Poetry ~ Waka
Inspired by:
shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
By the river
chants message of love
scent of jasmine
~
scent of jasmine
river rapids rush
flood her heart
© Tournesol ’15
Written by our host:
scent of Jasmine
sound of a gurgling brook
peace of mind
© Chèvrefeuille
pink peony
butterfly nips sweet nectar
soft petals curl
(c) Tournesol ’15
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.fi/2015/07/carpe-diem-time-machine-12-botan-peony.html
asamutsu ya tsukimi no tabi no ake banare
bridge of morning
a journey of moon-viewing
at dawn
© Basho
Our host has written:
in the thin line
as the night flows into the day
sun and moon together
© Chèvrefeuille
sun and moon dancing
as the night flows into the day –
a skylark’s song
© Chèvrefeuille
Here is my attempt:
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She reflects on her evening’s work; so many youths lost in suffering. It makes her think about life, her adult children and her grandson. Her heart filled with love as she walks back home late into the night.
At home, she sits and begins to write…a purging of thoughts flooding her screen that shines brightly like the full moon in the window. All these thoughts, suffering, doubts and concerns fill her screen as she turns her head towards the window, as if the moon has answers.
hushed contemplations
scrolls by light of the moon,
the early bird chirps
© Tournesol ’15
After dinner, brother and sister would go to the pier with their mother to fish. The mother didn’t mind putting the squiggly worm on the hook for them. He would feel so proud when he got a bite and would reel in his catch, a small gold carp. Silently (yet beaming) he would unhook the fish and throw it back into the lake to give it a chance to get bigger.
His little sister would through the rod backwards not realizing the hook could catch a human and anyone close by would hide for cover; she was but five years old and took her fishing seriously…her serious look meant “business” so different than the “laissez-faire” allure of her older brother.
They are nice memories of a long ago, by the lake, together, hearing the catamarans rock, soft waves roll in and feel the tug of a fish bite now and then.
wiggly worm
alluring innocence
gold carp
gold carp
pleads for time
swims to freedom
© Tournesol ’15
Written for: CPHK
Thanking our host and patient mentor at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for his dedication and tireless commitment to his blog, our prompts and mostly that has allowed me to grow a bit more each day. Merci Chèvrefeuille!
fleurs chuchotent
louanges fait pétiller l’âme
trois coup de velours
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flowers whisper
praise that lifts the spirit
three silken strokes
© Tournesol ’15
How blessed I am once again with another floral arrangement of appreciation from all the managers at work honouring my milestone.
soothing warmth
strokes of appreciation
yellow flowers
~
yellow flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
puffs of harmony
~
chaleur humaine
coups de satisfaction
fleurs jaunes
~
fleurs jaunes
les roses et les oeuillets
souffles d’harmonie
© Tournesol ’15
I’d rather be…is the prompt at The Seekers Dungeon this week:
rather be
living with less pain
lightening my days
rather be
poor and starving
than selfish
living with less pain
may not have been as caring,
empathy is gained
lightening my days
hearing music to my ears
love you Mom…Nana
© Tournesol ’15
This is a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille…to learn more click on his website Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
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Heaven beams
devotees hear her message
love is the way
heaven beams
chanting heard from the ashram
new dawn
devotees hear her message
raising their arms in praise
Amma speaks
Love is the way
we must all do our share
we are one
© Tournesol ’15
Heaven smiles
tropical clouds burst short rains
palm tree shelters
fountain of youth
like a desert goddess
futile mirage
Smokey jazz café
slow dance to Duke Ellington
hot summer night
Honeysuckle blooms
ancient road no longer bare
baby boomers flock
harmony hill
still hope for miracles
© Tournesol ’15
Our host, Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, gives us twelve (12) words (for every ”hour”) one word. The goal is to write haiku using the words as given in the clock wise way.
Our host gives us an example:
blue heaven
clouds gathering
a palm tree
© Chèvrefeuille
little critters rest
silken perch immaculate
bathed in golden waves
c) Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
