nature never fails (tanka)

“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

Inspired by Lord Byron’s poem

©Clr’16/06/30 Chambly Rapids, Chambly, Qc.

(tanka)

seeking solace
humankind may fail, unless
compassion rules
nature never disenchants
soothing soul by rapids`roar

©Tournesol’16/06/30

mountain rendezvous (haibun)

They ran up the mountain into the forest laughing like children. He took her hand tenderly and smiled.

letters in a heart
carved on mountain white birch
after their first kiss

© Tournesol’16/06/30

Daily moments – lost innocence (haibun)

Today, she sits in quiet contemplation. A day of rest for the body and yet, the heart remembers stories of untold secrets that remain silenced. Too many pieces to that puzzle missing, she sighs, wishing she could do more…

no one could resist
weeping
 lost innocence

no one could resist
dancing to wise women’s song
free the children

Somehow, that song and action to free other children around the world soothed her…for today.

Daily moments also written for the secret keeper: (5) Words: | SONG | WOMAN | FREE | NO | LOST |

letting loose (haibun) Song Lyric Sunday – Daily Moments June 26 2016

 

She can’t help it. Every time she hears that song, she is reminded of the gas bar scene, the footloose extravaganza and pure, innocent bliss.

 

head starts shaking
foot tapping and shoulder rolls,
smile forms on my lips

©Tournesol’16/06/26

What a treat to see this prompt on LindaGHill’s blog – Song Lyric Sunday Theme “happiness”

Daily Moments June 26 2016 – letting loose  (Haibun)

twilight’s symphony (troiku)

blistering heat
cicadas together in concert
summer music

blistering heat
welcomes nightfall – and,
disrobing

cicadas together in concert
swamped by deep throated moos
a bullfrog’s call

summer music
sudden breeze moves wind chimes
shivers down her spine

©Tournesol’16/06/26

Written for HaikuHorizons “music”

A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

 

scent of roses (haiga)

wild rose bush

sunny afternoon
smell the roses
beauty beckons

(c) Tournesol’16-06-24

bonne Saint Jean (haiku) daily moments

(c) Clr'16
(c) Clr’16

children squealing
school`s out
time to play

time to play
dancing in the street
fireworks at night

fireworks at night
summer’s here – celebrate
Bonne Saint-Jean

(c) Tournesol’16-06-24

Daily Moments – Bonne St Jean (haiku)

June 24 2016

back in time (haiku)

Housebeautiful – Princess Ann Rose

first day of summer
scent of princess Ann Rose
cherish willow’s shade

retro oasis
under a palm tree – lights
Camel cigarette

cruise-ship blares
voyage escaping winter’s snow
rainbow in the sky

yellow daisies
gild St-Anne’s Shrine – whilst,
campers bow in prayer

©Tournesol’16/06/22

CDHK – Back in Time – Full Circle

1.summer 2. princess 3. willow 4. oasis 5. palm tree(s)
6. camels 7. cruise-ship 8. snow 9. rainbow 10. yellow
11. shrine 12. prayer (or praying)

After the rain (troiku)

after the rain
running and skipping
on the wet ground

after the rain
birds know the meaning
pot holes are baths

running and skipping
dreams of a rainbow –then,
cries with delight

on the wet ground
steps on his image – splash!
puzzled raised head

©Tournesol’16/06/21

What a delight finding this opportunity writing to not just one, nor two but three prompts today!
The Secret Keeper with these 5 words: MEANING | RAISE | CRY | DREAM | GROUND
Haiku Horizons with “puzzle”
And a new meme I discovered today, Tuesday at Ten with the word “Step”

Troiku is a new form of Haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Diem where you are welcome to write to his daily meme.

Irish eyes are smiling (haibun)

My great-great-grandfather, Michael O’Donnell was born in Ballybunion, County Kerry, Ireland and emigrated to Québec, Canada at the beginning of the great famine. His daughter, my great-auntie Mae returned to Ireland several times and shared slides of her journeys. We used to tease her since she never married and how a man holds her by the waist as she is lying on her back kissing the Blarney Stone. She would get a good chuckle out of that.

I would love to visit my roots one day and check out the castle ruins in County Kerry. Maybe I would be inspired to write a fairy tale or two.

.ballybunion.ie

emerald eyes gleam
hanging on his every word
tales of yore

County Kerry castles thrive
now – mere stone walls here and there

claims royal heirlooms
ripped from his ancestors
at Blarney Castle

©Tournesol’16/06/20

Carpe Diem “Ireland”