soft whistling
echoes through the forest
keeps me company
~
bumping on the pier
ancient schooner groans
each wave rocks
rhythmic lazy tunes
eventide’s blues
© Tournesol ’16/02/11
Category: tanka
cruel intentions (tanka)
his cruel intentions
abrasive, day after day
winces tearfully
with unsteady hands
she dials nine-one-one
Wolf moon (tanka)
After lights and glitter, caroling and celebrating January sheds a veil of quietness. Sometimes the veil thickens with darkness.
wolves howl
harmonize with empty souls
the first full moon
sacred celebrations passed
only the moon sheds light
© Tournesol’16
in loving memory of the traveler 2016/01/28 14:48
© Clr 16/01/28
the explorer
seeking answers wrapped in gold
life’s journey
snowflakes gently fall
this mild wintry afternoon
tears of relief
angels greet this new spirit
stripped of pain, lives forever
a dove chortles
wings that lift him high above
bows in reverence
a mother gasps
grabbing at her heart
leans on the father
little sis’ weeps
leaning on her sons
and loving spouse
baby brother
cradled by his children
wife feels his heartbeat
minions pray
aunts, uncles, offspring and friends
pillars stand guard
let us pray
a new dimension of love
his safe passage
©Tournesol’16/01/28
Daily Moments January 26 2016 14:48
loving embrace (haibun)
Sitting on the shore, she ponders on life. Flashes of her youth, her marriage and promises kept as long as she could, for the sake of the children. Guilt weighed her for years wishing she could have controlled happiness for those she loves until she finally learned. Happiness is an attitude. One can get caught up in the happiness trap, hanging on to misery, self-effacing tapes repeated in our minds or letting go and letting be. Hanging on to “feel good” thoughts and images, mirroring the goodness within is her guide now for the rest of her journey.
© Karuna’s sunset in India , LivingLearningandLettingGo
Mother Nature soothes
cradling her stellar babe
tranquil surrender
compassion embraced
warmth slipping into deep sleep
© Tournesol ‘2016/01/20
When I saw these breathtaking photos at LivingLearningandLettingGo, I could not help but see a mother cradling her infant, the way the sun seems lulled on the horizon. Karuna was generous enough to allow me to post her photos for my reflections here.
cease the fight (tanka)
speak the truth
starts with the first step
sets you free
cease the fight, honour wins
stand tall – wind at your back
© Tournesol ’16/01/19
Written for the Secret Keeper writing prompt:
(5) Words: | WIND | SPEAK | FREE | START | FIGHT
Change (Six Sentence Stories – Haiku – Tanka)
Change
caterpillars change
painstakingly crawl up trees
into butterflies.
tadpoles mesmerize
swirling in a frenzy
making kids dizzy
sans a princess kiss
change into a frog.
change is constant
something you can count on
dependable and sure.
seedlings sprout
change into budding flowers
one of nature’s grace
children’s innocence
beware, abuse kills this purity
breaking little hearts.
birth is intense
prepares us for constant change
death- life’s peaceful rest.
(c) Tournesol ’16/01/17
Written for Six Sentence Stories
In honour of the late David Bowie…
Daily Moments Jan 16 2016 sensual sky haibun
Walking across the street, she almost tripped over her feet looking up admiring the moon. Despite the frigid air, she felt blessed watching beauty in the night sky.
look at you
seductive with your curve
beaming at me
that halo around you,
such cosmic grace
© Tournesol ’16/01/16
Daily Moments – Jan 16/16
January 12’16 Daily Moments- Winters of Yore (Haibun)
Walking across the mall’s parking lot she looked up at the glorious blue sky. The sun was hiding behind a tiny grey cloud, probably snow in that one. And then she saw a huge grey mass. It was where the snowploughs push the snow. In the past ten days, the lovely air we breathe in this city added its global charm.
sun plays peak- a- boo
grey puffs drifting
frowning at our air
unforgiving images
masking the universe
Viewing her photos the dreary mountain disgusts her. The wonderful thing about art and photography is that one can alter eyesores to more delightful landscapes.
brush dipped in pale hues
shading hills innocent and pure
O winters of yore!
– or –
pleasing to the eyes
softening harsh realities
soothing to the soul
© Tournesol ’16/01/12
enchanted evening (tanka)
waiting for her prince
some enchanted evening
a lovers’ meeting
years of tears shall never cease
accepts this fairy tale is true
© Tournesol’16/01/09
Looking at this prompt at The Secret Keeper, this Saturday morning, watching a romantic (cheesy) movie my muse got caught up with this poem.
(5) Words: | WAIT | MEET | TEAR | ACCEPT | CEASE |
Tournesol dans un Jardin 