Poetry ~ Waka
stately sunflowers
standing tall and vain,
bend with the wind
stately sunflowers
nourish the land – not,
just a pretty face
standing tall and vain
trying with all its might
to reach golden star
bend with the wind
autumn enters with a gasp
a humble gesture
©Tournesol’16
Quote of inspiration and the theme is “autumn” hosted by Silverthreading
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” George Eliot.
savouring autumn
dipped in earthy tones
drunk with bliss
savouring autumn
sights, sounds and scents
infuse me
dipped in earthy tones
no longer veils young lovers
the old bare oak tree
drunk with bliss
splash of autumn in the sky
at sunset
©Tournesol’16/09/07
A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
nothing fills
the emptiness of the question
where are they?
the empty nest
my daughter’s house
after the wedding
© Jane Reichhold
emptiness lingers
universe mocks me
like an iron lung
emptiness lingers
weight of a droplet
on a lotus leaf
universe mocks me
filling the well
with salty tears
like an iron lung
echoes in the night
booming
(c) Tournesol’16
angels
flit and fly,
sitting on the street
angels everywhere
shed a tear
ripple on a lake
flit and fly
flutter in a field
crawl upon my palm
sitting on the street
lessons of compassion
and humility
&
loving presence
grandchildren
gifts from heaven
© Tournesol’16/09/02
Here is a poem AC gave the family for Easter when she was in kindergarten. On the card it reads, “Retold by AC”
The air is like a butterfly
with frail blue wings
the happy earth looks at the sky
and sings
Today, I sit and think of her with loving thoughts. It is her birthday today, on August 31st …my baby is no longer a baby but a blue butterfly that sings…
baby girl born
filled with innocence
air so pure
baby girl born
always a baby in eyes
of a mother
filled with innocence
shedding day by day
butterfly wings
air so pure
like the sound of her voice
when she sings
&
life’s goodies
filled with spice – and,
everything nice
to my daughter, my blue butterfly,
Happy Birthday
with love,
Mom
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[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
sun gently peers
yawning gardens stir
from a dim skyline
sun gently peers
announcing
emerging day
yawning gardens stir
waiting with bated breath
burgeoning rosette
from a dim skyline
sunbeams kissing blossoms
wowing the courtyard
©Tournesol ’16
Prompts: Haiku Horizons & Care Diem Haiku Hai
The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
hands her a daisy,
blushing, she thanks him,
Oh those courting days!
hands her a daisy,
heart fills with hope
their first kiss…
blushing, she thanks him
roaming the field – leans closer,
her hand feels so soft
Oh those courting days!
arm slides round her tiny waist
head on his shoulder
©Tournesol’16
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
sundown getaway
silently savouring
nature’s last act
sundown getaway
inhaling
tranquil escape
silently savouring
guiltless greed
heavenly bliss
nature’s last act
rooftop view
exit the sun
©Tournesol’16
When I see the word “climb”the image of Maria (Julie Andrews) comes to mind and I hear the finale of The Sound of Music, “Climb Every Mountain”. In life, we are presented many mounds and foothills to surmount…some seeming too difficult to climb. Some do not always see the different paths to get to the top; others do not realize they don’t have to do it all alone…
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[…] “Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. ” […] Theodore Roethke
child looks wide-eyed
yet – time moves at a snail’s pace
eyelids beckon
child looks wide-eyed
mound of sand with tiny holes
tiny critters climb
yet- time moves at a snail’s pace
despite grappling wit
millimetre steps
eyelids weigh
resolutely reach the top
misses finale
(c) Tournesol’16
[…] “On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.” […]Jules Renard (1864-1910)
blazing sunset
makes the sky bleed
holds me in awe
blazing sunset
caught my eye
tripped on a pebble
makes the sky bleed
not a sound is heard
silent seagulls gaze
holds me in awe
seized in rapture
a long moment
(c) Tournesol’16-08-22
Daily moments August 22 2016
Tournesol dans un Jardin 