wild and free
takes time to seek me
butterfly flutters
wings of a messenger
tickle my chin
©Tournesol’16
visitations (tanka)
season’s greetings (haibun)
In late November and December, it is never a surprise to see snow here in southern Québec. She even remembers walking with the children trick or treating October 31st on snow covered streets. Autumn has such vibrant colours but once the leaves have fallen, it looks like the death of an era. November’s doom and melancholy often sets in for many people.
Although she cringes of the winter’s biting cold weather, shortening her long walks and forcing her to stay in, it is often a blessing…a relief to see the brightness of the snow covered land, carpeted with hope of better days ahead, escaping finally the bareness of late autumn.
Yes, one cannot help but feel excitement and joy especially after that first snowfall. It seems to awaken the child within.
season’s interlude
frost tipped trees and frozen land
biting autumn winds
snow covered parks
winter wonderland
©Tournesol’16
My blue butterfly – Happy Birthday
Here is a poem AC gave the family for Easter when she was in kindergarten. On the card it reads, “Retold by AC”
The air is like a butterfly
with frail blue wings
the happy earth looks at the sky
and sings
Today, I sit and think of her with loving thoughts. It is her birthday today, on August 31st …my baby is no longer a baby but a blue butterfly that sings…
baby girl born
filled with innocence
air so pure
baby girl born
always a baby in eyes
of a mother
filled with innocence
shedding day by day
butterfly wings
air so pure
like the sound of her voice
when she sings
&
life’s goodies
filled with spice – and,
everything nice
to my daughter, my blue butterfly,
Happy Birthday
with love,
Mom
X0X0X0
daily moments – nostalgia ~ August 30 2016
scorching day
even the cicadas whine
scents of sweat
smells linger
secreting the past
Pandora
©Tournesol’16/08/30
daily moments – nostalgia August 30 2016
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blossoming courtyard (troiku)
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
sun gently peers
yawning gardens stir
from a dim skyline
sun gently peers
announcing
emerging day
yawning gardens stir
waiting with bated breath
burgeoning rosette
from a dim skyline
sunbeams kissing blossoms
wowing the courtyard
©Tournesol ’16
Prompts: Haiku Horizons & Care Diem Haiku Hai
The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
courting days (troiku)
hands her a daisy,
blushing, she thanks him,
Oh those courting days!
hands her a daisy,
heart fills with hope
their first kiss…
blushing, she thanks him
roaming the field – leans closer,
her hand feels so soft
Oh those courting days!
arm slides round her tiny waist
head on his shoulder
©Tournesol’16
sunset bliss (troiku)
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
sundown getaway
silently savouring
nature’s last act
sundown getaway
inhaling
tranquil escape
silently savouring
guiltless greed
heavenly bliss
nature’s last act
rooftop view
exit the sun
©Tournesol’16
searching your path(troibun)
When I see the word “climb”the image of Maria (Julie Andrews) comes to mind and I hear the finale of The Sound of Music, “Climb Every Mountain”. In life, we are presented many mounds and foothills to surmount…some seeming too difficult to climb. Some do not always see the different paths to get to the top; others do not realize they don’t have to do it all alone…
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[…] “Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. ” […] Theodore Roethke
child looks wide-eyed
yet – time moves at a snail’s pace
eyelids beckon
child looks wide-eyed
mound of sand with tiny holes
tiny critters climb
yet- time moves at a snail’s pace
despite grappling wit
millimetre steps
eyelids weigh
resolutely reach the top
misses finale
(c) Tournesol’16
Review: Haiku Rhapsodies by Celestine Nudanu
A stunning review of Celestine’s book of poetry “Haiku Rhapsodies”
Note
I do not know if it is ok for me to publish on my blog a review of my haiku collection, Haiku Rhapsodies, by a fellow blogger in Ghana, Paapa Kwesi Amerado. Mind you, Paapa and I have never met face to face though we visit each other’s blog and live just four hours apart. We do communicate also on FB. And I must add that his copy of HR is a verified purchase. 🙂 As I was saying Paapa wrote this review and sent it to my mail and after reading it, I fell in love with it. Oh yes and I said ‘ah, Cestone, why don’t you post this on your blog?’ Does it sound right? Well, I must market my book, must I not? 🙂
Title: Haiku Rhapsodies
Author: Celestine Nudanu
Binding: Paperback
Genre: Poetry (Haiku)
Publisher: Celestine Nudanu (Self Publishing) Ghana
Pages: 84
Publication Date:
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last embrace (tanka)
[…] “These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.” […] Pedro Calderon de la Barca.
new dawn
in its splendour
blossoms
fading light hurries life
nighttime’s last embrace
(c) Tournesol’16
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