
golden glow
melting ice crystals
hope for spring
© Tournesol ’16/01/12
Poetry ~ Waka

golden glow
melting ice crystals
hope for spring
© Tournesol ’16/01/12

Mid-winter romance
scent of a rose
my sweet Valentine
© Tournesol’16/01/11

It felt like spring last night with the plus 6 Celsius and rain. The wind reminded her of March winds pushing even her tall frame on the dark, shiny streets walking home.
This morning was a surprise, no more grey skies but azure blue with splashes of white here and there. The winds blowing in the distance looks like the tree across the street was waving at her, probably warning her of the 20 degree drop in temperature.
first light of day
white frost seizes
shivering limbs
© Tournesol’16/01/11
Daily Moments

shiny streets
wet from rain in midwinter
real slick

city streets at night
shiny from rain
palls real solitude

chasing snow parks
refusing to believe
winter rain is real

church steps oblige
safe shelter for homeless man
staging real life

© Tournesol’16/01/09
Daily Moments Jan 9 2016 – Haiku Horizons “Real”

(Hokku)
at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille
whistling love’s refrain
lovers by the sea
barefoot interlude
under strawberry moon
wanting lips
rhythm of rolling waves
lovers’ serenade
promising
undying love
whispered all night long
gulls rudely interrupt
mock untried liaisons
eyes look down,
tender – your lips
upon blushed cheeks
(Ageku)
moonbeams on golden locks
shine midsummer’s dream
© Tournesol ’16/01/09
waiting for her prince
some enchanted evening
a lovers’ meeting
years of tears shall never cease
accepts this fairy tale is true
© Tournesol’16/01/09
Looking at this prompt at The Secret Keeper, this Saturday morning, watching a romantic (cheesy) movie my muse got caught up with this poem.
(5) Words: | WAIT | MEET | TEAR | ACCEPT | CEASE |

fêtons en hiver
avec le Bonhomme Carnaval
dansant dans la rue
tendres bisous dans la nuit
gourde de vin les réchauffe
© Tournesol’16/01/08
Her mother was due but in spring and yet, here she was feeling her child pushing and shoving, making her way to thy kingdom come…Arriving at her mother’s home, a midwife by chance, she settled in the family bed letting nature take its course…un enfant d’amour.
a birth in haste
tumbling in the family berth
their winter rose
© Tournesol’16/01/08
To scratch an itch is certainly a need although one may feel wanting, filled with the urge to scratch. If you’ve ever had chicken pox, measles or hives, you will get my drift here (smiles) But what changes a want to a need? I am sure the answer is quite subjective as I think of my past desire to meet the famous hugging saint, Amma, (Mata Amritanandamayi) but once I did experience her warm embrace at a retreat, it did change me more than I had ever imagined.

wanting heart,
a saint’s embrace kissed my soul
my needs fulfilled
As I ponder on this “needs/wants” discussion, I can’t help but contemplate on Man’s Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl. Love being the basic need to survive and thrive.
We also hear that there is no greater love than love for self. I find I love myself more and more when I love others, when I can help others. There must be some meaning in this for look at anyone in the world who lives a life of serving. I am far from such a person, being still selfish in many ways and content with my North American comforts. But look around at anyone who you’ve seen helping others. The smile of compassion and satisfaction is ever present on their faces. The image of Amma comes to mind again when I see her smiling at her devotees, even after sixteen hours in a crowded room.
compassion’s longings
serving yields such precious gems
intrinsic needs met
© Tournesol ’16/01/08
Written for Challenge for growth prompts: Needs vs wants at LivingLearningandLettingGo