pure innocence (haibun)

How this prompt “nudity” reminds me of my children when they were little. The children were born in the country and so they experienced a freedom you don’t necessarily have in cities and suburbs. When we moved to the suburbs my son, who was five, was invited to go swimming at a neighbour’s house. Of course he was a pratical young boy who knew he would be uncomfortable the rest of the afternoon if his bathing suit was wet…

sweet innocence
jumps in the pool naked,
bathing suit’s dry

© Tournesol ’15

Soliloquy No Renga “the spring wind!”

such a malice
cherry blossoms in full bloom
the Spring wind!

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such a malice
cherry blossoms in full bloom
the Spring wind!

gusts rip such soft petals
sprinkling pink on park grounds

pacific wind
competes with silk beauty
on Stanley Park

some still cling to branches
braving these ocean winds

© Tournesol ’15

flaunting willow (haiga)

weeping willow

standing guard,
the weeping willow flaunts
the floral garden

I breath in nature,
the weeping willow shows off
a crow caws

© Tournesol’15

near brush of colour (haiga)

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dormant nature
sun gently nudges
slumber stature

children’s toys alive, awaiting 
chortling patiently in hope

© Tournesol ’15

Written for Justine’s challenge at Eclectic Corner – Splash of Colour

Love in ten lines (free verse – haiku)

This effort to be gently guided by the rules below. Jazzy at Thoughts & Entanglements thought it might be fun. Of course, there are nominees. And yes, I asking you to jump on board with this fun challenge. Of course if you do decide to participate it has to be fun, not a chore…

RULES
Write about love using only 10 lines.
Use “love” in every line.
Each line can only be 4 words long.
Nominate 10 or so others who are up for the challenge.
Let them know about the challenge.
Title the post, Love in Ten Lines
Include a quote about love (i choose to affix my own)

love can be painful
life sans love wounds
lovers love sundry ways
lustful love is hot
passionate love can grow
fire in love sizzles
love endures many hardships
challenges make love grow
long-term love is sweet
child`s love a treat

(haiku) (Quote)

compassionate love
sustains humans worldwide
feeds on kindness

(c) Tournesol ’15

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Pooky at

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on cloud nine (haiku)

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My daughter loaned me her car for the weekend. It was a bit of a surprise to have such huge wet snowflakes though in such mild weather but by noon the sun was shining and it was glorious.

I had not driven on the highway in over six months. I was so unused to driving and usually I like to speed on spring highways, but this morning, I drove calmly and leisurely. I hardly noticed cars passing me. I listened to music and just enjoyed the drive. The further I drove, I reached more country and even farm houses and barns looked beautiful.

snowflakes dust my path
driving on the highway
melt in puddles

mid-day sun
more than smiles
sunbeams make my day

driving… on cloud nine
daydream like a silly teen
springtime in the air

(c) Tournesol ’15

The last token (haibun)

They spent March break at Mont Tremblant, skiing, skating and eating way too much. Her mother and step-father wanted to reward her for working so hard all year. Her marks had gone from C’s to A’s. Annie-Pierre had not skied since her father died of a heart attack on their Christmas vacation at Mont Ste Anne. He had started when she was ten years old, giving her a special marble each Christmas representing places they visited together. She had 5 now but was missing the very last one he gave her that Christmas. When paramedics arrived, she had run out to the ambulance begging to be with her father and she had dropped her last Christmas token he would ever give her.

 

Magic Marbles by Caleb

last travel keepsake
crafted with sparkle and glass
lost forever

(c) Tournesol ’15

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Photo Challenge

slow melts ( haiga)

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pets shed their coats
cars still tucked in hydro plugs
thaws like a slow dance

sub-zero nights help the sap
fun filled days at sugar shacks

daylight lingers
lovers dine in dark cafés
after sunsets

(c) Tournesol’15

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brief moments (haiku)

chilly winds

despite glorious sunbeams

petite gaps of calm

© Tournesol ’15

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lost seeds (haiga)

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their feeder rocks
the river drinks their seeds
a worm wags its tail

© Tournesol’15