Poetry ~ Waka
I’d rather be…is the prompt at The Seekers Dungeon this week:
rather be
living with less pain
lightening my days
rather be
poor and starving
than selfish
living with less pain
may not have been as caring,
empathy is gained
lightening my days
hearing music to my ears
love you Mom…Nana
© Tournesol ’15
bows solemnly
honouring life that was,
enters twilight
© Tournesol ’15
© Tournesol ’15
sea of waves
gentle pearls in the sky
veil of shining star
playing peekaboo
before settling for the night.
sun winks at me
spilling morsels of brightness
I’m filled with grace
shall rise above despair
tomorrow is another day.
© 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
~
now lost in snow
mind slips in overcast
too spent to resume
blow blow, let the wind blow
weary brain may recover
© Tournesol ’15
I close my eyes off and on today and I seem to be in a wabi-sabi mood if that makes any sense. If I let myself float to places of nothingness I feel nano seconds of peace, sometimes sadness but not a hurting sadness. A feeling of when your heart swells and forces you to take a deeper breath, a louder exhalation…a sigh of melancholy. That is my day today…pure, simple and free. I close my eyes and remember those moments nursing my children…those precious moments in the middle of the night…no distractions in those days…no cell phones, no television…no dvd’s either. Just that opportunity to look into their eyes as they look up with wonder, with loving adoration, depending so much on me for love, sustenance and nurturing…those liquid blue eyes gaze at me.
such sweetness/so long ago, I close my eyes/back in time.
(Troiku)
pure innocence
love runs through my veins
I look at you
pure innocence
looks up in adulation
my heart melts
love runs through my veins
wrapping you in warmth
forever more
I look at you
purity of yesterday
revisits me
(c) Tournesol ’15
lean yet robust
keeps me whole in bitter chills,
shadow of your leaves
(c) Tournesol ’15
I just started reading Put your Lips Together by Hamish ‘Managua’ Gunn on my day off and sleepiness seems to take over me yet my mind won’t shut off…and so I quickly transferred those intruding thoughts to my keyboard, so I could go back to nothingness and passively pass the rest of my day off.
My mind’s entranced by words I read. It’s nice to wander to nowhere lands. But soon I feel a heaviness… I am too sleepy to read … I rest my head on velvet softness. Such a quandary since I must read to stop the thoughts exhausting me. I hang onto words from a new writer’s thoughts; his thoughts are motivating and let me to travel to places I’ve never been; ah yes, I remember one that I’d been long long ago in Aberdeen. Memories flood my soul as I drift in and out of alpha waves. IlLike riding the waves; I am so light …no featherlike, the sea transports me to islands where fishing is the only means of survival.
My eyes are heavy but my mind will not sleep. STOP!! I just want the mind to dull…be rid of any thoughts for a few moments…no contemplations, please, some respite, I implore.
I love to write but writing unlocks the dam of thoughts that gush forth so strong at times I can’t decipher good from bad, hell from heaven and so I read when my eyes can stay open to escape…And travel in the minds and thoughts of other writers so easier to take those words. They do not rush in tsunamis but more like streams of honey and melted butter. Small increments at a time …tiny palatable morsels. The perfect balance to satiate a hungry reader.
quiescent
laced in warm abode
melting lyrics
slumber meets me
I am compliant
silly putty
notions flutter
buzzing me to wakefulness
grief settles
grief settles
bleeds in every crevice
holds me hostage.
(c) Tournesol ’15
I seem to be truly enjoying this new form of sets of haiku created by Chévrefeuille here at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai called the Troiku. As I sit here at a Café in the warmth looking out at the snow, I hesitate to leave. It is cold and I have to take a bus to get home and I also like the atmosphere here. It is so pleasant writing in this ambiance, hearing the saxophone blaring in the background with uninterrupted jazz melodies. I am a sucker for saxophones and base…it isn`t live music but the sound system is a good quality to drown the chatter of the patrons so I feel the company of jazz musicians and my thoughts percolating before my fingers dance on my keyboard.
(c) Tournesol ’15
winter wonderland
snow filling my balcony
sipping my java
redundant image I see
cars slowing their speed
public transit the smart means
at twenty below
feels like minus thirty-five
dressing warm for work
wrapped in wool and feather lined
with studs on my boots
sun still pierces through the clouds
squinting and slogging
shuffling my way to the bus
admiring this winter scene
~
(haiku)
snow covered path
shadow at my side, leaves me
I get on the bus
© Tournesol ’15
CP Special Fuyuko Tomita’s “shadow”
© Tournesol ’15
First words of the New Year 2015:
I wake up to blowing winds and white dusted grass and realize it is the first day of 2015. What is different today except for the snow? My bones may be a bit more brittle, my skin drier, my hair is tangled in knots but my heart is still filled with love. My mind is calling to me softly today, and whispers stories of peace and love.
dreams are stories
played out in our minds
life is the stage
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 