Icicles hang
beneath the boardwalk
the lonely ocean
Icicles hang
waiting
for the storm
beneath the boardwalk
a child’s pail and shovel
forgotten
the lonely ocean
too many fish
are dying
©Tournesol’17/12/04
Category: Tournesol dans un jardin
city mornings (troiku) Daily Moments December 4, 2017
(troiku)
early morning start
Monday in the city
people watching
early morning start
unaccustomed
autumn dark skies
Monday in the city
rush hour push and shove
coins drop in tin cup
people watching
one by one they shuffle by
empty cups in hand
©Tournesol’17/12/03
zoo (a cherita ) Daily Post November 30 2017
no more elevator music on your shopping sprees
spitting Christmas carols like popcorn
lyrics barely touch the souls
push, shove, grabbing the best deal
toddlers missed their mid-day nap
wailing in this zoo
©Tournesol ’17/11/30
birthday blessings (tanka ~naani)
November 29th Birthday wishes to three friends
What joy to see I had three friends to wish them joy on their birthdays today…
(tanka)
as the sun rises
thousands of birds migrate
on Loktak Lake
the wind whistles through the trees
birthday wishes…
friends are forever
whether near or far away
Saint Lawrence seaway
to the Pacific Ocean
echoing birthday blessings
(naani)
as I meditate on those days
two women discussing life through tears and laughter
growing spiritually more and more each day
learning from each other – old souls connecting
wishing my friend a blessed birthday
today is her lucky year
may the sun rise and set
smiling on her each day…
©Tournesol’17/11/29
old man walking – Troiku – Daily moments November 26 2017
old man walking
heading to his last demise
knows not what’s ahead
old man walking
hoping for a better draw
winnings from his game
heading to his last demise
his pockets bare, he lost again
heart filled with despair
knows not what’s ahead
stepping off the curb to cross
crashing to his fate
life is filled
with obstacles to grip
do at what you may
life if filled
compassion is the game
despite miseries
with obstacles to grip
chance to live and learn
turn your life around
do at what you may
if you can get it right this time
paradise awaits
©Tournesol’17/11/26
sinners in red (Quadrille & senryu) Micro Poetry Month 25 & First Line Friday
sinners in red Quadrille & senryu Micro Poetry Month 25
Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light
men walking in secretly-
coming out with pure delight
inked red upon their lips
the townspeople knew all too well
the going’s on in this house of sin
lust seekers who’ll be going to hell.
who are you
to judge
casting the last stone?
we are all sinners
in the eyes of the Creator,
self-righteous one!
©Tournesol’17/11/25
At Micro Poetry Monteh #25, we are asked to write a quadrille, a poem of 44 words. I have included the First Line Friday from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie which you see in italics to form my quadrille.
night reflections (troiku)
day after day
waiting
still – no sunrise
day after day
Time passes
without me
waiting
under the weeping willow
shadows mocking
still – no sunrise
Mother Earth can’t even rescue
she’s stopped spinning
Daily moments – Nigh reflections November 25/17
Daily Moments season’s cold breaths
My hands are cold
My heart is numb and silent
My eyes keep swimming
Aiming to the surface _ yet
the light’s so far away
Hunching forward
Shrinking to the fetal state
turning to my heart
tomorrow
is another day
…so they say
©️Tournesol’ 17/11/25
November 25/17 Daily Moments cold breaths of autumn
first robin (troiku)
first Robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly (c) Chėvrefeuille’17
first robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly
first robin spotted
pecking with purpose
on mother’s clothes line
the low lands are facing the dark
shadow slowly lifts
at dawn
snow falls softly
marking their spot
amid fallen leaves
(c) Tournesol ‘17/11/24
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
remembering (Tan Renga – Troiku – Naani)
deep silence
the shrill of cicadas
seeps into rocks © Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694)
soothing fledglings
mid-day lullaby ©Tournesol’17
remembering
yesterday
when you were here ©Tournesol’17
soft winter breeze cherishes
the last colorful leaves © Chèvrefeuille
For the first Tan Renga our host has given us the first stanza by Basho (the hokku) and the second Tan Renga, our host gives the second stanza of two lines so we can create the first stanza (hokku). See more at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for instructions as well as visiting other participants’ contributions.
This last exercise awakened my longing for her…
(troiku) a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at CDHK
remembering
yesterday
when you were here
remembering
scent of Givenchy
caressing me
yesterday
tumbling down the stairs
you kissed the boo-boo
when you were here
I was always
your little girl
©Tournesol’17/11/23
(naani)
how I miss your laugh
your soothing voice
telling me not to worry ~ just pray
three Hail Mary’s before I sleep
©Tournesol’17/11/23
Daily Moments Your Little Girl Troiku – November 23 2017
This Troiku and Naani is written for MicroPoetry Month#23
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