Poetry ~ Waka
Walking along lac Boivin, she inhales the mountain breeze and exhales a sigh of gratitude for her new start in her career teaching high school girls. She worked almost a decade for this. At the autumn of her life, she was now stepping into a new beginning.
season of life
spiced with lush colours – first leaf,
floats on lac Boivin
© Tournesol ’15
We asked to write a haiku inspried by our host’s haiku as well as the theme autumn.
light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn
© Chèvrefeuille
la lumière de la pleine lune
brille à travers les feuilles colorées
enfin … l’automne
© Chèvrefeuille (traduit)
Summer vacation puts close friends and lovers at a distance sometimes; some have summer jobs far from their loved ones or distant summer homes. Autumn can be a blessing for many…
claire de la lune
flamme de son cœur fébrile
enfin…l’automne
enfin…l’automne
retrouvailles d’amoureux
retour au collège
retour au collège
lueur de la pleine lune
brille sur son visage
brille sur son visage
joues rougissantes la trahissent
yeux pétillants sollicitent
© Tournesol ’15
Shivering in the cool air shortly after dawn, you can see her breath in smoke signals as she walks quickly to stay warm. Lunchtime has a change of heart…
midday radiance
greets a summer’s breeze –
season’s treat
fall’s tucked up on a shelf
dead leaves shed their tell-tale scents
© Tournesol ’15
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
howling wind —
an autumn note within
the bamboo flute (Kala Ramesh)
rustling leaves prepare to fall
whistling wind turns into shrills
trembling twigs
awaiting emptiness
their naked fate
© Tournesol ’15
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(c) Tournesol ’14
mystic purple flames
arise from the spirit’s stalks
chill my autumn heart © Panchali
bringing offerings to the gods
grateful for pointing the way (Chèvrefeuille)
© Tournesol ‘14
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge
I decided to add a haiku underlining American Thanksgiving.
autumn gusts
shudder ripples
on the river
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rafales d’automne
frémissent des risées
sur le fleuve
seasonal rains
turn muddy paths into
frozen puddles
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heading home last night
my cane slips on a patch,
leaves had turned to mulch
© Tournesol ’14
Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #33, Richard Wright on Autumn by Jen of Blog It Or Lose It
Carpe Diem Special Thomas Transtromer
Oak trees and the moon.
Light and mute constellations.
And the frigid sea
© Tomas Tranströmer
These two shots were taken on my way to my mother’s place last November. I stopped my car on the highway to take a shot on my left, this is the moon and on my right the sun was setting in splendour…cold evening but stayed out long enough to get a few shots.
Early moon rise
salutes shimmering star
through naked trees
© Tournesol ’14
A slight change to place “through” at the last line. Thank you, Kristjaan:) It flows smoothly.
© Tournesol ’14
squirreling away,
losing layers of colours
still, beauty in loss
spared none
leaves have all fallen
pressed in Basho
Basho holds
whiffs of dried leaves
varied colours
© Tournesol ’14
[“Matsuo Basho (松尾 芭蕉, 1644–1694), born 松尾 金作, then Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa (松尾 忠右衛門 宗房),[2][3] was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. During his lifetime, Bashō was recognized for his works in the collaborative haikai no renga form; today, after centuries of commentary, he is recognized as the greatest master of haiku (then called hokku).”] Read more here
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