Poetry ~ Waka
boisterous energy
guests finally take their leave
silence is deafening
boisterous energy
contagious laughter
warms her heart
guests finally take their leave
savours cup of camomile
trace of loneliness
silence is deafening
conversations in her mind
mute the quiet
© Tournesol ’15
inner turmoil
deafening – rapids roar
seagulls squeal
inner turmoil
charging waves swell with passion
into waters, spill
deafening – rapids roar
echoes of my rumbling soul
searching inner peace
seagulls squeal
harmonize, my soul’s refrain
puffs over current
OctPoWriMo – 9 How the elements affect me – water – By the river rapids, I feel all stress dissipate slowly dripping into the water, flowing with the current.
The Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
trace of autumn
butterfly and bumble bee
lingering
trace of autumn
blossoms resisting
summer’s end
butterfly and bumble bee
hold a secret
the other side
lingering
season closing in
shorter days
soft breeze whistles
golden rays warm my face
life remembered
so much love
mother fed me every day
abundance overflowed
left me plenty
to feed an army
on this muddy path
I walk alone
winter calls me
© Tournesol ’15
Written for Dversepoets – Jisei – Death Poem
along the river
autumn colours adorn
riverside path
along the river
water turning bluish grey
frigid ripples
autumn colours adorn
public parks and highways
nature’s last show
riverside path
bike trail runs along the keys
season’s last ride
© Tournesol ’15
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
waiting
window gazing she knows
I’m here for the night
waiting
sleeps in her five beds
knowing I`ll come home
window gazing she knows
twenty-four buses pass
then I waltz in
I’m here for the night
never a doubt that I am
her night companion
©Tournesol’15
autumn sky
rush of tints, blush –
infuse me
autumn sky
vibrant, so blue
shy of clouds
rush of tints, blush –
ambers and hennas
evocative
infuse me
my last reward – before,
stillness takes over
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autumn sky
rush of tints, blush –
infuse me
autumn sky
vibrant, so blue
shy of clouds
rush of tints, blush –
ambers and hennas
evocative
infuse me
my last reward – before,
stillness takes over
© Tournesol’15
(haiku)
looks in the mirror
puffy eyes and mouth,
after the storm
after the storm
a thousand “I’m sorry’s”
sounds of white noise
(troiku)
in the looking glass
shades of black and blue
after the storm
in the looking glass
stranger stares back
void of life
shades of black and blue
dreams of rainbow colours
pretends life is fine
after the storm
a hundred and one promises
until the next
© Tournesol’15
This is the last haiku by Basho. It is now known as his “death poem” or Jisei.
ill on a journey
my dreams start to wander
across desiccated fields
© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
It’s very common in classical times that poets wrote their death-poem, the last poem of their life.
Here is our host’s Jisei
my dreams wander
along the path of my life …
Honeysuckle blooms
Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away
© Chèvrefeuille
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Today on my way to work I was shocked to see new blossoms in the thicket. Most of the flowers are dying except for sunflowers growing through the concrete in the street and tiny daisies among dead bushes. The bees were busy kissing every flower they could find today and one lone blue butterfly winked at me.
a bed of daisies
unusual blossoms
end of season
a bed of daisies
lie in wait
like poppies
unusual blossoms
caress my weary bones
butterfly kiss
end of season
contemplating
a late frost
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heart aglow
love still to spare –
liquid blues gaze,
purple veils magenta skies
fading sunset
(c) Tournesol’15
MindLovesMiserysMenagerie & Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille
the end is near
oh! that hanging cradle –
cobweb
the end is near
live today – like,
no tomorrows
oh! that hanging cradle
gently rocks,
to a heartbeat
cobweb
holding the mind
hostage
© Tournesol ’15
I was inspired after reading Magical Mystical Teacher in “Door”. When I saw that photo, my heart was drawn to it since I love doors and my mind wandered to a place a few years ago attending a recital in an old church where this amazing musician allowed her fingers to float over her harp like an angel of grace. And so I used MMT’s last haiku as the Troika which is the sleigh, the base haiku from which I am starting to write this troiku
Noxious vapours flee
at the sound of harp and lyre—
the old door trembles
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
noxious vapours flee
each new breath
heavenly sighs
at the sound of harp and lyre –
celestial visions
pull my heart strings
the old door trembles
coughing exaltation
I shudder
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 