Poetry ~ Waka
Crossing the bridge, she looks out the window of the bus and sees most of the ice has liquefied…a patch here and there as a reminder winter kept a stronghold on nature. What an imposing fellow Mister Winter can be sometimes!
last of ice patches
smaller boats trawl the waters
fish fear cunning bait
(c) Tournesol ’16-04-11
After dinner, brother and sister would go to the pier with their mother to fish. The mother didn’t mind putting the squiggly worm on the hook for them. He would feel so proud when he got a bite and would reel in his catch, a small gold carp. Silently (yet beaming) he would unhook the fish and throw it back into the lake to give it a chance to get bigger.
His little sister would through the rod backwards not realizing the hook could catch a human and anyone close by would hide for cover; she was but five years old and took her fishing seriously…her serious look meant “business” so different than the “laissez-faire” allure of her older brother.
They are nice memories of a long ago, by the lake, together, hearing the catamarans rock, soft waves roll in and feel the tug of a fish bite now and then.
wiggly worm
alluring innocence
gold carp
gold carp
pleads for time
swims to freedom
© Tournesol ’15
Written for: CPHK
Thanking our host and patient mentor at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for his dedication and tireless commitment to his blog, our prompts and mostly that has allowed me to grow a bit more each day. Merci Chèvrefeuille!
Since this blog is mostly devoted to Japanese forms of poetry, I decided to add this Choka here following a 3-Word Wednesday prompt. The 3 words are: devious – frown – venomous
(choka)
Mama frowned at him
worried for her baby cub
Charlie insisted
I’ll be okay, Mama Bear
he went to the lake
he’d have to be devious
to outsmart those fish
but she didn’t know his friend
Pooh Bear was his pal
brought his bucket of minnows
they caught many fish
Mama would be proud of him!
then he heard a sound
a rattle snake snuck near him
Pooh jumped up and down
excited and petrified
not grasping he’d squished
that venomous rattle snake
Hurray, Hurray! Pooh!!
Mama’ll be ever grateful
you’re a shoe in now
come on let’s break the good news
off they marched with the day’s catch
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 