Poetry ~ Waka
Back to Basics – Carpe Diem Writing Techniques
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holding folded flag
bugle sounds that tap the soul
weeping for her son
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weeping for her son
honour does not spare a life,
curses every war
(c) Tournesol ’15
Walking home after school in spring, she drags her feet singing “Cherish” under her breath. The sun was still shining but a few clouds started moving overhead slowly. She hardly noticed droplets on her chin. Looking up she smiles, knowing somewhere there will be a rainbow.
dancing softly
tiny puddles on the river
raindrops
~
warm droplets
kiss her eyelashes
sun winks
© Tournesol ’15
a perfect day
sky so blue
surreal
sun aglow
warms winter’s hands
melting snow
I burst with love
from every pore
to feel so prised
and ever more
heart melted like sun stroked frost
frozen ponds and icy streams
this felt just like
those corny dreams
it was in fact
a perfect day
a birthday spell
that fills my heart
still feel it swell.
icicles
would surely melt
my heart’s aglow
© Tournesol ’15
Jazz Fest turns in
crowds in smoky jazz bar
night is still young
jammin’ until five a.m.
listening to Vic Vogel
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smokey bar
sultry jazz oozes
amber’s heat
© Tournesol ’15
Vic Vogel Trio with Dave Turner (Montreal Jazz Festival)
tills the soil,
calculating his harvest,
sows the fields
works night and day,
you’d surely be envious
noble farmer
nuisance prevails
gorging leaves messy field,
pot belly crows
© Tournesol ’15
chasing playfully
in the open meadow
tag you’re it!
giggling like children
old shed in the meadow
playing naughty
© Tournesol’15
journeys through time
photos of long ago
treasured gifts
&
mother and father
gifted with sounds
newborn’s cry
© Tournesol ’15
daily ritual
rushing off work
pets not allowed
~
stricken with grief
lies in wait for her mistress
dreaming of mice
© Tournesol ’15
I feel a bit silly after writing my love of spring weather and embracing that “feel good” ambiance on my way to work this afternoon…hence the tanka, Love is in the air. As I stepped out tonight to come home at 22:00, this is what I saw…I felt like writing a poem starting with SNOW is a 4-letter word but decided to turn this into an opportunity and write a more thought-provoking “free style” haiku for this haiga festival.
scribbles a haiku
sunnyside of sidewalk
now lost in snow
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now lost in snow
mind slips in overcast
too spent to resume
blow blow, let the wind blow
weary brain may recover
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
