Poetry ~ Waka
Inspired by Patricia Donegan’s haiku:
As rain drops diminish
I hear the tapping
of the monk’s wooden bell. © Patricia Donegan
after the downpour
swallows bathe in pools
of rainwater
©Tournesol’16
Tonight
the cypress tree & I
lean into the wind. © Patricia Donegan
sailboat hastens
tall white sail tautens
wind at her back
©Tournesol’16
It’s National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo 2016 here and luckly I saw Rich Daddario’s beautiful lune/haiga today on Facebook.
So here is my first attempt to Day 1 for April 1, 2016 – a Lune.
shadowing the wind
noontime lull
under hazy skies
© Tournesol ’16/04/01
Labour Day weekend and unusual heat hangs on the Northern hemisphere. She sits on the shore watching the swans, geese and ducks play hide in seek…searching for shade.
chasing the wind
in a golden haze –
rocking on the lake
© Tournesol ’15
30 Days of Haiga – September 7 – Northern Hemisphere – Smouldering heat – end of summer
On her way to the store, she picked up her pace as the wind was nice and cool. A cool breeze with sudden gusts blew her hair in her face. As she gathered the strands to braid as she continued walking along the boulevard;, the sound of the leaves rustling and that cloudy sky brought her back to long ago, sailing at Lake Champlain at Venise-en-Québec.
The family had had good times there. The children were three and five and brave little sailors on the catamaran. First weekend of September, Labour Day weekend there were about a hundred catamarans lined up for the two day race…she was not quite as brave then…she preferred to watch rather than compete. A few times, she would back out at the last minute knowing she did have the endurance to stay on the waters, rain or shine 8 hours at a time with risks of cold windy days.
choppy waters
divine levetation
cat rock ‘n rolls
© Tournesol ’15
Rolling waves
wind gusts bind the jib
stirring bellies
staring at the mocking sky
through the porthole
© Tournesol ’15
Written for Tanka Poets on Site on Facebook
Prompt: Through the porthole
He never challenged the winds and waters; competitively sailed in sunny, windy, rainy or stormy days…he was an excellent sailor and captain. He was geared up in wet suit, goggles and gloves…looking out to the sea.
BAM –the last shot fired alerting all sailors to join their crew at their catamarans.
Crosses himself
kisses sand on hands and knees
then sets sail
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 