Poetry ~ Waka
a new house needs
dollops of harmony
buckets of love
painting every wall
draping each window
traces of you
fragrance of each of you –now!
you may call it “HOME”
©Tournesol’16/06/08
Congratulations to a dear colleague in her new home!
fasting all day long
not even a sip of water
sundown saves the day
©Tournesol`16/06/07
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
First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.
© Murakami Kijo
a tear trickles
recalling that last season
memories spool back
split second flicks
fast-forward
arrested in mind’s eye
a smile forms on our lips
©Tournesol’16/06/04
spreading beauty
nature bows in honour
honeysuckles bloom
Thanking our host and mentor, Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for teaching and inspiring us to not only write haiku or other forms of Japanese poetry (waka) but to grow in the experience…as a good parent he nurtures and breathes harmony and enlightenment among the family.
a lone flower
yearns to rise in splendour
field of sunflowers
a lone flower
searching for the sun
at one with nature
yearns to rise in splendour
embroidering each petal
one thread at a time
field of sunflowers
seventeen syllables
forming corolla
©Tournesol’16/06/01
Daily Moments – reflecting on May flowers- June 1 – 2016
do not doubt it,
the bay has its spring too,
the flowers of the tide
© Basho (1644-1694
languid whitecaps edging
coastline peonies
©Tournesol’16/05/30
She remembers metals taps on the soles of her shoes, click click clicking on the sidewalk pretending to be Gene Kelly. Do you remember buying bubble gum for a penny? Oh! and for nickel, you could get an ice cream cone or a loaf of bread! She remembers scratchy feeling crinolines and hula-hoop slips…the latter you could not sit unless you wanted everyone to see your undies. Thanks goodness mini skirts came out…no room for crinolines!
She remembers when she was ten running to the chip wagon with a quarter and getting a small order of French fries and a hot-dog. Those were the days her mother was too busy in the beauty parlour…she loved those days and preferred this meal to Swanson’s frozen dinners where meat tasted like cardboard.
She remembers watching the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show and falling in love with John; that’s when she bought his book of poems and fell in love with poetry.
Do you remember Sonny and Cher. Those were the days the only fake thing Cher had were her eyelashes…how I found her so beautiful!! Did you know that her real name is Cherilyn? (Thought that might be an interesting tid-bit.) She remembers her first love lasting twenty-eight years; married the year the Sonny & Cher Comedy Hour started.
Do you remember when milk was delivered to the house in bottles? She remembers the bread man delivering to the house in a horse drawn cart. How she felt sorry for that horse who looked so tired and old! She remembers watching the fireworks at St-Jean Baptiste on June 24th and eating her nickel cotton candy!
Then came mini-skirts and fast cars, sit-ins and love-ins. Teenage love and wedding bells…baby carriage and empty nests…and suddenly grandchild is soon entering high school!
time passes
such delight in innocence
like wind gusts
time passes
every year
spring returns
such delight in innocence
remembers
that first kiss
like wind gusts
taken by surprise-
how time has passed!
©Tournesol’16/05/30
Haiku Horizons “remember”
Daily Moments May 30 2016 “Do you remember” Troibun
The beautiful hokku presented by a very gifted poetess, Paloma, seems fun and free spirited. As I visualised these anthropomorphic tree creatures, my mind wandered to the scary trees of the Wizard of Oz and then my mind wandered into darker places. My mind imagined spirits long passed. I could not help but hear the cries of children’s spirits walking towards the residential school in Cutler, Ontario. My colleague was telling us about the stories and how the children`s park we were just passing on the way to the old condemned school, the cries of children were often heard in the night.
She told us how her great auntie and grandmother has been ripped away from their families over 1,000 miles North when they were five and six years old.
Well, that did it! I could no longer think of anything else but ghosts and spirits lurking in purgatory or some haunted forest. And so, I came up with this completion.
rumbling winter storm –
ents are dancing with their wives –
ancient limbs entwined
© Paloma
wind moans like an old woman
searching for the samurai
petrified branches
gnarled hands of yesteryear
death watchers
famine damned innocents
the aging and infirmed
souls of sickly children
ents sing to mute their cries
haunt the forest
sea of trees wails
up to to Mount Fuji
©Tournesol’16/05/29
a new year begins
with the blooming
of a single frosty rose © Mizuhara Shuoshi
budding promise
leaving droplets of the past
© Tournesol’16/05/29
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
