Poetry ~ Waka
after the rainfall
in the pothole
starlings bathe
© Tournesol’16-05-01
shadows of leaves
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten (© Jane Reichhold)
summer breeze
whistles nature’s notes
© Tournesol’16-05-01
old pond
frog jumps in
sound of water
© Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
splashes on his robe
the old monk smiles
© Tournesol’16-05-01
parks come alive
melodies of springtime
swings squeak
parks come alive
children giggling
shouting “tag, you’re it!”
melodies of springtime
birds sing their tunes
echo through the trees
swings squeak
lovers swaying to the tune
rhythm of their hearts
© Tournesol’16-05-01
The sound of chanting Hail Mary’s in different tones echoes from the bedroom. They are all kneeling around the bed of their dying father. The antique clock on the old sideboard ticks. Soft moans turn gradually into anguished cries.
missing his master
lying under his bed
the spaniel yelps
©Tournesol ’16/4/29
l’arrivée du printemps
l’étourneau trouve son logis
bourgeonnes de l’arbre donne de l’espoir
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
enter spring
a starling finds his flat
tree buds give hope
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
Zinnia is a genus of plants of the sunflower tribe within the daisy family. That makes me smile since daisies are my favourite flowers and sunflower is my nom-de-plume. This plant is native to dry grassland in areas from Southwestern United States to South America.
What a great way to end this blogging challenge with such a beautiful flower that is the second cousin to Tournesol.
daisy lookalikes
dance under a dessert sun
zinnia growing wild
(c) Tournesol’16-04-30
day’s end in glory
last show in living colour
duck quacks delight
© Tournesol ’16/04/29
Written for, Bastet’s Monday Haiga.
At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we were asked to write a shadorma on “fantasy” and I chose to write about an imagery ending with a troiku.
(shadorma)
month of May
makes me reminisce
Mother’s Day
without you
is never ever the same,
but – now I’m Nana!
tunes play in my head
with eyes closed,
you’re right here
Judy Garland is Somewhere
‘Over the Rainbow
your voice seems so real
imageries of long ago
melodies of you
your voice seems so real
your laugh echoes
warms my heart
imageries of long ago
I’m still
ton bébé
melodies of you
Irish Eyes and Edelweiss
make me smile
© Tournesol’16/04/28
Running in open fields, they skip and giggle trying to play tag. Suddenly the young girls stop to pick some flowers.
soft petals drop
Xeranthemums
one by one
-he loves me,
he loves me not
© Tournesol ’16/04/28
Tournesol dans un Jardin 