Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, tanka

last embrace (tanka)

[…] “These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.” […] Pedro Calderon de la Barca.

new dawn
in its splendour
fading light hurries life
nighttime’s last embrace

(c) Tournesol’16

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, tanka, Video

summer rain (tanka)



[…] “Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” […] Langston Hughes

[…] “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” […] Buddha


august heatwave
rain caresses her body
barely refreshed,
dives in the water,
skinny-dipped relief


Summer Rain – Johnny Rivers

Posted in Haibun, Haiku

Pink moon (haibun)

last night the sky bled
the moon blushed

He met her at the station. She ran into his arms as soon as she spotted him in the crowd. Breathless, she leaned against his chest, feeling his heart beat. He lifted her face with his hand gently under her chin …

lips locked
under the pink moon
her cheeks flushed


Daily moments – pink moon 

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Daily moments, Haiku, Photography, Troiku

even heaven bleeds (troiku)

[…] “On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.” […]Jules Renard (1864-1910)


blazing sunset
makesthe sky bleed
holds me in awe

blazing sunset
caught my eye
tripped on a pebble

makes the sky bleed
not a sound is heard
silent seagulls gaze

holds me in awe
seized in rapture
a long moment

(c) Tournesol’16-08-22

Daily moments August 22 2016

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Haibun, Haiku, Tournesol dans un jardin

sipping nectar (haibun)

[…] “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” […]Hellen Keller


Today on her way to work, she noticed a bumble bee moving ever slightly on the blossom of a black eyed Susan. She hesitated a moment as she would have loved to take a photo but then she walked on thinking a photograph would not even come close to the image she was savouring in her mind.

with passion embrace
savouring sweet nectar
bumble bee hums


Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, haiga, Haiku, Photography

last performance (haiga)

Our host, Chèvrefeuille says,  “Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion. Seasons come and go, the moon changes every 28 days and so on, the only thing which is steady and without clear motion is our sun, that big star of our Milky Way around which the planets are rotating.”

Here is an example of what I call an “undou” haiku:

old pond
frog jumps in
sound of water

© Basho (1644-1694) (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)”


apple blossom falls
scattered by the late spring breeze
apple blossom falls

© Chèvrefeuille




sunset at Port Burwell


gulls bow in reverence
day’s end performance
clapping of the waves


Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Photography, Troiku

autumn of life (troiku)

[…] “Last evening I was looking out from my balcony and saw a sparrow perch on a branch. All of a sudden, with a quick jerk, she ruffles her feathers and spreads out her wings – her bodyline on an upward curve, about to take off.” […] Kala Ramesh

fallen leaf

clouds make way
end of a long quest
heaven opens up

clouds make way
sparrow takes flight
first fallen leaf

end of a long quest
scent of Givenchy
still lingers

heaven opens up
scent of Givenchy
an angel awaits

©Tournesol <16/08/19

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Haibun, tanka

sweet sprinkles (haibun)

[…] “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” […] Rumi

There is no question the love she has for her children and their children; they are from her, a part of her extending into the future. And as she is like a daisy with each petal depicts the multiplicity of her personality, hence, several petals group together forming another passion…her love of reaching out to those in need.

pain bleeds
late in the night – and then,
gentle sigh of relief
sweetens the night air
voice of comfort


Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Haiku, jisei, Photography

new dawn (haiku)

Chèvrefeuille wrote this for inspiration at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
“Maybe you know that a lot of haiku poets wrote their Jisei and Werner shared Jane’s last haiku with me through the mail. This was Jane’s last haiku, her Jisei:

with the moon
night too disappears
into the ocean

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

Share your memories and your haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form about Jane Reichhold with us all. Please remember Jane in your heart and let her spirit inspire you.

morning dew
evaporates at sunrise
a skylark’s song

© Chèvrefeuille

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

as the sun dips
beneath the horizon,
dawns the other side


Posted in Haiku, Troiku

bedtime stories (troiku)


giggles from the sand
afterglow of impish smiles
timeless memories

giggles from the sand
naivety breeds total trust
signs of timeless youth

afterglow of impish smiles
pure and innocent
after their first time

timeless memories
adults’ bedtime stories
on lonely nights

© Tournesol’16/08/16

Haiku Horizons “sign”

Posted in Daily moments, Haibun, Haiku

Daily Moments August 16 – grey skies (haibun)

