Rolling waves
wind gusts bind the jib
stirring bellies
staring at the mocking sky
through the porthole
© Tournesol ’15
Written for Tanka Poets on Site on Facebook
Prompt: Through the porthole
Category: Waka
étoile de mon coeur (Troiku)
She sits with mixed feelings, watching the sun set. The wind picks up from le Mont Royale on the rooftop. She is saddened to see such beauty leave her hemisphere. And then she smiles, reminded that as she bows in reverence thinking of her friends on the other side.
star of my heart
baring thy omnipresence
fills me with bliss
star of my heart
so much love to share
radiance released
baring thy omnipresence
all-pervading love unfolds
rising in the East
fills me with bliss
whispering good morning
my brothers’ new dawn
© Tournesol ’15
she loves the nightlife (troiku)
nightlife grabs her
feet tap-tap to the beat
leaping to a tango
nightlife grabs her
blossoms like a moonflower
alive and wanting
feet tap-tap to the beat
their bodies cling urgently
little space to breathe
leaping to a tango
grabs her like a rag doll
locked in hot embrace
© Tournesol ’15
Joy recalled (haiku – tanka)
moments of delight
yesteryear or yesterday
joys reborn
bitter cold winters
darkness shrouds light of day
recalling blossoms
budding on apple trees
visions bring me back to joy
all those firsts
hearing “Mommy, I wuv you”
brings such joy
sun kissed skies
dewdrops on soft white petals
early dawn of joy
sunset
dips beneath blue azure
fluid hues of joy
© Tournesol ’15
night blossoms (tanka)
Daylight daze
going through the motions
semi-conscious
blossoming spirit morphs
a moonflower in the night
© Tournesol ’15
Echoes of ma’at (haiku)
buzzing high (haibun)
He read the pink note again she had given him in math class. He hurriedly stuffed it in his pocket and walked home with a goofy grin.
mind buzzing
butterflies in his tummy
drunk on love
(c) Tournesol’15
coming home (kyoka)
pre-dawn cloudburst
flowers hang their heavy heads
old man heaves
coming home from Hurley’s Pub
hanging low away from mum
(c) Tournesol ’15
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2015/08/on-trail-with-basho-encore-11-drinking.html
Ancient sailor (tanka)
moors on Isle of May
mists over the foreign highlands
under harvest moon
old mariner feigns to see
heather in his Bonnie’s hair
(c) Tournesol ’15
We were to complete the following haiku:
Here is the challenge: We are to complete the haiku below; adding the first and third line plus we have to use another kigo (seasonword); in the second line the “mists” refers to autumn …
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mists over the foreign highlands
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Here is our host’s completed haiku:
ancient warriors ghosts
mists over the foreign highlands –
waiting for the full moon
© Chèvrefeuille
Heeding Haiku at Mindlovemiserysmenagerie
Life (haiku)
window charade
violinist on a break
imitating life…
© Tournesol ’15
