Poetry ~ Waka
I was inspired by this beautiful photo from a post at Karuna Poole, my friend’s blog at LivingLearningandLettingGo here she shares a special morning in her garden.
Tranquil moments
Mother Nature’s morning
salutations
tranquil moments
wind whispers
new day
Mother Nature’s morning
wings stretch
tip to tip
salutations
honouring first dawn
the crow calls
© Tournesol ’15
It is theMontreal International Jazz Festival that is here now with horns blaring, pianos declaring and sexy throaty singers making our hearts melt. At least a dozen stages outdoors setup in the entertainment district…minutes from cobblestone streets of Old Montreal, China Town and the Old Port. Ten marvelous days and nights of singing, dancing, swaying and slow dancing too.
Sax wails in pain
sultry baritone strings
lovers jive
© Tournesol ’15
June 22nd, first day of summer, the day after summer solstice, she sets out to the rapids. Today is a tribute to her departed mother who was born on this day in 1926. She will also cleanse her feet in the waters of the rapids of la rivièvre Richelieu marking her mother’s first anniversary in her eternal resting place…christening this new beginning.
Waves roll with force
declare birth of an angel
in heaven
She sits on one of the rocks by the rapids, allowing the waves to splash and wet her feet and then she dunks them in the busy rumbling water marking a new tradition en homage pour Colombe, sa mère.
Ripples tickle
feet float on rapid currents
birthday giggles
© Tournesol ’15
She remembers her father pointing to the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper; she would scrunch up her nose, squint, trying real hard to see what he could see. Those were times she still looked up to him as her hero. Thank goodness for fond memories of star gazing nights with him.
Heeds directions
unravelling star shaped bears
gazing at the stars
© Tournesol ’15
Where would she be without her daydreams? If it were not for reading and tapping on that keyboard from time to time, she might go through most of her days living in her head. Walking stirs such reveries! Driving or sitting on a bus or train opens doors to another world; watching the sun set or sitting in class to a boring lecture…lying in bed the daydreams simply roll on a neverending reel.
Reserved seating
dreams of castles in the air
eyelids screen
© Tournesol ’15
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Spiders and frogs
threaten lives of flies buzzing
killing them dead
but only if hungry,
never killing for sport
killing for sport
cruel deeds of a species
such cruel human games
© Tournesol ’15
When I saw this prompt and Jane Reichhold’s haiku referring to the shape of “wild rivers” and “ferns” I could not help but be right at my special spot by the river rapids and so I decided to add my thoughts in a Tan Renga. I hope that’s okay.
wild rivers
the joy unfurls
in ferns © Jane Reichhold
grief spills briny beads
white-water sweetens © Tournesol ’15
floral carnival,
swell of the willow drapes
nature’s secret
summer reels
giggling youngsters play leap-frog
mountains’ faint echo
© Tournesol’15
I originally composed this troiku this morning with the thoughts of my walk through the thicket last week on my way to work. I had been mesmerized and filled with grace looking at the wild flowers and one sole tiny blue butterfly fluttering from one flower to the next.
A blogger, Brenda from Friendly Fairy Tales, suggested “Perhaps the butterfly was a messenger of love from an admirer. A reminder to love yourself and value even the steps that you take to get to work. The in-between time is the most magic and free. I used to love driving, it felt so free being in-between one place and another.”
However, when I got home tonight I took a little peak at Carpe Diem since I had not had time to look in the past three days and I noticed the Time Glass prompt, First Celebration and found my offering fitting for this prompt as well. Serenidipty hits again.
mazu iwae ume o kokoro no fuyu-gomeri
first celebrate
the flowers in your heart
confined in winter
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
grateful
first cherry blossom
in the moonlight
© Chèvrefeuille
amid thicket
daisies stand at attention
sun beams in awe
amid thicket
birds tweet in salutation
blue butterfly flits
daisies stand at attention
buttercups wild yet humble
grass waves delight
sun beams in awe
butterfly flutters with glee
nature’s gift to thee
blue butterfly flits
silently communes with thee
love thee first, then all
© Tournesol ’15
la confiance
une seule sottise
démolie
mille et une finesses
possiblement, cette confiance
suscitée
*****
trust
one foolish act
in ruins
trust…after
thousands of good graces
may be revived
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
