life’s unpredictable
change is inevitable
a constant you can count on
seasons follow nature’s course
the sun will always set
sunrise offers hope
©Tournesol’17 / 11 / 06 (140 characters)
Poetry ~ Waka
life’s unpredictable
change is inevitable
a constant you can count on
seasons follow nature’s course
the sun will always set
sunrise offers hope
©Tournesol’17 / 11 / 06 (140 characters)
joy
felt
seeping
through my pores
kinfolk stopover
unexpected precious embrace
my lips are smiling as I Iisten to my heart sing
tap
tap
tapping
my feet to the tunes
rising my soul to paradise
such miracles can only come from the universe.
vision of grace
red leaves on branches
poised
enduring hope
grey skies return
housekeeping never done
closing season
winter’s duvet awaits
©Tournesol’17/11/05
Micropoetry Month – November 5th, 2017 – Daily moments
We are asked to write a Fibonacci with as many lines as we wish following the Fibonacci sequence. I tried to keep it short (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13) and closed with two naani poems.
At MicroPoetry Month November 4th, we are inspired by the naani poetry form.
autumn sunshine
misleading yet welcoming
memories of summer
blind my eyes
weekend respite
playing it by ear
unexpected family visit
heartened soul
birthdays come and gone
age just a number
feels like yesterday
my first born
©Tournesol ’17/11/04
I am enjoying MicroPoetry Month very much. Since I have not had much time to write as much lately, this offers me an opportunity to still write my “daily moments”reflections of my day in short forms. It is also a wonderful occasion to get out of my comfort zone and try other poetry forms outside of Waka.
NaaniNaani is one of Indian’s most popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets Dr. N.Gopi, presently working as vice-chancellor to Telugu University, Andhra Pradesh.
last call of the night
adjusts the volume hearing soft whimpering
listening to a new tale
shock and grief coats her sullen voice
listening with empathetic resignation
a story unfolds of love and loss.
*******
shuffling home slowly at one in the morning
my mind holds too many tales
I long for days of rest
three days I shall escape with my muse
writing to my heart’s content
while eating comfort food
©Tournesol’17/11/04
Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #3
Daily moments November 3 2017 Friday night hotlines
different shades of grey
misty skies and barren trees
autumn’s dark demise
lavish colours washed away
November’s final purge
wise ones flying south
joining other feathered friends
honking their goodbyes
© Tournesol’17/11/02
Daily Moments November 2, 2017

last splashof pink
slips below the horizon
enter twilight
last splash of pink
blending with a darkened sky
colour it purple
slip below the horizon
other side of the world
meeting dawn
enter twilight
dusk turning
to midnight blue
©Tournesol ’17/11/01
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaiku Kai.

Clouds no longer form shapes in the sky. All one sees now is grey and greyer. Wind gusts and rain make the trees flap their arms shedding their leaves that are still green! The day is coming and we feel it in our bones due to the dampness, the cold and daunting night of Hallow’s Eve.
stars hiding
behind heavy billows
filled with tears
stars hiding
waiting to shine
on All Hallow’s Day
behind heavy billows
stories retold
of revered saints
filled with tears
dressed as an angel
dropped all her candies
©Tournesol’17/10/30
Written for Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge: Spooky Night
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai. I have coined the haibun in this case a Troibun.

cobwebs hang on doors
everyone plays “dress-up”,
shouting, “trick or treat!
old lady wringing her hands
“well, now my little pretties!”
Dracula next door
handing out bags of treats
children grab and run
©Tournesol’17/10/30
decades
of love affairs
reminiscent dreams
Marvin Gaye reminding me
how sweet it is
thinking of you
lightheaded and giddy
breathing in your scent
help me before I fall in love
all over again
melancholy dreams
a case of you so bittersweet
my soul still bleeds
©Tournesol’17/10/28
Daily Moments – October 18/17 -Reflections of loves come and gone, sweet love and bitter heartbreaks