Poetry ~ Waka
She looks at the sky as she drives towards a storm…the clouds look like waves and then the dark heavy billows menacing a downpour. Huge droplets fall and she pulls over the side of the highway as many other motorists have wisely done. The sound is hypnotizing and she turns off the motor, radio and wipers…
dark puffs of anger
burst at the seams cascading
quietude
© Tournesol ’15
summer abode
lily pads form patios
lovers’ rendezvous
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blossoms adorn
dark muddy pond
lotus greets her prince
© Tournesol`15
At Carpe Diem we are inspired by a gifted poet, Lolly. You must visit her blog. I bow at the beauty this poet writes:
entwined
in white wisteria vine …
spring moon
© Lolly
tall stems lean over
the reflecting pool’s edge
narcissus flowers
© Lolly
sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread
© Lolly
carillons muets
douces larmes violettes
apaisent
~
hushed carillons
tender mauve teardrops
soothe
© Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special “Rallentanda’s a carpet of purple”
wisteria
fragrant chandeliers drop
a carpet of purple
© Rallentanda
Here is our host’s inspired haiku:
in the moonlight
Wisteria flowers look fragile –
a gust of wind
© Chèvrefeuille
Shade of the old tree
lovers stroll midsummer day
thirsty lips quench
…rapids muffle gentle moans
…nature’s river dance
© Tournesol ’15
A weekend planned to rest and settle boring duties, but….she visited old treasures and then read more stories. Emmersed in thought and such pleasures, two days passed like the snap of a twig…
Time runs away
Fleeting like a butterfly
Leaves a blossom
© Tournesol’15
In the past two days she had attended a clinical training in downtown Montréal, to improve in her counselling techniques and brief solution focus approach. It was nice to be with colleagues that she rarely saw all at once due to varied shifts scattered over a 24 hour period. The fun part was eating out together and interesting conversation. Their hunger to learn is apparent as they want to be the best they can to help youths in need.
embrace their role
puddles of misery
youths reach out
~
open to change
new options replace stale ways
privilege to witness
© Tournesol ’15
Three Word Wednesday The word in this prompt are: Misery – Privilege – Stale
This serene painting le poète allongé captures a touching moment in the life of Marc Chagall, one of Russia’s greatest unconventional artists and his wife Bella Rosenfeld.
Completed during their honeymoon in 1915, it shows the artist reclining dreamily in front of the family’s dacha. He lies stretched on the grass, his body dramatically elongated, with the vast majority of the picture taken up with a violet sky and green pine forest landscape, home to a modest farmhouse and its animals.
Here is my second offering in this prompt at Heeding Haiku with Ha, a positive and dreamy version.
(haiku)
rosa bella
blushing bride sighs
lone pig squeals
~
time stands still
illicit dreams arouse
the old mare snorts
~
an artist’s vision
canvas scented pine
purple brush strokes
© Tournesol ’15
The Poet Reclining by Marc Chagall
I find this interesting to have this prompt this week, seeing as Marc Chagall was born in 1887 in Russia. He moved to Paris in 1910. However, I just finished reading Please Say Kaddish For Me by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the author also of Friday Fictionneers. This novel takes place in Russia from 1899. I can only imagine how Chagall may have struggled with all the mayhem going on in his Mother Russia during that period. To read more on Chagall’s cubism art read here.
grief-stricken
dreams of what was once home
haven no more
haven no more
still, trees shudder such malice
wars destroy
© Tournesol ’15
MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA
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It was a hot muggy day and she dreaded going to work. She shuffled across the street with her sunglasses protecting her sensitive blue eyes from the hot sun at high noon. Suddenly she got a whiff of those amazing lilacs on the side of the road. She had to pause briefly to take in that moment. Such a mundane experience lifted her spirits and added a bit of a lilt in her step on her way to the Métro.
Under the trees
pink posers
fragrant
© Tournesol ’15
She stayed all night and day, as her daughter cried from the pain she too felt striking at her heart at each contraction. If only she could have bargained with the devil to lesson her agony. Twenty-four hours of labour and finally, her grandson was born. The doctor offered her the honour to cut the umbilical cord. She gasped, overjoyed with her new role. She looked up at her precious gem through teary eyes and humbly bowed in her mind’s eye at her offspring’s gift.
beholden, she beams
pearl at the centre
reaping blossom
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
