cat braves the cold,
light of the milky way
catches a mouse
~
glares with spite
silhouette beneath the stars
the owl hoots
© Tournesol ’14
Tag: poems
scent of pine trees (Tan Renga)
The goal of this Tan Renga Challenge #54 at Carpe Diem is to write a second stanza of two lines (classical syllables-count 7-7) towards the haiku by Ese. To make the Tan Renga complete … but this haiku evoked so many memories, I could not choose only one so I am posting them all.
Our host’s completion
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
sunlight strokes my naked body
blankets have slipped away
© Chèvrefeuille
and now my attempts:
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
tap dancing on a tin roof
a lazy sultry afternoon
© Tournesol
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
kindling scents of woodsy pine
clumsy kiss of innocents
© Tournesol
fingertips
stroking scales of pine cone
-forest memories © Ese
lips softly brush my shoulder
like wings of a butterfuly
© Tournesol
Pearly grey isn’t so bad (haibun)
Things rarely turn out as I imagine. This is sometimes best for what joy, discoveries and excitement would I find if my life was all mapped out. I’d be like a peg on a wall map. My need to control would actually make me a slave of my making. Do I get disappointed with the outcomes of life’s events? Of course I do many times. The heartaches, the disappointments and the self-degradation are part of life and in some ways who I am. I am a product of my past and life experiences. How I make of it, is still my choice. We always have choices…not always in abundance. I may have to choose for a pearly grey from a drab grey but still, I have a choice. And with the darkness of despair how else would I be blinded by the beauty of the glowing stars as well as golden sun? If I have doubts about love and being loved, I meet exuberance when I am embraced by those who do love me. It may come from someone I have not been waiting and then that makes it a double bonus cherished and forever imprinted on my heart.
I am a daydreamer by day and by night. Many times I cannot tell where a dream started or where a fantasy ended. And is that important? When life takes too long to show its glowing stars, I escape into stories I devour for days and days. And more recently, I dip into my consciousness and write what transpires from many escapades in delusions and fantasies, me, myself my muse and I.
skies weep,
autumn showers
paths shimmer
raindrops
on golden leaves
hold me hostage
tints compete
greys lose race,
autumn scoffs
© Clr ’14
© Clr ’14
mediocre mouse
corn field plays
bumblebee
dreaming on canvas
beauty penned at night
© Tournesol ’14
Café de nuit (shadorma)
rendezvous
terrasse du café
sous la nuit
des étoiles
ce soir, sont engagés
pour s’aimer toujours
~
rendevous
at café terrasse
underneath
the night stars
that night, they made their promise
forever to love.
© Tournesol ’14
Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt
mystic fields (haiku)
Our host has introduced Karunesh – Magic Fields as our inspiration to write a haiku. Here is our host’s offering:
magic is in the air
the sweet perfume of autumn
brings ecstasy
© Chèvrefeuille
nature’s glory
whispering grace,
mystic fields
© Tournesol ’14
Bones (senryû)
Originally posted at my blogspot at Tournesol dans un jardin, Bones
Bones
wildflowers
emerald blankets covering
beds of bones
*
beds of bones
sounds of wailing children
haunting the night
*
haunting the night
smell of death and venom
barbarians’ breath
© Tournesol ’14
False hope (shadorma/senryû)
Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin at BlogSpot.
When I saw this photo taken by Georgia at Basket and Sekhmet’s Library, I had to smile. I had taken a phto of 2 pay phones in the Métro last Spring. The fact that these are near such a lovely green space stirred contradictions…beauty, ugliness, pleasure and pain and this is what my muse came up with for Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.
(shadorma)
Assaults lurk
In the dead of night
behind trees
far from phones
cyclists never heard her screams
would have dialed for help.
(senryû)
predators always
study their territory
and their prey.
(shadorma)
phones by parks
gives false illusions
of safety
late at night
listen up! one`s never safe
when monsters still breathe
© Tournesol ’14
Now to make this fun a little and give me more of a challenge, I am adding my photos of these phones in the Métro. Having looked at them, my muse seems fixated on sad affairs.
(shadorma)
unused phones
ever see someone
actually
Use a phone?
subways are sometimes seedy
all’s in the open
(senryû)
people make believe
blind to sordid actions
“I ain’t seen nothin’”
(shadorma)
Unless there`s
a Samaritan
does good deeds
calls for help
shouts out loud scaring monsters
back into their hole.
(tilus)
Wherever you go, bring
along a
friend.
© Tournesol ’14
Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin, by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts
Life as you see it (senryû)
Life as you see it
may not be in my
line of vision.
don’t see eye to eye
differences of opinion
just a different lens
why must you argue
over and over and
over again?
wars have erupted
for far much more
and much less
what are you waiting forÉ
mediate for peace now
love, hate, greed
trigger some form of hell
we can all avoid.
© Clr – Tournesol `14/08/17
Mirror (haiga)
communicating
I can see me smiling
mirrored in their face
+
curse or G-d’s joke
reflection says I am so old
ignores inner child
(c) Tournesol
Originally Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts ’14/08/17 at Tournesol dans un jardin
little creatures (haibun)
The prompt today is about small creatures. Our host presents us with Issa`s Giddy Grasshopper as our first inspiration:
giddy grasshopper
take care…do not leap and crush
these pearls of dewdrop
© Issa (source)
then Basho`s haiku here is another inspiration; I am quite partial to this one.
how pitiful!
underneath the helmet
a cricket chirping.
© Basho (Tr. Ueda)
The goal of this new feature is to write haiku about little creatures and more importantly to take notice of your surroundings.
Our host has written “Little Creatures” haiku:
deep silence
this lazy summer evening –
song of a cricket
© Chèvrefeuille
Young children seem so fascinated by nature`s tiny creatures. My son would look at ants working busily for hours…one tiny ant hill and he would cry inconsolably if someone stepped on that hill or any insect. I love how children teach us adults or many times remind us of what we once found important in life.
I remember as a young child spending hours in the field behind my house searching for grasshoppers. My mother was a hairdresser and she would put me outside to play which sure was better than going for a nap. Even in those days as a young child I hated going to bed.
I would jump, startled, if one jumped by me, then I would follow it, chasing it like a hunter. It would tease me regularly, keeping me busy most of the afternoon. Once I caught it, I would cup it in my two hands to make sure it would not get away and ask it to give me molasses. Okay, I had no clue at 4 and 5 years old what the darn thing did but either it was scared and it pooped out of fear or it had no problems of “irregularity” (see me chuckle here. Almost every summer afternoon, I would spend hours searching, under the hot sun accompanied by the piercing sound of crickets.
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–
afternoon quest
child stoops low in the field
grasshopper jumps
–
grasshopper jumps
she holds it gingerly
whispering
“give me some molasses
come on grasshopper friend.”
–
she giggles
grasshopper tickles her hand
ooops,it jumps away
–
rests under the elm
mother nature’s lullaby,
crickets chirrup
(c) Tournesol
Posted originally by Cheryl-Lynn at Tournesol dans un Jardin 2014/08/17
Submitted for Carpe Diem’s Little Creatures #1 Issa’s “giddy grasshopper”
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