Waking up to grey skies, she cannot help but feel there is more to this day then this muted sky. No, definitely, she feels it. Her feline friend does too. Something tangible is felt in the atmosphere she knows will transpire soon…

morning skies
relief is on the way
melancholy haze

(c) Tournesol’16-08-16

Posted in Photography, Video

Une mère par Linda Lemay

The prompt this week at Song Lyric Sunday Theme   is to Post a song about missing someone you love.  Let’s let them know how much we miss them and can’t wait to see them again.  In this post, I will never see this person again in this lifetime but hopefully, she will be greeting me when my time comes.  I did not translate the lyrics…Linday Lemay is a Québecois singer-songwriter who writes songs about life, day to day events, family and so much more.  If you want to get a taste of of the song, you can cut and paste it and translate it on Google Translate. It gives a rather fair to good translation.

This song starts with a mother coming home with her baby all the way  to   the end of her life.  It is very moving!



Une mère
Ça travaille à temps plein, ça dort un œil ouvert
C’est d’garde comme un chien
Ça court au moindre petit bruit, ça s’lève au petit jour
Ça fait des petites nuits.
C’est vrai, ça crève de fatigue
Ça danse à tout jamais une éternelle gigue
Ça reste auprès de sa couvée
Au prix de sa jeunesse, au prix de sa beauté.

Une mère,
Ça fait ce que ça peut, ça ne peut pas tout faire,
Mais ça fait de son mieux.
Une mère,
Ça calme des chamailles
Ça peigne d’autres cheveux que sa propre broussaille

Une mère,
C’est plus com’ le autres filles
Ça oublie d’être fière

Ça vit pour sa famille
Une mère,
Ça se confine au bercail
C’est pris comme un noyau
dans le fruit de ses entrailles

Une mère,
C’est là qu’ça nous protège
Avec les yeux pleins d’eau, les cheveux pleins de neige
Une mère,
A un moment, ça s’courbe, ça grince quand ça s’penche
Ça n’en peut plus d’être lourde
Ça tombe, ça se brise une hanche
Puis rapidement, ça sombre
C’est son dernier dimanche
Ça pleure et ça fond à vue d’oeil
Ça atteint la maigreur des plus petits cercueils
O bien sûr, ça veut revoir ensemble
toute sa progéniture entassée dans sa chambre
Et ça fait semblant d’être encore forte
Jusqu’à c’que son cadet ait bien r’fermé la porte
Et lorsque, tout’ seule ça se retrouve
Ça attend dignement qu’le firmament s’entr’ouvre
Et puis là , ça se donne le droit
De fermer pour une fois les deux yeux à la fois

Une mère ça ne devrait pas partir
Mais on n’y peut rien faire
Mais on n’y peut rien dire.

En savoir plus sur http://www.paroles.net/lynda-lemay/paroles-une-mere#OE1VbtBD6BUmO1TG.99

Click on Google Translate for an idea what this beautiful song says

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Daily moments, Haiku, troibun, Troiku

In memory of Jane Reichhold – Aug. 7/16 (troibun)

© Clr '16
© Clr ’16

Walking home with her grandson after a wonderful day in the city,  she could not help but admire the sky. Once, her grandson was sound asleep, she read about the sad news…such a loss in the world of haiku. And then, she understood the mysteries of the sky tonight.

dash of white clouds
stand out
in the night sky

dash of white clouds
splash of goodness
wings of an angel

stand out
seventeen syllables
more or less

in the night sky
greets an angel with a smile
crescent moon

© Tournesol’16-08-07

And then she read this beautiful haiku  posted  by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, after she had written the above troiku.

without lights
the brightness of a blue sky
full of stars © Jane Reichhold

a star
stands outs tonight
for eternity

© Tournesol’16-08-07

shamanic journey
a red dragonfly comes
to guide the canoe © Jane Reichhold

new beginnings
only spirits see the path
still, unknown to us

© Tournesol’16-08-07

In memory of an artist, teacher and poet, Jane Reichhold.

