blue skies
whirling castles hang
catch my breath
©Tournesol’16/07/28
Poetry ~ Waka

curls and swirls,
seductive and flirting
with a rainbow
© Tournesol ’16/04/13


She looks at the sky as she drives towards a storm…the clouds look like waves and then the dark heavy billows menacing a downpour. Huge droplets fall and she pulls over the side of the highway as many other motorists have wisely done. The sound is hypnotizing and she turns off the motor, radio and wipers…
dark puffs of anger
burst at the seams cascading
quietude
© Tournesol ’15