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
art shows (troiku)
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
Daily Moments ~ Mother’s Day (haibun)
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
Daily Moments – teasing sparrows (haibun)
Having cleaned the windows yesterday, she thought this would make life more enjoyable; yet, watching her dear friend try to jump at birds in flight, she had to slide the window to leave a three-inch gap, so her friend wouldn’t fall through the screen.
teasing sparrows
sashaying back and forth
restless feline whines
(c) Tournesol’16-05-07
Daily Moments May 7 2016 Teasing sparrows
Daily moments May 6 2016 perfect show (tanka)
peering out
sees golden glow
on blue canvas
time to wash the windows
shed all winter’s grime
giggles
laughing with glee
made the window squeal
peering out
the grass is definitely
greener
who the heck needs a tele?!
nature bids the perfect show
(c) Tournesol’16-05-06
Daily Moments May 6 2016
lacking morals (senryu)
some folks lack values
exploit unselfish natures
winding amoral
(c) Tournesol 16-05-06
girl on a swing (haibun)
Emily eats her cookie on the swing in back of the cottage surrounded by rose bushes, plum trees, a cherry tree and several milkweeds. She loves how the grass is tall and she can crawl on her tummy and pretend she’s in the jungle. The grasshoppers often play dead on a blade of grass and she can outstare any bug and make it jump away.
The blossoms sure looked pretty, she thought as she passed a fallen petal gently on her cheek; it felt like Mommy’s silk scarf.
child seeks a challenge
caterpillar stares her way
on the milkweed
(c) Tournesol’16-05-06
Written for The Carrot Ranch in 99 words, no more, no less.
risks taken in our youth (Tan Renga)
Winter rice fields–
railroad tracks running
a level above them
(c) Shiki
whistle echoes from afar
teens quickly sneak across
©Tournesol’16/05/05
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
seeds of the virgin mary (tan renga)
morning glory!
the well bucket-entangled,
I ask for water
© Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775)
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morning glory!
the well bucket-entangled,
I ask for water
washing down dubious seeds
happy colours floating by
© Tournesol ’16/05/04
Morning Glory-Turbina_corymbosa – Wikipedia, a species from Mexico and South America
Autumn night–soliloquy no renga ~ Santoka Taneda
Autumn night–
I received it from the dog
And gave it to the cat.
© Santoka Taneda
purring cat nestles
I slip into hypnotic trance
wake up suddenly
chilly autumn breeze
frissons on my neck
dog rests at my feet
as I turn in for the night
chirps invade my dream
wet tongue on my cheek
beckons me
morning dew glistens
speckled diamonds on the grass
java on the deck
a leaf floats by my cup
cat jumps on my lap
dog takes chase
barks up at the tree
© Tournesol’16/05/04
Now this was a very challenging prompt…I had no clue what to do about that dog and the cat. I kept asking myself, “What the heck did the dog give me?” And then I turned my attention to what my cat, Bette, would have done and this brought back fond memories of my Desirée, a mini-Schnauzer who would burrow under the covers until she got to my feet. It was a ritual every night.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 