Chèvrefeuille – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Haiku, Photography, Troiku

all my children (troiku)

Inspiration today is “sunshine”

“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” Hans Christian Andersen

© ClRoberts’16


daisies kiss the sun
in the wind, sunflowers sway
sunshine of my heart

daisies kiss the sun
open fields
of wildflowers

in the wind, sunflowers sway
mind the rhythm
my heart beats

sunshine of my heart
Mother Nature’s offspring
– all my children

© Tournesol’16

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Troiku

fairies of the night (Troiku)

We are to write a haiku about fairies inspired by this photo:

Mysterious Nature


enchanted forest
charming ditties echo
fairies of the night

enchanted forest
fireflies misconstrued
incantations float

charming ditties echo
mesmerizing tales of yore
sequined lyrics glow

fairies of the night
lustrous ballets through the night
vanish all at dawn

© Tournesol’16

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Daily moments, Haiku, Photography, Troiku

retrouvaille (troiku)

(c) Clr’16

aimless stroll
life without meaning
‘til the sky sang

aimless stroll
going through the motions
searching in a daze

life without meaning
empty and dark
body without soul

‘til the sky sang
to eternity

(c) Tournesol’16

At one with Nature CDHK

Daily Moments July 31 2016  Retrouvaille (troiku)

Posted in Haibun, Photography, tanka

art is relative (haibun)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder just as finding beauty in any kind of creative art. I don’t know why but this prompt “art” makes me thing of garbage day in the suburbs. Whenever you want to get rid of something that is still in fairly good condition, you usually put it to the curb a day or two before garbage day. I got rid of two sewing machines that way, a television and furniture. Within a few hours I saw cars or pick-up trucks collecting my wares. Someone’s trash can be another’s treasure and that is what makes me find the relation between art and trash.

I remember when I was a teenager and lived at our grandmother’s house. My sister and my bedroom was the furnace room in the basement. There was a small old bookshelf and I decided to paint it psychedelic style. Yep, I made it look like trash but at the time I thought it was art. Boy, was my grandmother EVER patient and tolerant to endure that piece of crap in our bedroom. But then again, she did not intrude in our little sanctuary too much. We were so blessed and never truly realized that gift at the time.

Look at young children who draw us their first pictures. Okay, okay, your heart is probably melting thinking of that first drawing. But honestly we actually had to ask our child what they saw in it because, let’s face it, we had not clue. But our hearts were all gooey and warm and filled with so much love, right?
Writing is an art as well as most of you who are reading may agree. Well, heck, of course it is!! When I started blogging I am pretty sure I did not create art but with encouragement and my love of the written word, I got a tiny bit better every day. I can’t draw or paint as I would love to but I have accepted to paint my world with words in poetry and especially in my waka (Japanese forms of poetry)


lazy afternoon
ending with a slow dive
in the distance
heart swells with such joy
magenta skies and mauve clouds

(c) Tournesol’16

Stream of Conciousnes SoCS “art” at LindaGHill

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Daily moments, haiga, Haiku, Photography, Troiku

pure surrender (troiku – haiga)


enticing tansies
I grin at their pompous air
honey bees surrender

enticing tansies
along my stroll through the brush
catch my attention

I grin at their pompous air
each yellow blossom
flighty pom-poms

pure surrender
sipping the sweetness
of nectar



Daily Moments July 29 2016 Pure surrender (troiku)

At One With Nature – CDHK

Posted in Haiku, Troiku, Tuesday at Ten

risk free life (troiku)

The prompt at Tuesday at Ten is “risk” this week and I decided I would write a troiku to share what a life without risk can be like:

life without risks
going through the motions
never dreaming

life without risks
is like beiges and egg shell
lacking bright colours

going through the motions
not living with your senses
more like a robot

never dreaming
keeps life safe and boring – lacks,

(c) Tournesol’16

The troiku is a special form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Posted in Photography, tanka, The Secret Keeper

young love (tanka)

(c) Clr’16


running through puddles
midsummer rain
laughing like young children
hands her a scented flower
raindrops on rose blushed petals

(c) Tournesol’16

Secret Keeper Prompts 5 words: YOUNG RAIN LAUGH ROSE HAND 

Feeling a bit constrained to keep those 5 words in my poem, here are two other poems inspired by this flower:


splashing in puddles
feel so alive and young
laughing at life
hands her a gem flecked flower
curve of her rose tinted lips


raindrops on petals
midsummer rain
nature’s perfect gems


Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu, haiga, Haiku, Photography

sides of solitude (haiga )

Our host, Chèvrefeuille, asks us to write a haiku where the “spiritual way” is included. Here are two of our host’s:

strong hands praying
at the corner of the street –
God be with you   © Chèvrefeuille

deep silence
only whispered prayers –
the scent of incense    © Chèvrefeuille



streetcar haiga

a crowded streetcar
a stranger’s breath on my neck
still – I’m all alone

© Tournesol’16

empty park

playground at dusk
children safely tucked in
giggles still linger


CDHK “spiritual ways”

