Poetry ~ Waka
The sound of chanting Hail Mary’s in different tones echoes from the bedroom. They are all kneeling around the bed of their dying father. The antique clock on the old sideboard ticks. Soft moans turn gradually into anguished cries.
missing his master
lying under his bed
the spaniel yelps
©Tournesol ’16/4/29
l’arrivée du printemps
l’étourneau trouve son logis
bourgeonnes de l’arbre donne de l’espoir
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
enter spring
a starling finds his flat
tree buds give hope
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
Zinnia is a genus of plants of the sunflower tribe within the daisy family. That makes me smile since daisies are my favourite flowers and sunflower is my nom-de-plume. This plant is native to dry grassland in areas from Southwestern United States to South America.
What a great way to end this blogging challenge with such a beautiful flower that is the second cousin to Tournesol.
daisy lookalikes
dance under a dessert sun
zinnia growing wild
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
day’s end in glory
last show in living colour
duck quacks delight
© Tournesol ’16/04/29
Written for, Bastet’s Monday Haiga.
At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we were asked to write a shadorma on “fantasy” and I chose to write about an imagery ending with a troiku.
(shadorma)
month of May
makes me reminisce
Mother’s Day
without you
is never ever the same,
but – now I’m Nana!
tunes play in my head
with eyes closed,
you’re right here
Judy Garland is Somewhere
‘Over the Rainbow
your voice seems so real
imageries of long ago
melodies of you
your voice seems so real
your laugh echoes
warms my heart
imageries of long ago
I’m still
ton bébé
melodies of you
Irish Eyes and Edelweiss
make me smile
© Tournesol’16/04/28
mom’s tender kiss
after toddler’s tantrum
brushed his tears away
© Tournesol’16/04/27
Three Word Wednesday Tantrum, Tear, Tender
Skilful tease
stirs her ardent needs
butterfly kiss
budding heart,
responds to silken strokes
with heavy sighs
such reveries
throughout the night – and,
quickened gasps
pulsating
painting rosy cheeks
radiant
awakens in shortened breaths
ah, such momentary bliss!
© Tournesol ’15 (originally written April 2015)
wakens to the touch,
runs a finger on the curve
of her lips
© Tournesol ’16/04/27
under the Willow
weeps over her loss,
– first love
under the Willow
looking over the pond
water lily floats
weeps over her loss,
only time heals
frog splashed in the pond
– first love
pure and innocent
never forgotten
©Tournesol’16
Walking to work on avenue de Gaspé, she looks at the trees just starting to bud. A seagull screeches overhead. She smiles and wonders if he is announcing to his buddies of some overturned garbage can.
one lone feather
on this city street
where’s the white dove?
one lone feather
message from above
dearly departed
on this city street
searching for leftovers
doves and gulls
where`s the white dove?
Maman, es-tu vraiment là?
ma belle, Colombe
© Tournesol’16/04/27
This is a troiku, created by Chèvrefeuille, with a narrative, I now call a Troibun.
Translations:
Title: one lone feather
Mother, are you really there?
Colombe, my departed mother’s name, is French for dove
The artist was excited as she hung her last canvas for her vernissage at the local public library. She was always impressed at the amount of people who showed up on weekends, rain or shine for these humble viewings. Under each canvas she went around to tape on the wall a haiku her niece sister had written , adding subtle and thoughtful meaning to her art.
light of day fades
fragmented promises
slip away
light of day fades
thoughts that once, seemed important
seem to disappear
fragmented promises
never had
the time of day
slip away
unfulfilled promises
just can’t turn back time
©Tournesol’16/04/26
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