Life as it should be
slow, painful, mystifying
and then there’s joy
and then there’s joy
life accelerates
in the end, there’s light
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka
Life as it should be
slow, painful, mystifying
and then there’s joy
and then there’s joy
life accelerates
in the end, there’s light
© Tournesol ’15
beach house view
seagulls circle an old widow
muted wails
© Tournesol ‘ 15
© Debbie HallBy: Debbie Hall
buttercup opens
awakening butterflies
morning caress
morning caress
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly’s treat
© Tournesol ’15
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they’re back!!
yellow splattered meadows
dandelions
replay game
do you like butter?
under your chin
wildflowers
little tyke’s free pickings
for mother
© Tournesol ’15

(Troiku)
Up the mountain
bread crumbs on the trail
white blossoms
up the mountain
soft petals brush my cheek
tickling
bread crumbs on the trail
old crow robs me blind
lost my way
white blossoms
fragrance lingers
leads the way
© Tournesol ’15
She loved her road trips and spinning those wheels, playing her music and singing aloud with an open window. Truck stops were spread out in timely fashions almost as if fast food industries knew when you had to eat but more likely to gas up and pee.
Her fuel gauge told her she should stop soon; she sees a rest-stop with picnic tables surrounded by pine trees. The place is deserted and she sighs with relief.
highway rest-stop
scented pine and Camembert
make-believe terrace
© Tournesol ’15