Poetry ~ Waka
His cherubic face looks up to her face, following the familiar sound of her voice; her first born placed on her belly … those first moments he entered her world, sniffing, searching like a pup.
melodiously
wriggles towards her breast
suckling sweetness
© Tournesol ’16/02/03
last fallen leaf
limbs freeze in time
– silence
~
after serenades
wolf greets winter moon,
– silence
~
after the rage
kissing fists and leather belts
screams silence
~
sibling rivalry
birthdays and barbecues
empty nest
© Tournesol ’16/02/03
Walking under clear blue skies put her in such a mood…spring added to her steps, speeding up the journey.
melting snow
arms tangled in golden glow
welcome chirping birds
© Tournesol ’16/02/02
Daily Moments – Feb 2/16
change
spring is coming
sense of hope
Change can destabilize and make one feel less secure at times. Imagine how worried Mother Nature must be with the drastic changes in the environment. No, we are not alone on this planet walking around with this sense of insecurity.
can the earth forgive?
that is the question –
only time will tell
© Tournesol ’16/02/01
Daily Moments – February 1 2016
The Secret Keeper word Prompts are: SENSE SECURE WALK TIME ALONE
Her mother was a hairstylist and hours were not accounted for in those days. Saturday could finish for dinner or as late as midnight depending on the influx of clients. Money was “notre gange pain” to survive in those says with only her mother who was reliable.
Her mother was a hairstylist and hours were not accounted for in those days. Saturday might have ended just in time for dinner or as late as midnight depending on the influx of clients. Money was “notre gang pain” to survive in those says with only her mother supporting the family.
There were times when her mother was not ready Sunday mornings for mass and she would ask her daughters to walk to church ahead of her so they would not be late for services. She promised she would get there in time before the consecration when the bells would chime, “Lord have mercy,” “Christ have mercy”. Later, she would hear her mother arriving …
scent of Youth Dew soothes,
clicking of mother`s stilettos
echoes of her cough
© Tournesol ’16/01/31
Sunshine on her face
whiffs of wet soil
scent of spring
scent of spring
lips form a smile – rousing,
memoirs of past loves
©Tournesol’16/01/31
Daily Moments – January 31/16
mourning clouds takeover
spilling with a vengeance
tears in heaven
© Tournesol ’16/01/30
Daily Moments January 30 2016
grey skies
snowflakes turn to rain
weeping
weeping
mother nature
mourns
©Tournesol’16/01/29
daily moments Jan 29 2016 weeping Haiku
She enjoyed tea especially in her old porcelain cups. On her father’s side of the family, the O’Donnell’s had enhanced their tea rituals with porcelain sets imported from their homeland. Over the years her great-aunt’s collection had grown so much only half was housed in the antique china cabinet she had inherited from her parents.
When tea was growing in popularity, teas produced in Assam were imported to Ireland from British East India Company offering a more robust flavour.
lips on porcelain
robust in flavour, yet
elegant and pure
lips on porcelain
transforming humble customs
extraordinary
robust in flavour, yet
tender traces –
generous
elegant and pure
demanding – subtle
arrogance
©Tournesol’16/01/29
© Clr 16/01/28
the explorer
seeking answers wrapped in gold
life’s journey
snowflakes gently fall
this mild wintry afternoon
tears of relief
angels greet this new spirit
stripped of pain, lives forever
a dove chortles
wings that lift him high above
bows in reverence
a mother gasps
grabbing at her heart
leans on the father
little sis’ weeps
leaning on her sons
and loving spouse
baby brother
cradled by his children
wife feels his heartbeat
minions pray
aunts, uncles, offspring and friends
pillars stand guard
let us pray
a new dimension of love
his safe passage
©Tournesol’16/01/28
Daily Moments January 26 2016 14:48
Tournesol dans un Jardin 