
butterfly wings
tickle my cheek – just like Mom
makes me smile
©Tournesol’16/07/29
Poetry ~ Waka

butterfly wings
tickle my cheek – just like Mom
makes me smile
©Tournesol’16/07/29

by the rapids
in solemn contemlation
soft breeze dries her tears
©Tournesol’16/07/28

setting sun
bids farewell
I bow in reverence
©Tournesol’16/07/27
Daily Moments July 27 2016

(tanka)
running through puddles
midsummer rain
laughing like young children
hands her a scented flower
raindrops on rose blushed petals
(c) Tournesol’16
Secret Keeper Prompts 5 words: YOUNG RAIN LAUGH ROSE HAND
Feeling a bit constrained to keep those 5 words in my poem, here are two other poems inspired by this flower:
(tanka)
splashing in puddles
feel so alive and young
laughing at life
hands her a gem flecked flower
curve of her rose tinted lips
(haiku)
raindrops on petals
midsummer rain
nature’s perfect gems
©Tournesol’16

river flows
sun slips under ripples
duck paddles home
(c) Tournesol’16-07-27
Writing “at one with nature” Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuiille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

playground at dusk
children safely tucked in
giggles still linger
©Tournesol’16
a crowded streetcar
a stranger’s breath on my neck
still – I’m all alone
© Tournesol’16
CDHK “spiritual ways”
Our host, Chèvrefeuille, asks us to write a haiku where the “spiritual way” is included. Here are two of our host’s:
strong hands praying
at the corner of the street –
God be with you © Chèvrefeuille
deep silence
only whispered prayers –
the scent of incense © Chèvrefeuille
Heart wants to burst
feeling the long lost love
until the song ends
daydreaming happy endings
lips start to curl
Lyrics for The Man Who Can’t Be Moved By The Script
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don’t understand,
I’m not, broke I’m just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
Policeman says son you can’t stay here,
I said there’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
People talk about the guy
Who’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world
And maybe I’ll get famous as man who can’t be moved,
And maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news,
And you’ll come running to the corner
‘Cause you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I’m not gonna move.
Songwriters: STEPHEN KIPNER, ANDREW FRAMPTON, MARK SHEEHAN, DANIEL O’DONOGHUE
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Inspired by Patricia Donegan’s haiku:
As rain drops diminish
I hear the tapping
of the monk’s wooden bell. © Patricia Donegan
after the downpour
swallows bathe in pools
of rainwater
©Tournesol’16
Tonight
the cypress tree & I
lean into the wind. © Patricia Donegan
sailboat hastens
tall white sail tautens
wind at her back
©Tournesol’16