Poetry ~ Waka
fresh fallen snow
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
more yellowish
(C) Chèvrefeuille
fresh fallen snow
angel dust on eyelashes
child squeals with delight
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
mindful of a season’s end
sunny smile will fade
more yellowish
autumn whispers au revoir
on a white backdrop
©Tournesol’17/05/11
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
(troiku)
Life’s a masquerade
springtime’s new chapter
temporary ruse
life’s a masquerade
dressed in floral camouflage
pink pedal pushers
springtime’s new chapter
arousing and illicit
scent of fresh ink
temporary ruse
despite its transience
forever memoirs
©Tournesol’17/05/09
Daily Moments May 9 2017
There is nothing like the feeling of rich dark soil slip through your fingers when planting a garden. Gloves will only rob you of that sense of life at your fingertips. Think about the erotic sensation of a piece of cheese cake or decadent truffles; feel the smooth richness on your tongue…
arching their bodies
nature’s sweet arousal
nestling in its moistness
in and out, in and out
worms surrender blissfully
autumn’s last harvest
winter’s table scraps
black gold of gardeners
autumn’s last harvest
feeding sod nutrients
leftover leaves
winter’s table scraps
Mother Nature’s caviar
salivating worms
black gold of gardeners
putrefying stench
parfum de la vie
©Tournesol’17/05/09
A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Written for Poetics Tuesday Dverse-Poetics Pub- Soil Poetics
Today at DversePoetsPub, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Poetics wants you to write poetry about soil. This is what he says:
“To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I both love and hate the scent of mulch. I love the growth and fear decay. I love to walk barefoot in warm dirt, but afterwards I wash my feet.
Soil gives grain for bread, but when the weather fails we die of hunger.
Soil is friend and foe.
There are many synonyms for soil: mulch and compost, dirt and grime, earth and ground all reflect the soil and various values we attribute to its worth.
Soil can be metaphors for land and country, for home and nations. For war and peace and for the roots of trees.
Taste the soil or bite the dust, bring me poetry from what you sense in soil.
Be gravedigger or gardener, be soil of your origin and dig it deep.
heavy moans
fill the night
in their heat
heavy moans
on a hot summer night
bullfrogs
fill the night
foreplay leading to
full course meal
in their heat
sipping on their digestif
sighs of cravings quenched
©Tournesol’17/5/08
This week at Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille,at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie the haiku theme is “a new day”. Our host writes…
in the light of dawn
the world looks mysterious
a new day begins
© Chèvrefeuille
So often I start with a haiku and then my muse uses it as a troika (the sleigh) and other thoughts are “pulled” out of those first three lines. Chèvrefeuille created a new form of haiku call the Troiku. So here is my troiku to A New Day
as the fog lifts
vibrant skyline returns
a world comes alive
as the fog lifts
aroma of fresh ground coffee
senses awaken
vibrant skyline returns
chanting ever softly
to the rising sun
a world comes alive
fledglings demand their breakfast
cacophony of starlings
©Tournesol’17/05/08
The three women walked along the riverside reminiscing of times passed. Approaching an old vegetable garden two of them, scrunched up their noses at the putrid scent. The eldest seemed not to notice the stench and paused looking at a crow cawing on a branch.
graced by a presence
drawn by sweet fragrance
trust and compassion
graced by a presence
divine intervention
a mother’s love
drawn by sweet fragrance
budding promise
faith, hope and love
trust and compassion
if only the world knew
their blessed bouquet
Walking towards her children, one woman contemplated for a long moment. Inhaling a deep belly breath, she paused and felt a spasm in her chest as if her heart was bursting at the seams.
pink and white buds
begging share to their love
apple blossoms
©Tournesol’17/05/07
Daily Moments Troibun May 7 2017 love blossoms
In the past few years she has been altering her way of meditating. Rather than consciously searching for a quiet place to tune out for a few minutes, writing waka (Japanese poetry) has entered her life and added to another way of musing.
Her thoughts and feelings about a day, an event and especially about nature has become welcoming moments of contemplation. It is also a wonderful way to detach from the busyness of a day and look more carefully under a few layers and truly reflect within. Nature seems to have that effect in bringing out those hidden layers and connecting with nature.
simmering thoughts
swell of the current
the river flows
simmering thoughts
after a long winter’s slumber
tulips breaking ground
swell of the current
rolls off the tip
a poet’s tongue
the river flows
spilling over waves
in verse
©Tournesol’17/05/04
Kim Russell is the guest writer and runner up of the Cherry Blossom kukai who wrote:
pink sakura blush
spring’s kimono falls to earth
silk snatched by a breeze
© Kim Russell
Check out her beautiful piece at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where she writes about ‘the poet’s craft'” and creates a series of beautiful haiku and tanka. For this meme, the theme she leaves us with is to reflect on our own experiences as haiku and tanka poets.
Here is the quote for our inspiration:
“There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon”. Matsuo Basho
And here is our host’s response on this quote:
hidden in the mist
fields of thousand tulips
waiting for the sun
© Chèvrefeuille
And here is my troiku (a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille)
enhanced by its glow
reflecting golden star,
mere dandelions
enhanced by its glow
guiding lovers
through the night
reflecting golden star
striking yet, unassuming,
sunflowers
mere dandelions
adorn wide open spaces
healing benefits
©Tournesol’17/05/01
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Use that Quote”
spring is in the air
children linking arms
skipping to the park
spring is in the air
fingers stroking golden locks
on a park bench
children linking arms
chasing the blues away
chanting nursery rhymes
skipping to the park
wiggling their tiny hips
singing “Happy”
©Tournesol’17/05/01
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
Aw, finally spring is really here! She loves May for many reasons…budding blossoms giving hope, lilac trees burgeon and tulips reaching to the sky in so many brilliant colours. She remembers as a young child in primary school, the month of May meant she was allowed to go out on a school night. She would put on her Mary Jane’s that her mother had brought from the shoemaker. The taps had been added on the tip and heels. They said it was to prevent the wearing of the shoes. But she just loved to hear the clickety click when walking on the sidewalk to church. She would change into something pretty, bring a sweater for the walk back home and of course place her rosary in her little purse.
Clickety click, and on she went but entering the church the clicks echoed so loudly, even tip-toeing made heads turn. Old ladies with thin lips and silly hats frowned disapprovingly but there were always one or two that knew her mother or grandmaman and nodded approving her presence to recite the evening rosary to Mother Mary.
first day in May
walking through the park
lovers hand in hand
first day in May
begins the month of Mary
droning Hail Mary’s
walking through the park
hair blowing in the wind
cherry blossoms wave
lovers hand in hand
kiss under the cherry tree
petal on her nose
©Tournesol’17/05/01
Daily Moments – First day in May (Troibun)
I had not read the meme properly and just realized we were to write a tan renga…since it is May 1st, I can’t help keeping the same theme as my daily thoughts.
on a gust of wind
the cherry blossoms dance through the streets
in praise of the Creator
© Chèvrefeuille
girls clutch their rosary,
month of Mother Mary begins
©Tournesol ‘17/05/01
Tournesol dans un Jardin 