
the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there © Buson
stands by the barren willow
heart still longs for her
(c) Tournesol’16
Poetry ~ Waka

the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there © Buson
stands by the barren willow
heart still longs for her
(c) Tournesol’16
fragile cherry blossoms
cover the backyard of the mansion
tears rolling down my cheeks
© Chèvrefeuille
advent of spring
that old apple tree
pubescent buds
(c) Tournesol’16-05-13
deep in snowdrift
I wrap my arms around tree
last dance before spring
© Ese
still burning from that first kiss
snow melts on my lips
(c) Tournesol’16-05-13
by Sreejit Poole
All things born must die a physical death. This we all know. Whether you believe that we fade to black or merge into the light, view death as an end, a new beginning or a transition, plays a major role in how you live. Do you try and experience everything you can knowing that you are going to die and be gone forever? Does this cause you to embrace life more fully or does it fill you with fear? Or do you believe that the way you live sets before you a path towards heaven, hell, or future births?
For 365 days, starting from May 1, 2016, we will have a meditation on Life and Death here in the Dungeon. I want to hear about how you embrace life. What makes you feel alive? What gives your life value? I want to know about how you deal with death. When did you come to really understand death? How has that affected your life? Does death make life more meaningful?
All bloggers, writers, artists, live-ers and die-ers are welcome. Send your prose piece (600 – 3000 words) along with a short bio, a profile picture, or picture that represents you to be featured with the bio, and a header image (2000 x 640 pixels recommended) to sreejitpoole927@gmail.com and enter On Living and Dying as the subject. Be sure to also give the blog, webpage, Facebook, or Twitter address that you’d like your name to be linked to. (If you don’t have one of these, and live totally off the grid, that’s cool too.)
365 days means there are a lot of voices being involved. If you have a friend that you think has a good story to tell, invite them to join. If they don’t consider themselves writers, tell them that you’ll proofread it for them and get it up to par. We want to hear from everybody.
All submitted content should be the original work of the author.
Other notes: Don’t be scared to proofread before submission. Feel free to share your best material! There is 365 days, so no need to stream of conscious it, take a day and reread, refresh and rejuvenate your post until it’s fantastic.



huddled together
gulls babble incessantly
feathers flap wildly
huddled together
waves keep rolling over
all watch with intrigue
gulls babble incessantly
a habit they so cherish
eyeing their new find
feathers flap wildly
shield this maiden – forsaken
damned goons left for dead
© Tournesol ’16/05/11
Written for ThreeWordWednesday: Babble, Cherish, Damned
walking home at night
yet never quite alone
he winks at her
walking home at night
escorted like a lover
the shadow follows
yet never quite alone
street lights form shapes
clinging to her
he winks at her
glowing in the sky
that crescent moon
© Tournesol’16/05/11

Daily Moments ~ May 11,2016 Night Escort
breathing in her scent
drifting from her dresser
fond memories take hold
breathing in her scent
mind drifts to times passed
when our hearts were light
drifting from her dresser
scents trigger sentiments
I thought were long gone
fond memories take hold
in a life when time stopped
…or so we thought
©Tournesol’16/05/10
Written for The secretkeeper and the prompts are: drift, breathe, light, hold, life
Starting on a high
leftover from a day of grace
pent-up energy
pent-up energy
listening to their grief
easing their pain
© Tournesol’16/05/09
Daily Moments ~ Pent-up energy May 9 2016

sunrise and sunset
bursts of rays after a storm
like art on canvas
sunrise and sunset
free admission every day
art shows in the sky
bursts of rays after a storm
peaking through the clouds – sometimes
form a rainbow
like art on canvas
Mother’s Nature brush strokes
artist’s try to match
© Tournesol’16 -05/09

Flowers and scented creams, bubble bath and loving company …to start with! Almost four hours setting up her elliptical exerciser, she has set in front of her patio window and then off to a Brazilian restaurant where meats are served on a stick …sirloin, lamb, bacon turkey, pork loin, chicken, filet mignon and roast beef…over and over and over they serve and just around dessert time… warm pineapple with brown sugar and cinnamon on a stick two dancers perform on each floor inviting patrons to join them.

a special card
words that melt a mother’s heart
would have been enough
©Tournesol’16/05/08
Daily Moments Mother’s Day May 8/16