Poetry ~ Waka
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
by the frozen river
the beaver waits patiently
under woodchips
©Tournesol’18/01/28
Haiku Horizon : chip
seeking the words (free verse – tanka)
wordless
lifeless
time goes by
do I ignore her?
or she eludes me?
like running on empty
body goes through the motion
thoughts no longer genuine
scripted, politically correct
boring as hell
but life goes on
no one is touched
no one is moved
my soul hangs in limbo
wordless
lifeless
time goes by
do I ignore her?
or she eludes me?
glare of a fifteen inch screen
stares at me –motionless … dumb
thoughts have yet to be seen
dulled sentiments simply numb
sinking deeper in a well of bile
a new meaning’s been given
to that famous green mile
no longer defining a planned death
this madness within will soon escape
released with each mindful breath
wordless
lifeless
time goes by
do I ignore her?
or she eludes me?
but then…
icicles shimmer
pure beauty radiates
searching for the words
sunshine melts indifference
my muse has just returned
©Tournesol’18/01/28
Daily Moments January 28 2018 – searching the words
daily moments Jan 19 2018 winter scenes
yesterday
sighs of wonder
form curly white puffs
a winter scene
snow drops onpine cones
hoot of a snowy owl
nature’s masterpiece
fusing with the current
impermanence reigns
season’s beauty
frozen in time
in my mind
©Tournesol’18/01/25
rain, sleet, snow
winter’s eccentricities
sun shines on the snow
rain, sleet, snow
trying to walk upright
most times
winter’s eccentricities
faced with challenges
daring us to seize
sun shines on the snow
her warm embrace,
mother nature’s smile
©Tournesol;18/01/24
yesterday
winter watercolours
today a memory
yesterday
sighs forming
flow with the current
winter watercolour
once frozen in time
now a puddle
today a memory
nothing lasts forever
change is constant
©Tournesol’18/01/19
Daily Moments – January 19/18 Nature’s Life Lesson
The movie was tense and people were holding their breaths in time with the music making their hearts skip a few beats now and then…all except for Tania. She would stare at the screen showing a horror film at her old town’s movie theatre. It was supposed to be a reunion of her best forever friends and classmates of 1957 and yet…Her mind could not escape the scene from her motel last night.
She kept playing it over and over in her head. She could still hear the woman chanting the same rhyme in the room next to hers.
you will pay for your sin
robbing me of my childhood
time to see who’s turn to win
and rob you of your manhood
Tania dialed 911 and the police arrived just in time preventing a sordid and painful deed. The man had left in handcuffs and not the girl. He had been listed as one of the most wanted in ten states for sexual assault of a minor for the past four decades.
Tania whispered her favourite chant:
justice will prevail
waste not your life avenging
karma always wins
©Tournesol ’18/01/16
Written for the Secret Keeper Challenge: Write a poem or flash ficiton incluidng these 5 words: | LIST | OVER| STARE | FILM | RHYME |
snow swaddles the earth
the old spruce stands tall
aims to the heavens
snow swaddles the earth
mother nature’s lullaby
whistles through the night
the old spruce stands tall
guiding through the storm
a landmark
aims to the heavens
children’s soft whispers
bedtime prayers
©Tournesol’18/01/15
Daily Moments Jan 15 2018 Nature s Duvet Troiku
