Poetry ~ Waka
This is a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille…to learn more click on his website Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
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Heaven beams
devotees hear her message
love is the way
heaven beams
chanting heard from the ashram
new dawn
devotees hear her message
raising their arms in praise
Amma speaks
Love is the way
we must all do our share
we are one
© Tournesol ’15
I was inspired by this beautiful photo from a post at Karuna Poole, my friend’s blog at LivingLearningandLettingGo here she shares a special morning in her garden.
Tranquil moments
Mother Nature’s morning
salutations
tranquil moments
wind whispers
new day
Mother Nature’s morning
wings stretch
tip to tip
salutations
honouring first dawn
the crow calls
© Tournesol ’15
alone by the tracks
train toots planned arrival
her dad never comes
alone by the tracks
despair hits her hard
left with not a care
train toots planned arrival
her long awaited father
cares not to show up
her dad never comes
broken promises fill her heart
grief her middle name.
© Tournesol ’15
I originally composed this troiku this morning with the thoughts of my walk through the thicket last week on my way to work. I had been mesmerized and filled with grace looking at the wild flowers and one sole tiny blue butterfly fluttering from one flower to the next.
A blogger, Brenda from Friendly Fairy Tales, suggested “Perhaps the butterfly was a messenger of love from an admirer. A reminder to love yourself and value even the steps that you take to get to work. The in-between time is the most magic and free. I used to love driving, it felt so free being in-between one place and another.”
However, when I got home tonight I took a little peak at Carpe Diem since I had not had time to look in the past three days and I noticed the Time Glass prompt, First Celebration and found my offering fitting for this prompt as well. Serenidipty hits again.
mazu iwae ume o kokoro no fuyu-gomeri
first celebrate
the flowers in your heart
confined in winter
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
grateful
first cherry blossom
in the moonlight
© Chèvrefeuille
amid thicket
daisies stand at attention
sun beams in awe
amid thicket
birds tweet in salutation
blue butterfly flits
daisies stand at attention
buttercups wild yet humble
grass waves delight
sun beams in awe
butterfly flutters with glee
nature’s gift to thee
blue butterfly flits
silently communes with thee
love thee first, then all
© Tournesol ’15
Sunday brunch had become a tradition for these ladies. Some were divorced; a few never tied the knot and one widowed. They met at work years ago and since had all retired. For many retirement meant either long overdue travelling with their mate or slipping away into oblivion, but not these ladies. They seemed like born again “girls”. They went on road trips together, started a book club, hosted social teas, attended art exhibits and often took to the streets now and then advocating for change.
(Troiku)
A lovely name
Chez Alice’s menu
special of the day
A lovely name
wet nurse feeds another babe
sustenance
Chez Alice’s menu
array of helpings
sweet and light
special of the day
extra virgin spread
high in harmony
© Tournesol ’15
Weathered
fleeting blossoms flit
barely a trace
weathered
budding promises
hope or despair
fleeting blossoms flit
a kiss dismissed
innocence lost
barely a trace
every sense evokes
my muse delights
© Tournesol ’15
(Troiku)
Up the mountain
bread crumbs on the trail
white blossoms
up the mountain
soft petals brush my cheek
tickling
bread crumbs on the trail
old crow robs me blind
lost my way
white blossoms
fragrance lingers
leads the way
© Tournesol ’15
Depression can be a passage in time life offers one to take stalk of one’s life; other times it can be more complex…meeting up with past traumas, a chemical imbalance and the brain needs a boost of “vitamins”, a professional who accompanies one through the darkness so they don’t stumble in those twists and turns in that labyrinth of a tunnel…perhaps it is a moment to grieve which I often call a “necessary depression” to take the time one needs to mourn a loss…to recognize and embrace that moment even when it hurts. I remember telling a youth embracing suffering sounds so absurd but picture embracing a cactus! and once you have felt the pain, with a supportive listener helping you detach from the needles of that plant, a lightness is felt and finally one may find enlightenment.
(Troiku)
waiting in darkness
waiting for the light
nothing seems to…
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on an ancient path
sacred simulation
way of the cross
on an ancient path
searching for answers
forgiven
sacred simulation
praying for forgiveness
bow in thanks
way of the cross
remember the sacrifice
on this ancient path
© Tournesol ’15
(troika)
turn turn turn
when does it stop
on this roundabout
turn turn turn
reeling in vertigo
cycling
when does it stop
short or long paths,
timing is everything
on this roundabout
all roads lead to Rome
but, different lessons
© Tournesol’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 