Poetry ~ Waka
gushing beauty
peonies hang lavishly
that time of year
©Tournesol’16/06/15
Daily Moments – June 15 ,2016 times of beauty (haiku)
Haiku Horizons `time`
It seems to be about the same time each year those lavish peonies show off their stuff. Looking through an old poem, June 10th last year I wrote Heavy Blossoms.
like a starlet
peonies bow lavishly
in the limelight
like a starlet
serving admirers
with her beauty
peonies bow lavishly
soaking up praise
humility tossed aside
in the limelight
even with wilted petals
beauty in God’s eyes
© Tournesol ’16/01/15
Daily Moments , this will have to count for Jan 15
The words are moving, his voice is filled with love and passion for our mother, Amma. Beautiful song and if you listen to the version on Spotify, the quality is superb!
white peonies
luscious blossoms spill
over balconies
white peonies
memories of her youth
when Mother was there
luscious blossoms spill
spreading their fragrance
nature’s free scents
over balconies
river breeze cools
unclad beauty
© Tournesol ’15/edited 19/17/02
A wide mist covers the entire front lawn and hangs in the air a few long minutes…steady, wet but light. Then the wind picks up and mist turns to raindrops and the city workers in front get soaked! It’s a grey day today and the streets are wet and filled with puddles. Pedestrians risk getting splashed as the cars drive by way too fast, impatient to catch the light five houses down the road.
My feline friends are taking advantage of my day off and sleeping near me. I have caught up on some reading or more specifically discovering new blogs. I wish I had the time to visit my friends more often but I don’t so I drop by now and then and admire their talents. There are so many amazing photographers in this community that it is such a privilege to travel to various WordPress Galleries.
Today I will stick with photography and discovered this amazing blog…check out this post for you bird lovers at TinyLessonsBlog.
Thanks to MichelleMarie at TellMeAboutIt who is also an amazing photographer. and poet who shared a list of great blogs to discover. Later I may read a few poetry and story blogs if I have time. My grandson is coming over but then again, he is a teenager and may be plugged to some game or two rather than chat with Nana. That reminds me, I must make those brownies , suggested by Janice who also has a few blogs but I`ll share her blog of birds today at BirdBrain
What is so unique about this WordPress community is that I don’t even have to purchase a ticket to fly to any part of the world and visit awhile and get acquainted with “their world”.
Travelling solo
Visiting tomorrow lands
Returning today
Travelling solo
Strangers becoming friends
One blog at a time
Visiting tomorrow lands
Jumping from summer
To winter
Returning today
Travelling coast to coast
On one free ticket
© Tournesol ‘19/06/25
Sitting on remnants of an old tree, she stretches her feet and rests them on the flat rock. Her toes dip into the cool water and she closes her eyes, allowing the river rapids to draw her in. Rumble, rumble, splash, spray, whoosh…hypnotic rhythm of the current.
Her mind is still not quite clear and she chants four Sanskrit words softly over and over and over. Her voice becomes part of the summer breeze and echoes over the waves. Soon, her mind is filled with memories of her mother smiling and laughing. The children are young and giggle at their Nanny as she sings a song with lyrics she makes up along the way.
many days have passed
hanging on a limb
ruminating
many days have passed
sadness and joy
woven in time
hanging on a limb
rumbling with the rapids
ambivalence flows
ruminating
pausing to appreciate
breathing in the joys
© Tournesol ‘19/06/24
Another grey day and it’s the first day of summer [sigh]. She worries the skies won’t clear and again tonight she will not see that beautiful, humongous full moon. Well, no reason to fret all day and at least it’s not raining …yet. The weather has been unusual in the past few years. Extreme cold winters that last for months on end and no spring…well, hardly a spring that is.
People joke and say we only have two seasons now, but she thinks there are three…winter, sprummer and autumn. Winter lasts 6 months and sprummer and autumn negotiate every year for what they can get.
Tomorrow is her mother’s birthday and every year since her passing in 2014, she has a tradition. She goes to a town where she raised her children and where her mother would also come for picnics by the river rapids. She sits on a rock with her feet in the water and chants her mantra to the waves, remembering her presence. Tears of joy and melancholy run down her cheek and mix with the river’s splashing from the strong current, the rapids and the dam.
This year she will bring her grandson to the rapids. He’s almost fifteen, and may find it boring…unless, he brings his fishing rod [twinkle in her eye].
behind grey veils
hanging with humility
my summer moon
© Tournesol 2019/06/21
another day
nature hides its beauty
raindrops on my cheeks
(c) Tournesol 2019/06/20
Daily Moments June 20 2019
Tournesol dans un Jardin 