ce doux baiser
aile de papillon soyeuse
joue effleurer
that gentle kiss
butterfly’s silken wings
brushed his cheek
© Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Writing Techniques: metaphor
daybreak nudge (haiku)
pre dawn call
stares at the human
sleeping
sleeping
jabs one front paw
ever gently
ever gently
nudges for a cuddle
to be stroked
to be stroked
love’s laboured gest
purrs of delight
purrs of delight
returns to heavenly bliss
on makeshift bed
© Tournesol ’15
overwhelmed with beauty (haiku)
overwhelmed
nature’s boasting colours
nature’s beauty
nature’s beauty
wrapped in fall’s duvet
autumn’s dress
autumn’s dress
summer loves exposed
barren limbs
barren limbs
shiver in autumn’s breeze
wait for winter’s coat
© Tournesol ’15
Autumn (haiku)
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16
life cycles
mystic blossoms
in spring
summer’s harvest
hectic bees and butterflies
sweetness of fruits
busy season
merits time to rest,
shedding life
shutting down
storing picnic baskets
summer chalets close
summer love affairs
lovers kiss goodbye
bleeding hearts’ll heal
shedding life
fallen leaves of vibrant hues
autumn’s undress
peeling limbs
branches shedding leaves
nature’s runner
rustic colours
amber, yellow –
fall’s last performance
© Tournesol’15
shooting stars (Haiku)
Festival’s hysteria (haiku)
their first kiss
caught in festival’s hype
fantasy’s web
© Tournesol’15
Mystery junkie (haibun)
Imagine your own private film on a bus, Métro, jet plane, train or ferry boat.
She used to be addicted to reading mostly mystery thrillers, to the point of binging on two to three a week on average…so yes, sometimes there were more. It was the one thing she could do to shut off her mind and slip away into another’s person’s world. I was sitting in my private cinema viewing my personal film.
This craving subsided eventually three years ago when she rediscovered writing and blogging.
riveting tales
sinks into a comfy couch
mystery binge
© Tournesol ’15
Red carpet festival (haibun – haiga)
She decided to walk to her voting station today rather than take a bus. The sky was such a vibrant blue, so intense and the midday sun added softness. It was chilly at 6 degrees C but dressed in layers, a good scarf, her comfy Doc Martens and sunglasses she was in her own world. Now and then she would pear over her glasses to see the real colour of the sky because through her glasses is was dark blue turquoise. That reminded her when she went to St-Marten…thoughts that rose the temperature slightly, or was it the brisk speed of her walk?
Checking the time, she knew she had time to walk the 30 minute walk and hopefully there would not be a line up at the polls giving her time to catch the bus to get to work. She had to stop a moment to take photos of the fallen leaves. She was kicking herself for not leaving earlier to walk slower to take in the beautiful autumn colours; suddenly her boots crunched on a red carpet laid out just for her. It felt like a festival of remembrance.
peeling arms,
tokens of burning passions
summer’s past
© Tournesol ’15
Hunter’s Moon (troiku)
clucking from the old barn
wolf howls at Hunter’s moon
hens fall silent
clucking from the old barn
winner takes all
a cocky tom struts
wolf howls at Hunter’s moon
hush of the forest
rustling leaves taunt
hens fall silent
butcher does a head count,
Thanksgiving
© Tournesol ’15
Plop interuptus (haiku)
Our host at Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to rewrite this famous haiku by the master, Matsuo Basho
furu ike ya / kawazu tobi komu / mizu no oto
old pond
a frog jumps into
the sound of water
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
A description of the surroundings when Basho experienced this moment, by the old pond were Japanese yellow roses (yamabuki) growing around the pond. Here is my rewrite.
scent of roses
by the old pond
frog plops
© Tournesol ’15
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
