echoes of laughter
keep the lone clown company
screaming silently
screaming silently
with each cotton swab
faceless
© Tournesol’16/02/24
Poetry ~ Waka
echoes of laughter
keep the lone clown company
screaming silently
screaming silently
with each cotton swab
faceless
© Tournesol’16/02/24
intricate details
woven in a web of sins
decadent
recalling
his lingering fragrance
my spider man
© Tournesol’16/02/23
A post at Chris at The Muscleheaded Blog made me think of a poem I read this week by Chiyo-Ni

nani kite mo
utsukushiku naru
tsukimi kana
beautiful
whatever we wear
moon viewing
(c) Chiyo-Ni
***
sleepwalks
on a midsummer night
moonbeams
(c) Tournesol’15
pre-dawn cloudburst
flowers hang their heavy heads
old man heaves
coming home from Hurley’s Pub
hanging low away from mum
(c) Tournesol ’15
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2015/08/on-trail-with-basho-encore-11-drinking.html
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had stopped working six weeks prior to giving birth. The six weeks at home with my son was a nice transition before his sister arrived. He would lean on my huge tummy and asked me earlier on in the pregnancy how the baby got there. He was only 2 and a half. I knew you could tell children the truth about many things and they would retain what they could grasp…make it simple, I was often told. And so I told him that Daddy had a seed that he gave to Mommy to make the baby grow in my womb (tummy). “How did it get there?” he asked. I explained that Mommy and Daddy kissed and hugged each other very tightly. He seemed to be satisfied with that.
Two years later my step-father had passed and my son felt sorry for my mother being alone. “Nanny,” he started, “You should have a baby so you won’t be so lonely.” She explained that she had to have a husband to have a baby. He responded, “Well, I could give you my seed from my testicle and you could swallow it and then you would have a baby.” My mother was SHOCKED but we always got a kick out of that cute story of pure kindness and innocence.
© Tournesol ’15