at the end of the day (haiku)

top of the blue pine
robin serenades her chicks
sun light slowly fades

©Tournesol’16/06/07

Written to Ronovanwrites weekly haiku poetry prompt: top & light

one single ripple (troibun)

We are to use this beautiful haiku to inspire our writing…

lights along the shore
shimmering reflections
ripple in the lake
© Joyce Lorenson

She remembers telling her youths many times how grief is like a tidal wave at first with waves crashing on the shore with such a vengeance. Over time the waves roll in with restraint and eventually over time, intermittently until they roll in no longer. Eventually, the water is clear like a mirror safe for a single ripple…

reminder
gentle ripple on the water
memories of long ago

reminder
times she held me close,
brings a smile

gentle ripple on the water
subtle, yet genuine
and surreal

memories of long ago
songs echo in my heart
even if off-key

©Tournesol`16/06/07

Daily Moments – June 6 2016 – Ramadan mubarak (haiku)

fasting all day long
not even a sip of water
sundown saves the day

©Tournesol`16/06/07

a taste of Italy (haiku)

Trace of grapes
harvesting all day long
lingers on his lips

lingers on his lips
stirring passion to the mix
taste of grappa

©Tournesol’16/06/06

goose feathers embrace (troibun)

Georgia (BastetamdSekhmet) has been my friend from afar (Italy) and mentor in writing poetry of every form, having first discovered her through prompts at “We drink because we’re Poets”. It is through her I learned more about haiku and discovered Carpe Diem. I especially enjoy her morning haiku and waka (Japanese poetry form) and here is one that I have chosen to share. This morning waka inspired me to compose this troiku.

morning chill
raindrops fall on these flowers
awaiting May warmth

laying in bed
listening to the raindrops
warm under the sheets
drifting in and out of sleep
so hard to leave my dreams

those chiming bells
echoing in this loneliness
their hollow call

I chose this haiku and waka because it reminded me when I would wake up from a nice dream. Many times I could go back to sleep and pick up from where I left off…but when my deceased mom visits in my sleep, I cannot seem to bring her back.

new dawn grips
throws me in hibernation
goose feathers embrace

new dawn grips
wilted petal drops
ending my dream

throws me in hibernation
seeking what is familiar
her warm presence

goose feathers embrace
playing make-believe
Mother’s still here

©Tournesol’16/06/06