Poetry ~ Waka
September enters
a million leaves applauding
sudden rising winds
September enters
wrapped in woolen shawl
under clear blue skies
a million leaves applauding
preparing for autumn’s playground
bed of crunchy leaves
sudden rising winds
flying hats and pleated skirts
whistling boys’ delight
©Tournesol’17/09/02
Daily Moments September 2 2017 rising winds ~ troiku
Whenever she feels mystical shifts in her mind’s eye she simply allows images to tell their own story.Dusting off old narratives, a surge of waves of old and new dance together playing “catch-me-if-can” until they marry and lock onto a fresh canvas waiting for the artist’s inspiration…
thoughts linger
draped in cobwebs
quieting the mind
thoughts linger
weightless joy
makes her smile
draped in cobwebs
secrets of the night
lie in wait
quieting the mind
rhythmic waves
reaching nirvana
~
Aw the mind!
offers such sweet passages
to explore
©Tournesol’17/08/27
Daily moments – August 27th 2017 sweet travels (troibun) – and at Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday (SoCS) and the prompt is “when”
Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai asks us to write inspired by this painting by Paul Klee
(Troiku)
in the beginning
cold and warm collide
breathing into life
in the beginning
in every shape and colour
so much promise
warm and cold collide
trust and betrayal
narrowing options
breathing into life
meaning of life refined
leading to the light
©Tournesol’17/08/26
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Burning the midnight oil seemed futile. Over thinking can only shed angst and more puzzles.
searching for answers
in the recesses
of her mind
searching for answers
in reflection on the water
the river speaks
in the recesses
on the other side
of dementia
of her mind
filled with memories
rest on cobwebs
Daily Moments August 25, 2017 – too much thinking (senryu)
I had started to research and drafted a post for this prompt but that was two days ago and pfffft, I lost it all. Returning to the drawing board, I found a poem by Issa Kobayashi who I truly love his work. His last line in haiku often end with a nice surprise and sometimes with a bit of humour. I am sharing some of his bio here that I found at the Poetry Foundation:
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Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa, also known as Kobayashi Yataro and Kobayashi Nobuyuki, was born in Kashiwabara, Shinanao province. He eventually took the pen name Issa, which means “cup of tea” or, according to poet Robert Hass, “a single bubble in steeping tea.”
Issa’s father was a farmer. His mother died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandmother. His father remarried, and Issa did not get along well with his stepmother or stepbrother, eventually becoming involved in disputes over his father’s property. When Issa was 14, he left home to study haiku in Edo. He spent years traveling and working until returning to Kashiwabara in the early 1810s. In Kashiwabara, his life was marked by sorrow— the death of his first wife and three children, an unsuccessful second marriage, the burning down of his house, and a third marriage.
Issa’s haiku are as attentive to the small creatures of the world—mosquitoes, bats, cats—as they are tinged with sorrow and an awareness of the nuances of human behavior. In addition to haiku, Issa wrote pieces that intertwined prose and poetry, including Journal of My Father’s Last Days and The Year of My Life.”
The moon in August is sometimes called the Corn Moon or Cold Moon. Now this time of year when referring to the full moon, however, in Japan, they are referring to the autumn moon or harvest moon which I prefer to write about in September. I am really not ready to write that much about autumn…yet.
I remember travelling by car or by bus marveling at the full moon. It is sometimes on my left side and then my right side depending where I am driving and how many twists and curves I have taken. But when I am driving home alone late at night, somehow I don’t feel so alone. It is almost a sordid affair…like the man on the moon is keeping me company and only he and I exist until I get home.
I have chosen this poem by Issa for inspiration:
My humble attempt also having fun:
traveling with the moon (Troiku)
under a full moon
midnight rendezvous
skinny dipping
under a full moon
along the lonely highway
I’m not alone
midnight rendezvous
under the willow
stealing their last kiss
skinny dipping
splashing late at night
snoopy neighbour smiles
©Tournesol’17/08/25
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
This post was written for Suzanne’s On The Road Friday prompt: Travelling with the Moon.
brisk winds
strip trees bare, until
return of summer
brisk winds
blowing gold and amber leaves
nature’s duvet
strip trees bare
warm breeze passing through
Indian summer
return of summer
autumn in remission
before winter’s sleep
© Tournesol’17/08/23
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and the theme is Indian Summer.
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host, Chevrefeuille. You can see at his blog Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where he introduces his readers to this new form – The Troiku.
Nearing the end of summer is such a busy and pleasant time of year. Fruits are still plentiful at the farmer’s market, we can smell the peaches, plums and first pickings from the apple orchard. Vegetables are in abundance and it is a time to make homemade ketchup, pickled beets and bread and butter pickles. Kitchens are filled with aromas and tiny hands reaching for a spoon to savour the fruits of our mother’s and grandmother’s labour.
harvesting season
golden honey on my tongue
taste of heaven
harvesting season
tart and crunchy Lobos
first apple pickings
golden honey on my tongue
mixed with lemon and ginger
GrandMaman’s potion
taste of heaven
after dinner digéstif
apricot brandy
©Tournesol’17/08/21
Haiku Horizons: Prompt “Taste”
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
Inspired by Crossed Houses at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
linear shapes
concrete and steel
make-believe home
linear shapes
monotonous and boring
may turn one to drink
concrete and steel
searching for warmth
morning sun
make-believe home
ardent lovers still reach bliss
fairy-tale moonbeams
©Tournesol’17/08/21
This is in response to Suzanne’s On The Road prompt this week here , Chasing Butterflies where she is gives us a beautiful history of Sugita Hisajo who was born in 1890, a poetess who was not recognized until many years later.
Suzanne gives us this haiku to inspire us:
chasing butterflies
deep into spring mountains
I have become lost
– Hisajo
Now I am known to write many poems on butterflies especially since my mother passed in 2014 but this particular haiku spoke to me about going down a spiritual path and hopefully one day reaching harmony and clarity.
(Troiku)
buzzing fills the air
sweet nectar beckons
yielding the harvest
buzzing fills the air
got to dazed and confused
drifting roundabout
sweet nectar beckons
seeking that perfect balance
but scents lure her
buzzing fills the air
season rewards with benefits
balancing nature
©Tournesol’17/08/20
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
blue butterflies
even cicada are silent
divine messengers
My readers may remember my sharing, the spring, summer and fall after my mother passed, I kept seeing blue butterflies from May to early November. For some reason, I felt she was hanging around for a while until I was ready. I kept looking for those blue butterflies last year and this year but to no avail until this afternoon.
Walking home I took a different path and I was rewarded for my choice. Grasshoppers jumped at my feet before moving on to the grassland; bees absorbed solely by sweet nectar and so many to choose from! And then I saw one, two and so many more for the first time in two years…
if blue butterflies
even the cicada would silence
could only sing
if blue butterflies
were really messengers
living in heaven
even the cicada would silence
cardinal croons cheerfully
mid-day serenade
living in heaven
once in perfect harmony
demons and angels
©Tournesol’17/08/20
Daily Moments – August 20/17, return of my blue butterfly
Tournesol dans un Jardin 