
thunderstorm
breeds a welcome stillness
after power fails
reading by candlelight
sipping tepid tea
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html
Poetry ~ Waka

thunderstorm
breeds a welcome stillness
after power fails
reading by candlelight
sipping tepid tea
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker
in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts
shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story
candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

lightning in the sky
warnings
wrapped in darkness
lightning in the sky
like the first of July
nature’s fireworks
warnings
thunderstorm
lights out
wrapped in darkness
candles shedding light
I turn a page
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

wisteria blooms
hanging on
lovers’ tales
wisteria blooms
remembering
their love
hanging on
fragrant yet bittersweet
their last kiss
lovers’ tales
cries echo from the alps
blue moon shedding tears
©Tournesol’17/09/25
crunch underfoot
autumn’s trampoline
giggling children play
©Tournesol’17/09/25
Daily moments September 25,2017 autumn playground

on the river
lights float to the horizon
the dead rejoice © Basho
on the river
rapids roar
listen to their tales
lights float to the horizon
a hundred white sales
a cortege
the dead rejoice
even the children celebrate
All Hollows’ Eve
©Tournesol’17/09/24

on the credenza
the images of ancestors
lighted by a candle
© Chèvrefeuille
on the credenza
painted on porcelain
our coat of arms
the images of ancestors
reminding me
who I am
lighted by a candle
thirteen tea lights glow
GrandMaman’s birthday
©Tournesol’17/09/24


amber leaves
on my balcony
colour my world
amber leaves
on a muddy path
turn to mulch
on my balcony
last butterfly
says goodbye
colour my world
one leaf pressed
in my journal
©Tournesol’17/09/24
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
This week at Dungeon prompt we are asked to write about one of the more wilder things we’ve done in our life that looks a little out of place when put up next to the rest of our life’s journey. Or take it in another direction and write about our monsters, or demons.

I think the worse monster I may have is self-doubt and questioning my own self-worth. That is not something that family and friends close to me know…more or less. It has its strengths and its weaknesses. In strength it emits humility. In weakness it chips away at my spirt and elicits inertia.
Some things, however, are best left unsaid. Have you ever held on to a deep dark secret for years and finally share one day out of sheer vulnerability? Perhaps you were tired or experiencing too many layers and layers of stresses in your life that that last drop made you spill some of it over. Maybe you were so raw and drunk with grief, it trickled out, only to discover later it may not have been the right person to dump on.
Maybe a priest, a therapist, a minister, a rabbi or a guru are appropriate recipients but is a friend the same? Is a spiritual guide better? Some things seem worse spoken out loud. Don’t they? Fantasies may be harmless until some are shared or acted upon. What about secrets deep inside that may shock your friend(s) or family? We all have demons, don’t we?
rarely share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
life
all its dips and rises
every single day
always try to share
power of your faith
fullness of the heart
rarely share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
most don’t really care
too busy with their dole
mornings
start in darkness
brighten thru the day
ups and downs
a fact of life
taken all in stride
caring is so easy
giving also pleasing
looking outwards
feeling all their pain
comfort and appease them
letting go of self
never share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
dare not to confide
mysteries that confuse
merely cause unease
only wish they’d ask – instead,
keep my thoughts confined
death awaits us all
patient – unassuming
dark before the light
death awaits us all
some may rather choose
not to wait
patient and unassuming
spirits of the night
floating orbs invite
dark before the light
lasting and forbidding
demon of the night
demon of the night
asks not for forgiveness – lures
with empty promise
lasting and forbidding
clinging to the fabric
ripping at the soul
mending seems so futile
hopelessness a trend
dark before the light
demons sweeten my demise
cravings of an end
never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
life
like a valley
days bump in the night
darkness seems forever
climbing insurmountable
never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
praying lifts the soul
defying troubled times
builds protective shields
praying lifts the soul
demons kept at bay
harmless deep inside
defying troubled times
teasing Satan with his fire
smothering it with faith
builds protective shields
containing scents of weakness
fragrance of despair
writing keeps me sane
faith puts out the fires
praying is the same
never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
misunderstood,
hasty revelations may
alienate and scare
judge and jury
etched upon their faces
I shall never share
some secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside
some things
better left unsaid
only He can see
healing with His love
waiting for that moment
drying all my tears
opening my eyes – finally
see His blessed light
best to never share
secrets of the soul
unless through your prayers
© Tournesol’17/09/23

(Troiku)
Time lingers
Caterpillar crawl
My Head hurts
Time lingers
Thunderbolts in my head
Sunshine mocks me
Caterpillar crawl
Patiently waits
My heart quickens
My head hurts
Waiting for the storm to pass
A fog settles
(Senryu)
Finally relief
wraps me in a bed of comfort –
GrandMaman’s arms
GrandMaman’s arms
soothed me as a child
pacifier
pacifier
GrandMaman’s faith numbed my pain,
softened my sobs
Feel so giddy now
pain is just a memory
storm has come and gone
feeling silly
childlike
and free…
but oh, so tired
such power given
that inner storm.
Saturday ends
sun no longer mocks me
until dawn
until dawn
hoping for a peaceful night
rising to a fresh start
(c) Tournesol’17/09/23