Poetry ~ Waka
clouds weigh
waiting for that sudden gust
thunder showers
consumers rushing
a hundred beeps
unlock their cars
~
watching from my living room
chuckling like an old witch
dry as a bone
felines napping
Saturday afternoon
peaceful and calm
(c) Tournesol ’19/08/17
Tween seasons are the best…end of summer opens windows and turns off air conditioners, reminding us of the beauty of natural sounds [minus the cars during rush hour].
finally
listen to the wind
softly whispering
finally
open windows
fresh air
listen to the wind
cicadas do their shrill
how peaceful!
softly whispering
“remember your Hail Mary’s”
can’t help but smile
© Tournesol ‘19/08/16
Daily Moments hear the breeze troika August 16 2019
cooler air
in the forecast
with high humidity
cracks override the soft breeze
oh my aching bones!
head ready to burst
scratchy throat and runny nose
damn summer cold!
© Tournesol ‘19/08/16
Daily moments August 16th whining kind of day
Emily does not remember much of the unpleasant and scary for some reason. It’s like ghosts in the back of her brain. The good, happy, loving images are so vivid and when the ghosts try to poke at her and get to the forefront, she is never sure what is real. The details are blurred. She sees a little girl sitting on the steps at the back of her house, sulking or weeping for “no reason”.
“I’ll give you something to really cry about!” screams in her brain…a buckle on a belt flashes and then blackness.
Recalling unpleasant and scary is like trying to pick up a lost penny on the pavement with your toes.
Then feeling the warm, loving hugs and her soothing voice…remembering her comforting embrace is her safety net.
memories
floating in and out
dream catcher
memories
fragmented stories
and blurred lines
floating in and out
latching on like…
bloodsuckers
dream catcher
recalling soothing hues
tangible – love
(c) tournesol ’19/08/15
What would you write in Chapter 2 of your life story?
(a cherita)
piling into tired vessels
inequity tears the sails
weary canvas fails
sea engulfs each evil deed
greedy and voracious
quenched with every nightmare
~
aquarius moon so full and bright
beams light up the sea
watching ancient sins
sinking to dark depths
way beneath the sea
labroides feast
(haiku)
nightmares capsize
into the cold dark sea
death becomes them
(c) Tournesol ’19/08/15
Daily moments – reflections on letting go and change – August 15th, full moon
Walking from the mall today, I noticed the rides were back on the property. They are a team from the Beauce and they are here about 3 or 4 times a year. They set up at the front of the mall and usually when I walk home from work late at night I use the back route since my home is behind the mall. Still I see five or six vans and trailers parked on the back side, so I know the fair is back in town.
Today, I wanted to take a few photos to savour some of the summer images we long for during those long frigid winter months. I like to pretend that I’m a kid again and going to the fair with my mom and sister. Just an image here, another there and I am back in time decades ago. I can even smell the food!
ferris wheels
roller coasters
screams of joy and fear
sticky fingers
smacking lips
pink cotton candy
hot dogs
dripping mustard
candied popcorn
sun setting
speakers blaring
hip hop
flashing lights
screaming children
one last ride
© Tournesol ‘19/08/15
Cotton candy hands Haibun Daily Moments August 15 2019 Daily Moments
Today, I treated myself to a mani-pedi at the Mall across the street. As the lady started working on my neglected feet, I took out my beads and relaxed and chanted my mantra silently. Usually one lady takes care of my feet and later I move to a table where another lady works on my hands. Today it was not as busy, another lady approached me with a bowl to soak my left hand while she started working on my right hand.
just like Dorothy
pampering hands and feet
in the land of Oz
It felt good to just be in the moment and relax. Later, I walked around aimlessly at The Bay and realized I wanted to continue doing “nothing” and came home to cocoon with my thoughts and my bff’s (best feline friends).
watching the leaves sway
rustling with the wind
Mother Nature’s blues
watching the leaves sway
listening to sopranos
cicadas shrill
rustling with the wind
like a full satin skirt
Mother used to wear
Mother Nature’s blues
giddy daisies dancing
to a summer’s breeze
© Tournesol ’19/08/06
sound of cicadas
sweating on my balcony
sauna and me
sound of cicadas
screaming blue murder
resting in the shade
sweating on my balcony
even children are heavy
with sleep
sauna and me
every mid-summer
heatwave in July
(c) Tournesol '19/07/27
Daily moments - Heatwave - troiku July 27 2019
Art Image Publications PICASSO Inspired Art Projects Weeping Woman – Pablo Picasso, 1937
After a long night sponging the sweat off her patient’s face, she felt her grip her brown spotted hand. “Ne t’inquiète pas…ça ne sera plus long ma fille, pousse fort une autre fois à la prochaine contraction.” * But then her weather-beaten face frowned…a tear rolled down her chin. The silence was deafening as she placed the white sweet smelling cloth over the young mother’s mouth while the father took the lid off the shoebox.
shuffling home
weather-beaten hands
holding a shoebox
© Tournesol’15
*translation: Not to worry,my child, it won’t be long now… push hard at the next contraction.
sage femme: midwife
This is one of many sad true stories my GrandMaman shared with us growing up. I can’t imagine the sorrow she carried with her mixed with joys…
Inspired by our host’s meme today “weather-beaten” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Our host, Chèvrefeuille says: “This month our central theme is “on the trail with Basho”, because Basho was a traveling haiku poet as e.g. Santoka Taneda was in his time (1882-1940). This month we will (try) to follow Basho’s journeys through Japan. And this first haiku which I will share here is from one of his earlier haibun (or travel-journals), “The Records of a Weather-Exposed Skeleton” (Nozarashi Kiko) in which he describes his journey together with his disciple Chiri along the places described by Saigyo, Basho’s great role-model;”
weather beaten
wind pierces my body
to my heart
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Here is our host’s offering and he asks us to write with the Haiku Writing Technique baransu (in balance):
cold spring breeze
makes the cherry blossom shiver
one heartbeat long
© Chèvrefeuille
