[…] “Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.” […] Khalil Gibran
deep in the night
abandoned by their glitter
wrapped in sadness
in the silent darkness
until dawn
©Tournesol’16/08/18
Category: tanka
tranquil moments (tanka)
even the cricket
-too hot to move
stands still
emerald eyes sedate
purring lullabies
©Tournesol’16
art is relative (haibun)
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder just as finding beauty in any kind of creative art. I don’t know why but this prompt “art” makes me thing of garbage day in the suburbs. Whenever you want to get rid of something that is still in fairly good condition, you usually put it to the curb a day or two before garbage day. I got rid of two sewing machines that way, a television and furniture. Within a few hours I saw cars or pick-up trucks collecting my wares. Someone’s trash can be another’s treasure and that is what makes me find the relation between art and trash.
I remember when I was a teenager and lived at our grandmother’s house. My sister and my bedroom was the furnace room in the basement. There was a small old bookshelf and I decided to paint it psychedelic style. Yep, I made it look like trash but at the time I thought it was art. Boy, was my grandmother EVER patient and tolerant to endure that piece of crap in our bedroom. But then again, she did not intrude in our little sanctuary too much. We were so blessed and never truly realized that gift at the time.
Look at young children who draw us their first pictures. Okay, okay, your heart is probably melting thinking of that first drawing. But honestly we actually had to ask our child what they saw in it because, let’s face it, we had not clue. But our hearts were all gooey and warm and filled with so much love, right?
Writing is an art as well as most of you who are reading may agree. Well, heck, of course it is!! When I started blogging I am pretty sure I did not create art but with encouragement and my love of the written word, I got a tiny bit better every day. I can’t draw or paint as I would love to but I have accepted to paint my world with words in poetry and especially in my waka (Japanese forms of poetry)
lazy afternoon
ending with a slow dive
in the distance
heart swells with such joy
magenta skies and mauve clouds
(c) Tournesol’16
young love (tanka)
(tanka)
running through puddles
midsummer rain
laughing like young children
hands her a scented flower
raindrops on rose blushed petals
(c) Tournesol’16
Secret Keeper Prompts 5 words: YOUNG RAIN LAUGH ROSE HAND
Feeling a bit constrained to keep those 5 words in my poem, here are two other poems inspired by this flower:
(tanka)
splashing in puddles
feel so alive and young
laughing at life
hands her a gem flecked flower
curve of her rose tinted lips
(haiku)
raindrops on petals
midsummer rain
nature’s perfect gems
©Tournesol’16
Music moves the soul (tanka)
Heart wants to burst
feeling the long lost love
until the song ends
daydreaming happy endings
lips start to curl
Lyrics for The Man Who Can’t Be Moved By The Script
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don’t understand,
I’m not, broke I’m just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
Policeman says son you can’t stay here,
I said there’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
People talk about the guy
Who’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world
And maybe I’ll get famous as man who can’t be moved,
And maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news,
And you’ll come running to the corner
‘Cause you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I’m not gonna move.
Songwriters: STEPHEN KIPNER, ANDREW FRAMPTON, MARK SHEEHAN, DANIEL O’DONOGHUE
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Daily Moments July 21 2016 off to the country
Preparing for a five-day visit away, she fills bowls of water and dishes of kibble around the kitchen and living room; fans are placed strategically to have a nice breeze throughout the area.
off to the country
golden and shepherd await
feline left behind
meowing and nuzzling
reaping those last strokes
(c)Tournesol’16
Daily Moments July 21 2016 off to the country
earning desert (tanka)
bobbing straw hats
tiny hands pick strawberries
red smeared lips
still room in their tummies
shortcake for desert
(c) Tournesol’16-07-11
Written for The Daily Post “desert”
underrated (tanka)
misunderstood
viewed as a weed struck down
despite golden hues
tenacious flora springs back
resilient dandelion
©Tournesol’16/07/02
“ Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” Confucius
belonging to something bigger (tanka – haiku)
Headset on- check
volume blasting – check
try to dull thumps
failed attempts – I chant in peace
Om Namaha Shivaya
I am we
detaching from my ego
let go, let be
still need to practice
belong to something bigger
10pm, midnight
5am, no difference
so tired
I am we
detaching from my ego
let go, let be
need to practice
belong to something bigger
disturbance
inner turmoil creates
opportunities
I am we
detaching from my ego
let go, let be
Om Namaha Shivaya
belong to something bigger
© Tournesol’16/07/02
Daily Moments July 2 – belonging to something bigger
Daily Moments – July 1 2016 life is good (haibun)
I just remembered this morning, I have 5 days off in a row instead of 3! Being a slow poke and not a planner, I realize that I can just relax one more day and not feel guilty.
tomorrow
and other morrows
shall follow
In the interim, washing the slip-covers of my couch seems like a good start of a day of leisure…the machine does all the work.
reading `tween times
an autobiography
one cousin’s past
fragrant shampoo
drops of Argan oil combed through
waist long hair
rousing my best feline friend
savours scents from each lock
sipping slowly
Colombian brew
Ah! life is good!
©Tournesol’16/07/01
Daily Moments, July 1 2016 “Life is good” (haibun)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 