silver flowers
danced intricately
on chilled panes
(c) Tournesol ’14
candles blaze (haiku)
lit candle
burgeons its glow,
a mother’s love
burgeons its glow
rhapsody at Christmas
peace and goodwill
a mother’s love
flourishes with each birth
candles blaze
(c) Tournesol ’14
HALLELUJAH! (haiku)
Sheer exaltation,
universality greets
love …a brief moment.
© Tournesol ’14
HALLELUJAH! Flashmob sings ‘Wana Baraka’
in a library in Valladolid
Hark the Herald Angels Sing (essence + shadorma)
(an essence )
peace on earth’s everything
cheer the birth, new-born king
pure of heart, Prince of kind
plays a part with you in mind
filled with mirth, rejoicing
peace on earth’s everything.
(shadorma)
angels hail,
Prince of peace is born
cleanse your souls
open hearts
renew your vows of kindness
compassion triumphs.
© Tournesol ’14
We have the option of writing a Shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5) – or an Essence created by Emily Romano.
An “Essence” consists of two lines of six syllables each. There is an end rhyme (rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme (rhyme in the middle of the line).
BJ Shadorma and Beyond at MindLovemiserysMenagerie
Flash mob concerts always make me weep, they’re so beautiful!
divine message (tan renga)
curtain of light
shimmers in the winter cold
flight of fancy © Dolores
he looks in awe and listens
message from his ancestors
tinted veil
whispers revelations
from the other side
© Tournesol
bed of straw (haiga)
in a crib of straw
on a cold winter`s night
a king is born
on a cold winter`s night
three men bearing gifts
babe in a straw bed
a king is born
stars streaming in the sky
angels chant
(c) Tournesol ’14
nature’s art (haiga)
on a country road
bales of hay artfully placed
canvas of meadows
(c) Tournesol ’14
ruby lips (haiga)
heat of the night,
pulled her close and kissed
those ruby lips
those ruby lips
taste of Ripasso, smooth
full-bodied
© Tournesol ’14
magic slippers (haibun)
They say music is one of the last things your memory loses if you are cursed with any form of dementia. I can totally see that having played “oldies” when visiting my mother. It was like she stopped at a red light, stunned, her eyes would widen and she seemed to know. Sometimes she would hum or try to sing the lyrics like one of her favourites by Judy Garland that we all know so well, Somewhere over the Rainbow.
“there’s no place like home”
clutching Toto, she taps her
ruby red slippers
© Tournesol ’14
Hairy woodpecker (haiga)
tap tap tap
taps the tree skillfully
busy woodpecker
hairy woodpecker
dines on black sunflower seeds
shoves sparrow aside
© Tournesol ’14
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