window charade
violinist on a break
imitating life…
© Tournesol ’15
Life (haiku)
choices for few (haibun)
Berri Métro Station is at the same location of the city bus terminal where many homeless people find warmth from the cold and cool air from the hot muggy summers. On the second undergrown level there are shops and a food court then a door opens to the tunnel leading to the pay stalls. In the tunnel there is a guitarist and you can hear the rare tinkle of spare change in the guitar case. About fifty feet before the stalls there is an amazing pizza counter…cash only and a makeshift interior terrace with tables to eat. For $3.00 you can eat a point of pizza with a soft drink.
cash only pizza
window of opportunities
begging for coins
© Tournesol ’15
foul play (haiku)
butterfly
addicted to sweet nectar
on pink blossoms
woodpecker
bullies starlings
defiant move
starling eyes
critters for morning snack
wiggling in filth
© Tournesol ’15
little prince (haibun)
Photo Challenge #71, Habitat, July 28, 2015
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The little prince would wake up before the servants so he could watch the sun rise. He would run out into the field, such a little tyke of only five and sit crossed legged in the darkness and wait. The sun peeked slowly through dark clouds and he felt the ground tremble under him …a steady drumming until the sun shone on his face. He heard singing in a language he did not understand but the voices came from children he could not quite see. He imagined cherubs smiling and floating around him…he remembers Mother showing him images of these “angels”, she called them.
He would run back home and climb back into bed and pretend to be asleep when Mother came in to kiss him good morning.
“Come, child, it is time for your singing lessons.” He jumped out of bed so excited to learn more. His spirit seemed to soar when he sang. The lesson lasted three hours and for a child his age it was like an entire day. The rest of the day he went out to play in the field with the children of servants until sunset…
At that moment he would run away from the children to his special spot he usually sat early mornings and looked at the sun dip into the horizon. The trembling was not there, the singing was not either, only the faint sound of a flute that seemed to cry softly bringing tears to his eyes as Mother Nature bid him good night.
(tanka)
morning sunshine
earth shudders…`tis time
message in the glow
enchanting chorus echoes
communion of their souls
© Tournesol’15
pocketfull of blessings (haibun)
Pocketful of blessings. That is what I am feeling today. The past two weeks I have been blessed with the presence of wonderful, compassionate and amazing people in person and virtually.
You know when you travel and pick up a pebble or rock to keep as a souvenir? Well, so far I have a pocketful of blessings. I am seeing more and more how we are more the same than we are different if you look deep into your heart. We are all from one amazing race…the Human Race.
(tanka)
nature’s blessings
starlings harmonize at dawn
scent of flowers
angelic arcs multi-hued
artist’s last strokes at dusk
© Tournesol ’15
daybreak’s promise (haiku)
morning dawn
sunshine glows upon her face
smiles reflect her soul
morning prayers
seem long and tedious… yet,
bless the day
waste not looking back
ruminating on shadow’s trail
new beginnings dawn
© Tournesol ’15
lighthouse (haiku)
harmonica cries
lonely sailor sighs in wait
’til lighthouse winks
© Tournesol ’15
budding night (haiga)
(Photo credits: http://www.enzorefice.it/walkin-bass-la-melodia-infinita/)
bassist stirs
fingers strumming
to her heartbeat
burgeoning soul blooms
moonflower in the night
© Tournesol ’15
Spirit jives to the horn’s rhythm
Carpe Diem Utabukuro #6 moonflowers
autumn fun (troiku)poem
At Carpe Diem today we are to write a haiku or tanka from a description our host has given us…here is his story for which I chose to write a troika.
Laughter resonates through the city park. The trees starting to become colorful, leaves decaing slowly and rustle in the wind. I smell the sweet perfume of decay and wet earth. The sun shines brightly sometimes hiding behind darkening clouds. A few meters in front of me my grandchildren are playing in an amount of fallen leaves.
“Look granddad!”
My youngest grandson shows me a chestnut he has found.
“Awesome Sem”, I respond.
I kneel in front of him. The chestnut is almost glowing in the sunlight and as I look closer I can see a faint reflection of my face on the shining skin of it.
“That’s a beauty Sem. Where did you find it?”
He points to the leaves. His two brothers are laughing aloud and are throwing with the colored leaves. It looks like it is raining leaves.
After a while we walk further through the park. It starts raining. Raindrops are falling, painting circles in the pond. the circles are slowly widening, becoming larger and larger. The circling waves finally faint away, but the rain makes new ones over and over again until … the rain has stopped and the sun appears from behind the, now rainless, clouds. At the Western horizon the colors of an ending day become visible.
I take my grandsons by the hand and we walk home. As we cross a bridge Sem stops takes his chestnut out of his pocket and throws it into the water.
“Look granddad … my chestnut makes circles.”
autumn day
children exploring
fallen leaves
autumn day
clinging to tiny hands
grandfather strolls
children exploring
shiny chestnut glows
echoes his love
fallen leaves
children giggling with glee
autumn bed
(c) Tournesol ,15
summer’s promise (haiku)
knee deep in weeds
longs for lingering days
summer’s promise
summer’s promise
languid limbs on private beach
enchanted sighs
or as our host, Chèvrefeuille, has suggested a Tanka
knee deep in weeds
longs for lingering days
summer’s promise
languid limbs on private beach
enchanted sighs
(c) Tournesol’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
