
tournesol
accrochant à la vie
enjoué
~
sunflower
hanging on to life
beaming
© Tournesol ’14
Poetry ~ Waka
chanting a mantra,
light steals through darkness
hope of new day
*
filled with grace
sun shines on Mother Earth
dewdrops sparkle
© Tournesol ’14

arbres se fixent aux teintes
guident citernes sur la voie maritime
sous nuages sombres
trees cling to last hues
guide tankers on the seaway
under grim clouds
© Tournesol `14
Photos taken crossing le pont Champlain, these strips of land, one is a bike path leading to the Old Port of Montreal. Tankers sail along these waters as well.

(c) Tournesol ’14
When I first read this haiku by JazzyTower from Thoughts and Entanglements I had an idea of what I wanted to write to complete it but then I read Jen’s Winding/Woven at Blog it or Lose it and it inspired a different slant to my renga and haiku to complete this hokko.
Here is Jen’s completion:
winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails (c) Jazzytower
woven into a poem
fading quickly at sunrise (c) Jen R
Here is our host, Chèvrefeuille’s completion:
winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails (c) Jazzytower
hear! monks chant Om Mani Padme Hum
spreading peace all around the globe (c) Chèvrefeuille
It was that second line “foregn tongues absorbed in dreams” that formed my original stirring and Jen’s post completed the potion. For the past twenty odd years, I often dream lucid dreams. I can change some things and it’s like I am co-editor of my film now and then EXCEPT for nightmares. I am aware where I am, I am fully concious I want to get the heck out of Dodge but that editor in chief just will not let me. Man, that is a terrible feeling and when I wake up I do NOT want to go back to sleep…all lights are on and time to stay awake for a while reading or writing.

winding through past life
foreign tongues absorbed in dreams
sense of home prevails (c) Jazzytower
stuck in this twilight zone
clawing out in muted screams
sequinned in sweat,
facing sighs of relief, Home!
Home! home at last. (c) Tournesol
Bastet gave us a lovely musical video to help inspire our muse at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Such a lovely choice too! I love violins and the harp…such beautiful instruments that mimic nature as well as human nature.
Bliss
harp breathing life
sunflowers twirl in concert
bees buzz
violin weeps,
mother’s happy tears
newborn
butterfly haven,
sunflowers pirouette
nature’s ballet
© Tournesol ’14
I can’t help but feel movement in this prompt, in nature and spiritually as well. Hence, this will be my offering for Carpe Diem “Movement”