birthday blessings (tanka ~naani)

November 29th Birthday wishes to three friends

What joy to see I had three friends to wish them joy on their birthdays today…

(tanka)

as the sun rises
thousands of birds migrate
on Loktak Lake
the wind whistles through the trees
birthday wishes…

friends are forever
whether near or far away
Saint Lawrence seaway
to the Pacific Ocean
echoing birthday blessings

(naani)

as I meditate on those days
two women discussing life through tears and laughter
growing spiritually more and more each day
learning from each other – old souls connecting

wishing my friend a blessed birthday
today is her lucky year
may the sun rise and set
smiling on her each day…

©Tournesol’17/11/29

Micro Poetry Month #29

Daily Moments November 28 2017 – Carpe Diem (A Cherita)

(a cherita)

even the sky seizes

sun rays hold steady
on a pale blue backdrop

tiny icicles form
eyelashes melt in liquid blue
exhaling white clouds

©Tournesol’17/11/28

or the above moment in Waka:

even the sky seizes
on a pale blue backdrop
sun rays hold steady

tiny icicles form
melting in liquid blues
exhaling white clouds

©Tournesol’17/11/28

Written for Micro Poetry Month #28

Daily Moments November 28 2017 – Carpe Diem (A Cherita)

Summer breeze ~ Troiku

summer breeze
through the window
quivering blossoms

summer breeze
rustling leaves
muffling moans

through the window
nature procreates
caterwauls

quivering blossoms
stems gyrate with the wind
pure delight

©Tournesol ‘17/11/27

Written for Haiku Horizons: Breeze

Random thoughts ~ American Sentence Daily Moments #27

Saturday’s tears, hidden by Sunday morning snow, until tomorrow.

Listening to yesterday’s songs in Mom’s rocking chair, then she appears.

First snow, I’m a child again, laying on my back making snow angels.

If only the world was led by their hearts instead of their egos.

Written for Micro Poetry Month #27

old man walking – Troiku – Daily moments November 26 2017

old man walking
heading to his last demise
knows not what’s ahead

old man walking
hoping for a better draw
winnings from his game

heading to his last demise
his pockets bare, he lost again
heart filled with despair

knows not what’s ahead
stepping off the curb to cross
crashing to his fate

life is filled
with obstacles to grip
do at what you may

life if filled
compassion is the game
despite miseries

with obstacles to grip
chance to live and learn
turn your life around

do at what you may
if you can get it right this time
paradise awaits

©Tournesol’17/11/26

MicroPoetry Month #26

sinners in red (Quadrille & senryu) Micro Poetry Month 25 & First Line Friday

sinners in red Quadrille & senryu Micro Poetry Month 25

Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light
men walking in secretly-
coming out with pure delight
inked red upon their lips

the townspeople knew all too well
the going’s on in this house of sin
lust seekers who’ll be going to hell.

who are you
to judge
casting the last stone?

we are all sinners
in the eyes of the Creator,
self-righteous one!

©Tournesol’17/11/25

At Micro Poetry Monteh #25, we are asked to write a quadrille, a poem of 44 words. I have included the First Line Friday from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie which you see in italics to form my quadrille.