Poetry ~ Waka
Where are you?
I’ve searched high and low
Sat waiting patiently
And still…no show
My mind is still cluttered
Perhaps that is why
Can’t wait for fingers
On the keyboard to fly
Where are you?
I’ll sit by my laptop
And wait for a sign
Come visit, my muse
Nature’s Bulletin (haiku)
Whispering wind
giddy sparrows sing
spring is near
©Tournesol ‘18/03/04
Daily moments March 3/18
dreams
always come true
in your world
dreams
artist’s serotonin
comforting duvet
always come true
if
you believe
in your world
remember
always a winner
© Tournesol’18/02/17
Dream, dream, dream…
Do you remember your first dream?
an R.E.M. or fantasy?
imagination or expectation
playing over repeatedly
I still remember vividly
blonde hair blowing freely
from that vintage Cadillac
Marilyn might just want it back
felt like that Material Girl
oblivious of this mad, cruel world
dreams are your limousine ride
make you stronger than you think
help you get to the other side
meeting up with positive links
keeping you safe and above risks
keeping you from slitting your wrists
Do you remember your first dream?
an R.E.M. or fantasy?
imagination or expectation
playing over repeatedly
Dreaming’s like one big escape
exploring pleasures of all kinds
your very special videotape
secret garden for creative minds
role-playing that daily game
feigning life smells like a rose
hiding self for fear and shame
making sure that no one knows
behind those walls have stench of fear
eggshells scattered far and near
Do you remember your first dream?
an R.E.M. or fantasy?
imagination or expectation
playing over repeatedly?
Dreaming’s like one big escape
exploring pleasures of all kinds
your very special videotape
secret garden for creative minds
dreams are boats and luxury cars
flying carpets and shooting stars
always keep them close at bay
in case you’re faced with darker days.
dreams can help to keep you sane
when life becomes just too insane
Dreamin’s like one big escape
exploring pleasures of all kinds
your very special videotape
secret garden for creative minds
keep on dreaming,
in your sleep
keep on dreaming
in your wake
keep on scheming
stay alive,
keep on dreaming
for goodness sake
©Tournesol’18/02/17
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icicles
crack under morning sun
these aging bones
icicles
frozen
stand at attention
crack under morning sun
listen
the river sings
these aging bones
branches seized
waiting for spring
©Tournesol’18/02/17
Daily Moments – winter contemplation February 17 2018
Cool breeze
From the Pacific
And yet feels hot
16 degrees versus 5
It’s all relative
© Tournesol ’18-02-06
Daily Moments Feb 6/18
Beauty slips away
Leaving me nostalgic
Until tomorrow
Beauty slips away
Last glimpse
I hold my breath
Leaving me nostalgic
That last page of a novel
Like saying goodbye
Until tomorrow
But how many will remain
sunsets
© Tournesol ‘18/02/05
Daily moments- twilight and me (troiku)
Clouds scatter
Pale blue sky whispers
Come out and play
© Tournesol’18-02-07
Daily Moments – Feb 7/18
Snow covered roads
Brisk winds carry me
Down South
Snow covered roads
Skilled drivers
With nerves of steel
Brisk winds carry me
Despite
Ice tipped wings
Down South
Like leaving Kansas
For the land of Oz
© Tournesol’18/02/04
waiting
anticipation heightens
blue moon
hides shyly behind snow clouds
only stars catch the show
(c) Tournesol’18
This photo challenge inspired this story…from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie at Sunday Writing
Life was intolerable. Little One could no longer let this happen to her. This was the last time she would sit still while being violated; she did not cry herself to sleep tonight like most nights. Instead, she sang a chant the old lady in the village taught her. The Elder told her as she knitted on her porch,”These words bring home justice…always, If you chant this chant 10,000 times in a row without interruption.” The old lady gave her turquoise mala beads, “Here, these beads will ensure your safety if you chant as I have instructed.” She held her gift preciously all the way home.
Little One took the beads from under her pillow and began chanting. She pulled the curtain beside her bed to let in the light of the full moon. The universe kept her up all night…by sunrise, she was chanting her last set. It was quiet. The house would not come alive for another hour. She had time…
Her backpack had all her necessities had been packed for months, hidden under her bed. She dressed quickly and slipped out the back door and made her way to her secret place by a pond in the woods behind her house.
Sitting by the pond
Heart filled with hope
A lotus blossoms
Sitting by the pond
Birds chirp happily
Morning songs
Heart filled with hope
Frog sits on a lily pad
At peace
A lotus blossoms
Exhales equanimity
Touched by an angel
©Tournesol’18-01-30
Tournesol dans un Jardin 