bed watching The Jungle Book with her favourite guy, reserving pent up energy for the tournament.
adrenalin rush
passionately cheering
dribbling in circles
a team is a pack
working together
everybody wins
©Tournesol’16/12/11
Daily Moments Players Delight Haibun December 11 2016
temperatures shift
sitting on a bed leaves
first snowflakes
temperatures shift
wind blowing fiercely
scarf on a branch
sitting on a bed of leaves
jack-o-lantern treat
squirrel prefers tricks
first snowflakes
flutter ever softly
on running noses
&&&&&
autumn weather shifts
laying on leafed bedding
snowflakes on their tongues
©Tournesol’16-10-24
Written for Haiku Horizons “shift”
Daily Moments October 24, 2016 Weather shifts
holy scriptures
different versions confuse, yet
golden rule triumphs
( c) Tournesol’16
early riser
tiptoeing on dewy grass
squeals of laughter
(c) Tournesol’16
A beautiful post with stunning senryu included by Alan Summers…must read!
Here are the responses from “Senryu vs. Haiku,” a recent post. The responses were brief with the exception of the one by Alan Summers who was obviously impassioned by the topic. Please read until the end, as there are many large spacing gaps in WordPress.
David Boyer:
Personally, I think the senryu designation is unnecessary. After all, it’s all nature, human or otherwise.
marion:
I often have problems distinguishing between the two, Charlotte (as I did here on your blog last week). I am sometimes concerned that I will label a poem incorrectly and look foolish: you have now given me a license to stop
worrying about this!
I enjoy writing both forms, but find haiku slightly easier as I feel a senryu has to contain an element of wit, irony or dark humour, and this can often take some work to get right. Although I’m sure it’s…
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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
3 – 5 – 3
tends to her garden
waiting for blossoms
home sweet home
parasites
invade her lilies
try to call it home
weekend ends
pleasant conversation
with a new friend
©Tournesol’16/06/05
some folks lack values
exploit unselfish natures
winding amoral
(c) Tournesol 16-05-06
Submitted for: Flash Fiction Prompt – July 18, 2014-GoodBye
Revised March 18, 2016 to 99 words, no more, no less as inspired by
Charli Mills at The Carrot Ranch
She entered the coffee shop across from Concordia University. They met here the first time five years ago. Some lectures pushed her buttons. Many fled to Psychology hoping “book smart” would make better therapists, muttering, “Enough of this learning by doing crap!”
“Work out your own shit”, most of her professors said, “Be aware of your red flags! You could do more harm than good.” The same group of mature students met here after each class. Together they formed a community of resources, compassion and knowledge.
she dreaded endings,
late arrival was more her style
…just couldn’t say goodbye.
© Cheryl-Lynn (Tournesol) 2016/03/18
99 words
last fallen leaf
limbs freeze in time
– silence
~
after serenades
wolf greets winter moon,
– silence
~
after the rage
kissing fists and leather belts
screams silence
~
sibling rivalry
birthdays and barbecues
empty nest
© Tournesol ’16/02/03
