Poetry ~ Waka
Piecemeal puzzle,
blank stares, so ambiguous
mind reader, I’m not
masked games
troubled soul muddies any intent
of purity
pure and honest
how children know the rules
adults destroy
transparency
nothing can be more pure
truths told from the heart
hidden agendas trashed
left with pure chaste truths
© Tournesol ’14
Tackle it Tuesday on “purity”
© Tournesol ’14
To read more: National Post
© Tournesol `14
November is often a dark morbid month for me. I find I have to get accustomed to the lack of warmth as well as the loss of colours, bare trees and shorter days announce more darkness. All seem so desolate and depressing. But then winds pick up, cool the air so much, clouds once heavy with rain turn into lovely snowflakes.
Soon the earth will be covered in carpets of white; I don`t feel the sunset at four so discouraging now for the snow gives light. It is pleasant walking on the snow covered ground, hearing the crunch of my boots on the spongy snow. We are less than one month before Christmas and now, finally, I am getting into the spirit of the holidays…Christmas meaning so much more than gifts and decorations but the spirit of a rebirth and giving; the sharing of love and warmth among friends and family.
(c) Tournesol ’14
Heeding Haiku with HA at MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie
Our prompt today at Carpe Diem is Road Side Beggar (a haiku by Nana Fredua-Agyeman)
looking at the sun
for a silver coin –
roadside beggar
© Nana Fredua-Agyeman
our host has written keeping in the tone of Nana…
in front of the church
a beggar sleeps in his paper-box –
empty bottle of wine
© Chèvrefeuille
Here is my attempt thinking of our homeless people braving the cold on the streets of Montréal.
(c) Tournesol ’14
The Eastern Townships are graced with many lakes and mountains. Lake Massawippi is one of those lakes facing Mount Orford and home to many lodges and camps for youths and adults. It is near St-Benoit du Lac, a monastery known for its amazing cheese. What a dream place to live in a small cottage like Wordsworth’s on Lake District and writing to my heart`s content surrounded by trees, water and mountains…and nature’s creatures bidding me good morning each day and the stars winking at me at night.
brunâtre du matin
roule doucement sur
le lac Massawippi
regard! la-haut au ciel
couronne sur Mont Orford
early rise
fog rolling slowly off
Lake Massawippi
look! up to the heavens
halo on Mount Orford
© Tournesol ’14/11/11
Daisies are my favourite flower for reasons I have shared in the past. I relate to this flower in so many aspects. It is not especially stunning compared to so many other exquisite floras but it is still attractive and strong. Multiple petals show many facets of my personality…and still many to discover over a lifetime.
Sowing more seeds has allowed me to have daisies for life…children and grandchildren and it all starts with that first born. At that time I thought I would never have enough love to spread…I remember how much I loved my godchild before I ever had children and it worried me a bit. “Is it possible to love a child more than that or as much?” I quickly saw that it was certainly possible and when I had my second child, the love was still in abundance as there is more to spare for my grandson. Recently I’ve had two more grandsons added to our family and the heart seems to just swell more and more. How wonderful to see how the Great Spirit created our hearts and souls.
Today we celebrated the birth of my first born…
(tanka)
daisies for life
meadows seasoned with love
birth of a child
mother’s never-ending love
a family is born
© Tournesol ’14/11/07
Fragile lily
feigns a budding love affair,
bleeds then..the moon
autumn wind robs all trace
love is but a dream.
© Tournesol ’14-11-05
This prompt brought me to a monastery in the Eastern Townships, about an hour’s drive from Montreal near Magog at Saint Benoit du lac where monks do not only pray but they are known for their cheese.
au petit matin
et le vent montagneux
soufflant des cantiques
jumelant avec les moines
un pinson gazouille en harmonie
early morn
and mountain wind
blowing hymns
accompanying the monks
a finch tweets in harmony
© Tournesol ’14
The Time Glass prompt today at Carpe Diem Valley Stream, is to use the haiku composed by your host AND the photo of a waterfall. It was tempting to complete this into a tan renga but he did mention a “solo” renga or a tanka. I could not help but notice the waterfall was a photo in Maui, Hawaii. When I saw the last line of our host, “the silence” I thought of birds singing being masked by the sounds of gurgling streams OR the roar of the waterfalls.
I wanted to include birds from Hawaii and liked the sounds of the honeycreepers such as ‘l’iwi , hearing several examples on Youtube. I wanted to add the name of a tree that these birds inhabit and fell upon the Ohia lehua tree. Well, that brought me to a legend and Carpe Diem is keen on legends and stories.
Legend explains the birth of the Ohia tree and its flower, the Lehua blossom. The legend is tied to the volcano goddess, Pele. This story explains that if you pluck this flower, it will rain on the same day (for a tragic reason).
The legend of the Ohia tree and the Lehua blossom
The legend says that one day Pele met a handsome warrior named Ohia and she asked him to marry her. Ohia, had already pledged his love to Lehua. Pele was furious so she turned Ohia into a twisted tree. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. So, they turned Lehua into a flower on the Ohia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together. So remember, Hawaiian folklore says that if you pluck this flower you are separating the lovers, and that day it will rain.
What a beautiful legend…so romantic too! Now to complete this prompt:
Our host wrote:
Gurgling valley stream
brings joy to the heart of Mother Nature –
Il Silenzio © Chèvrefeuille
Waterfalls
drown echoes of wildlife
ohia tree
‘l’iwi chirps a concert
sucking on a lehua
© Tournensol ’14
I’iwi honeycreeper sees off an Apapane
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
