(tanka)
radiant sunshine
snowbanks shrink
city streets are grey
March winds blow debris
love is in the air.
© Tournesol ’15
Love is in the air (haiga)
Tag: poem
Last light (haiga)
The days are finally longer and at my first break at 17:30 today, I got a glimpse of the sun setting. Such a long winter of dark days and only snow to show brightness, this was a treat for me…a sign of new beginnings…
sun’s eclipse
ball of fire in the sky
last show of light
© Tournesol ’15
sushi (haiga)
A mother’s delight (haibun)
When I think of the word “Happiness”my memory captures a moment of delight…bliss, such as the photo of my children together. Whether they are 3 or 33, my heart bursts at the seams when I see them just hanging out. It is a moment in time, a mother has been blessed seeing the evidence of pure joy…her children.
mother venerates
purity of children
moment of grace
© Tournesol ’15
Verger Ozias Leduc (haiga)
Ozias Leduc was a self-taught painter and his father owned an apple orchard in Mont St Hilaire (south shore of Montreal)
family fun day
au Verger Ozias Leduc
children on tip toes
children on tip toes
apple slips and falls
toddler’s prize
(c) Tournesol ’15
toddler’s prize
trying to bite through the skin
worm wiggles out
worm wiggles out
toddler giggles but Mom screams
swallow wins a lunch
(c) Tournesol ’15
MMt’s First Yellow Blossoms (Tan Renga)
first yellow blossom
sprouting from a slender branch—
Buddha bows his head © Magical Mystical Teacher
first yellow blossom
sprouting from a slender branch—
Buddha bows his head (c)MMT
sitting on the riverside
minnows making ripples (c) Tournesol
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge
Video: Flies, minnows and ripples
Haiku scrabble : snowflakes
My muse and I playing scrabble…
(haiku)
snowflakes
kiss my nose
I sneeze
snowflakes
kiss my face
frisson
(tanka)
snowflakes
kiss my face,
sun glows
dripping down my chin
brightness blinds me
(haiku)
snow melting
reflecting golden sun
in the puddle
© Tournesol ’15
Retrouvaille (haibun)
At Carpe Diem we are given a beautiful painting by Van Gogh where the artist spent his last years. Our host, Chèvrefeuille chose House of Auvers for our inspiration to write a haiku. It is an image that one can relate to in many ways. See more information at Carpe Diem – House (au Auvers)
Since the industrial revolution, so many “home visits” have been postponed until spring or summertime. In many parts here in the Montreal area and suburbs, that is mainly due to the weather and icy roads. I used to work for a steel company who gave their employees a 4-day weekend at Easter so many could drive down to Gaspé for instance, to visit their family; most of these families had moved here for work but their hearts were still back home.
village réanimé
retrouvaille familiale
cries des goélands
***
emerging village
family reunions
gulls shriek
© Tournesol ’15
a trace of you (Troiku)
It’s been a while since I sense your presence and yet, that may be a good sign. You are finally reunited with the love of your love. I had a dream last night. Bette, my feline friend who is named after your nickname was playing hide-and-go-seek in your house. We were in your bedroom. You had been on some health food diet and you were clearing your closet. I was shocked to see such order! Well, we know that that was not a priority for you. And why should it, when you had more important things to do, like sit by the window, sipping your coffee and watch the birds by the river, pecking at the bird feeder. Or getting all dolled up with your designer outfits; applying Lancôme or Clinique to moisten your skin; a touch of ombre à paupière and a trace of eyeliner; before running out to go shopping, applying your favourite rouge à lèvre and la pièce de résitance...three sprays of Shalimar.
Whenever you visited your scent lingered for days and any clothes you gave me, laundry could not remove that faint scent of your eau de toilette…that trace of Colombe.
In my dream, Bette snuck behind the wall of your closet and when I followed, feeling like Alice in Wonderland, I found a slight opening and there was a narrow room with odd trinkets and old furniture. Bette had adopted a small filing cabinet. I had never seen this room. You were busy washing clothes, sorting the closet and your commode. It was as if I was not really there but you sort of knew I was there…It felt like I was watching a movie of you…there was a screen separating us, preventing us from touching, hugging.
When I awakened, I realized this was another little visit. And now you know why I named my feline friend, Bette. I’m so glad you met her.
my shawl breathes
scents of Shalimar
trace of you
my shawl breathes,
reminiscence woven
you and me
scents of Shalimar
sweet scented sounds
your laughter
trace of you
faint trails of eau de toilette
remind me of you
© Tournesol ’15
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
A Haibun is a narrative (prose) followed by haiku. For more information check Haibun Thinking.
birthday (haiga)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
