Poetry ~ Waka
what am I?
in the cosmos
a spec of dust
what am I?
taking up space
and to what end?
in the cosmos
fighting to stay alive
all living things
a spec of dust
in a vacuum
of uncertainties
©Tournesol’ 17/12/08
Daily Moments – uncertainty of Life – December 8, 2017
Icicles hang
beneath the boardwalk
the lonely ocean
Icicles hang
waiting
for the storm
beneath the boardwalk
a child’s pail and shovel
forgotten
the lonely ocean
too many fish
are dying
©Tournesol’17/12/04
(troiku)
early morning start
Monday in the city
people watching
early morning start
unaccustomed
autumn dark skies
Monday in the city
rush hour push and shove
coins drop in tin cup
people watching
one by one they shuffle by
empty cups in hand
©Tournesol’17/12/03
(troiku)
trace of autumn
wilting sunflower
lingers
trace of autumn
season closing in
darkness swells
wilting sunflower
falling to enrich
tomorrow’s garden
lingers
fading sun dips
to the other side
(tanka)
…on this muddy path
rich with fallen leaves
times remembered
walking solo on this journey
winter beckons
©Tournesol’17/11/30
Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30 and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
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
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
first Robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly (c) Chėvrefeuille’17
first robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly
first robin spotted
pecking with purpose
on mother’s clothes line
the low lands are facing the dark
shadow slowly lifts
at dawn
snow falls softly
marking their spot
amid fallen leaves
(c) Tournesol ‘17/11/24
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light.
below them
silence of city streets
screamed with loneliness
the dark streets beckoned
warmer hearts
and fuller bellies
with crimson light
feigning love and musky scents
to pay the rent
(c) Tournesol’17/11/24
First Line Friday at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
(troiku)
autumn simmers
reassessing life’s options
season’s nesting spell
autumn simmers
rolling into sleepy times
winter’s slumber
reassessing life
sitting by a crackling fire
knitting my options
season’s nesting spell
searching under winter skies
making snow angels
(shadorma)
thoughts echo
in my weary brain
telling me
to slow down
run through future options
life is too damn short
©Tournesol’17/11/16
Daily moments – reassessing – November 16th, 2017
five o’clock shadows
hasty dusk settles
all day long
five o’clock shadows
greyness fills the soul
sullen shroud
hasty dusk settles
hiding any hope
melancholy rains
all day long
life without promise
haunting season’s end
©Tournesol’17/11/13
Written for MicroPoetry Month #13 – Daily Moments. Looking outside all I saw was grey and took a photo…the photo does not seem as grey as the day actually.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 