Tag: poem

on cloud nine (haiku)

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My daughter loaned me her car for the weekend. It was a bit of a surprise to have such huge wet snowflakes though in such mild weather but by noon the sun was shining and it was glorious.

I had not driven on the highway in over six months. I was so unused to driving and usually I like to speed on spring highways, but this morning, I drove calmly and leisurely. I hardly noticed cars passing me. I listened to music and just enjoyed the drive. The further I drove, I reached more country and even farm houses and barns looked beautiful.

snowflakes dust my path
driving on the highway
melt in puddles

mid-day sun
more than smiles
sunbeams make my day

driving… on cloud nine
daydream like a silly teen
springtime in the air

(c) Tournesol ’15

The last token (haibun)

They spent March break at Mont Tremblant, skiing, skating and eating way too much. Her mother and step-father wanted to reward her for working so hard all year. Her marks had gone from C’s to A’s. Annie-Pierre had not skied since her father died of a heart attack on their Christmas vacation at Mont Ste Anne. He had started when she was ten years old, giving her a special marble each Christmas representing places they visited together. She had 5 now but was missing the very last one he gave her that Christmas. When paramedics arrived, she had run out to the ambulance begging to be with her father and she had dropped her last Christmas token he would ever give her.

 

Magic Marbles by Caleb

last travel keepsake
crafted with sparkle and glass
lost forever

(c) Tournesol ’15

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Photo Challenge

brief moments (haiku)

chilly winds

despite glorious sunbeams

petite gaps of calm

© Tournesol ’15

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paralyzed in pain (haibun)

Everyone had left for school. The hush in the house was deafening. Edwina lay in her bed, swimming in her tormented pain.  Soon she would have to get up. Her eyes looked to her right on the bedside table at the clock. It was 7:45 and she had to be at work at noon.  How would she make it on time?  Would she even try this time?  She closed her eyes tightly, annoyed that she had not improved over the months.  All the weeks of therapy, medication…nothing seemed to get her out of this “bain de torture”.

(haiku)

annoyed with self
wades in blistering pain
still awaits the hush

If she did not move any part of her body, breathed lightly and slowly, she might not hear her heart pounding in her ears.  It was all in her head, they all said. There was no reason to feel tormented with what no one can see.  There is no evidence that she feels what she feels. No proof of the sounds she hears. If only someone could possess her whole being, for one split second, they would surely jump out of her skin, she thought.

thescream

(tanka)

lays in wait
tremors stir inside her soul
grisly scream endures
tormenting thru and thru
‘til long  desired hush

© Tournesol ’15

annoyed * hushed * pain

Heeding HaIku with HA at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie

willow weeps (haiga)

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drifting from mountains
sun shines on cornfields and meadows
the willow weeps

© Tournesol ’15

turn turn turn (Troiku – haiga)

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(troika)

turn turn turn
 when does it stop
on this roundabout

turn turn turn
reeling in vertigo
cycling

when does it stop
short or long paths,
timing is everything

on this roundabout
all roads lead to Rome
but,  different lessons

© Tournesol’15

birdfeeder bully (haiga)

birdfeeder bully

 

pushy woodpecker
feeder over the river
thrusts his sharp bill

© Tournesol ’15

alley cat (haiga)

catlike call

 

tom strolls the night
winter moonbeams shed light
hears the catlike call

© Tournesol ’15

heavy quilt (haiku)

GrandPa’s tombstone
hidden under hoary quilt
plays peek-a-boo

© Tournesol’15

However, reality bites here insofar as spring feeling close goes;  I had to wear my ski mask last night walking home in the cold March wind at only minus 10. Perhaps winter is dragging on too long and the cold is difficult to endure this time of year.

timely equinox
spring meanders
lost again

© Tournesol ’15

thinking of you (haiga)

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when I think of you

love swells and spills

diamond shaped tears

© Tournesol ’15