Ramblings on life (haiga)

(haiku)

hot muggy day
spider finds a cool safe place
took a bubble bath

August sailing
gusty winds tense the jib
crow kissed a windshield

fly fidgets
buzzes around his arm.
SWAT!

spider spins
all night long diligently
Eureka!

children’s park
swings, teeter totters, slides
barbarian invasion

children giggling
bright coloured kites catch the sun
string floats silently

© Tournesol ’14

(free verse)

If I were an insect,
who knows how my life would end?
If I were a bird,
who knows how the wind would blow?
If I were a child living in the wrong part of the world,
who knows when my life would end?
Life is a gift for some,
a puzzle for so many,
an affliction for too many…

What life lends
may be a mystery
black and white blends
interesting and dreary
I can always count
on rivers to flow
on the sun to glow
sunsets sublime
and the moon to shine

originally published @ Tournesol dans un Jardin

Ride home (haiga)

Train runs on time

chasing clouds on the run

whistle blows.

clouds etched in the sky

bales of hay set out to dry

one dark cloud taunts

lightness dims

sun bows gracefully

almost home

darkness greets me solemnly

city lights wink high above.

Spring brings promise (haiga)

Photo: CLR - art by Mae Giroux, Oakville, Ontario — Photo: CLR – art by Mae Giroux, Oakville, Ontario

(haiku)

Promising sunshine

Days are longer, enjoying

enchanting sunsets.

Celestial brush strokes

I certainly never hide the fact
that I love to take many photos of the sky…
cloudy, sunny and especially sunsets.
Fortunately, I am able
to see amazing sunsets on our rooftop
at work in the milder weather….
so soon I will be able to capture
those hues of magenta, orange and
purplish blues mixed in the horizon.
But my photos are very amateur;
not having proper equipment, I feel
I can never capture the beauty
that this blogger/photographer does,
nor do I have her talent.
And that is why artists need admirers
and viewers as I enjoy to look
with regard, appreciation and admiration.

The first image I saw when I woke up this morning was this beautiful masterpiece that nature creates day after day but only a few select eyes can capture and actually share with the world.

This is one of them.

Check out Michelle Marie’s blog at Tell Me About It
to see the endless images she creates and
the lovely words of inspiration she adds in her poetry.

Their spirits unite

tranquil

readying for night-

fall…still,

this moment

so serene

cascades in between

daylight

and

twilight;

celestial beings

gather

their brushes…

together…

brush,

stroke,

hush!

and admire,

brush

that does caress

our skyline

with finesse,

sweep

here, there…

with endless

enduring wear…

Now shush!

hear the chorale

breathing life

effortless…

mime

Ahhhhh!

rhyme

meditative

and sublime

now hush!

hear my heart-

beat, rush

as I see this

vision of

divine bliss

a masterpiece

melts in the horizon.

Thank you, Michelle Marie, for giving me permission to display and share your masterpiece here you had originally given as an offering to Belinda

Chasing sunsets

chasing sunsets

Seize the moment tonight

Serenity at its best.

What if skies were pink?

What would you think

if skies had hues

of shades of pink?

…and hues of gold
and grey that wink.

I just might miss

those shades of blue

Lest not forget

drops of honey too!

Those lovely summer sunsets

that exhibit mottled sets

of different shades and lovely hues

some greys that take the place of blues.

I’m still in love with blue

you see, I tend to sway

with tints of day

my eyes display

shades grey and blue

just like the skies that bid adieu.

Oh!

that must be why

I stay up late

to see the sky

turn into night.

What would you think?

What would you think
if skies had hues
of shades of pink?

…and hues of gold
and grey that wink.

I just might miss
those shades of blue
lest not forget
drops of honey too!

Those lovely summer sunsets
that exhibit mottled sets
of different shades and lovely hues
some greys that take the place of blues.

And as the sun bids it’s farewell
we see the blues come back to life
and marry pink to make its wife
with just a hint of Honeywell.

I’m still in love with blue
you see, I tend to sway
with tints of day
my eyes display
shades grey and blue
just like the skies that bid adieu.

Oh!
that must be why
I stay up late
to see the sky
turn into night.

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