Posted in tanka, Video

Music moves the soul (tanka)

Heart wants to burst
feeling the long lost love
until the song ends
daydreaming happy endings
lips start to curl

Lyrics for The Man Who Can’t Be Moved By The Script
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don’t understand,
I’m not, broke I’m just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
Policeman says son you can’t stay here,
I said there’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
People talk about the guy
Who’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world
And maybe I’ll get famous as man who can’t be moved,
And maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news,
And you’ll come running to the corner
‘Cause you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I’m not gonna move.
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.


summer fun (haiku)

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


the cypress tree & I
lean into the wind. © Patricia Donegan

sailboat hastens
tall white sail tautens
wind at her back



Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Chèvrefeuille's Troiku from CarpeDiemHaikuKai, Haiku, Troiku

tango of love (troiku)

bodies melt
yellow rose in her hair
tango of love

bodies melt
sowing their roots
forming one

yellow rose in her hair

tango of love
fruitful foreplay

© Tournesol’16-07-24

Our host inspires us on the Gorse Tree (bush) and to learn more, read it at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

The Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem

Posted in CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, Chèvrefeuille's Troiku from CarpeDiemHaikuKai, Daily moments, haiga, Haiku, Troiku

bonding in the moonlight ( Troiku)


under the moonlight
savouring last call

under the moonlight
melancholy moment
– just a hint

two sisters
bonds stronger than steel
but, for their master

savouring last call
hoping for one last treat
‘til sleep takes over

©Tournesol’16 – 07- 25

Daily Moments – July 25 2016  cherished moments  Troiku and Haiga

Two Second at Ten, Prompt “strong”

The Troiku is a new form of Haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.


final gifts (haiku)

Chèvrefeuille challenges us at Carpe Diem withTheme Week (5) (5) The Fifth and Sixth Ray  as our inspiration:
Hilarion, Chohan of the fifth Ray, the Green Ray, the Ray of Truth and The Chohan of the Sixth Ray is Lady Nada, the Sixth Ray is the Pink Ray of Peace.

pure of heart
emulating deeds
seeking truth

seeking truth
everlasting peace
death’s reward

(c) Tournesol’16

Posted in Haibun, Photography, tanka

Daily Moments July 21 2016 off to the country

Photo: Cheryl-Lynn 2013
Photo: Cheryl-Lynn 2013

Preparing for a five-day visit away, she fills bowls of water and dishes of kibble around the kitchen and living room; fans are placed strategically to have a nice breeze throughout the area.

off to the country
golden and shepherd await
feline left behind
meowing and nuzzling
reaping those last strokes


© Clr '14
© Clr ’16  Bette

Daily Moments July 21 2016 off to the country

Posted in Daily moments, Haibun, Haiku, Tournesol dans un jardin

Daily Moments July 20 2016 river flows (Haibun)

Riding on the bus home late tonight she looked out the window and felt a surge of wellbeing.

river in the night
black ink scrolls
scribes to the full moon
letters of gold hues
moonbeams of happenstance

(c) Tournesol’16-07-20

Daily Moments July 20 2016 river flows

Posted in Haibun, haiga, Haiku, Photography

sunrise in the East (haibun)Photo ©Arianne & Sebastien

This photo was taken by a friend and former colleague who is travelling with her partner on a cycling tour  in South-East Asia. Arianne and Sebastien are very generous in sharing some of their experiences and sights along the way at Tandem en Cavale on Facebook.

Being a sucker for sunrises and sunsets, I had to write something to one of their stunning photos.

arianne gravel kawah ljen July 16

Sunrise at Kawah Ijen, July 10, 2016.

all your hopes
in the dawning mist

© Tournesol’16/07/15

Posted in Tournesol dans un jardin

Review: Haiku Rhapsodies by Celestine Nudanu

A stunning review of Celestine’s book of poetry “Haiku Rhapsodies”

Reading Pleasure


I do not know if it is ok for me to publish on my blog a review of my haiku collection, Haiku Rhapsodies, by a fellow blogger in Ghana, Paapa Kwesi Amerado. Mind you, Paapa and I have never met face to face though we visit each other’s blog and live just four hours apart. We do communicate also on FB. And I must add that his copy of HR is a verified purchase.🙂 As I was saying Paapa wrote this review and sent it to my mail and after reading it, I fell in love with it. Oh yes and I said ‘ah, Cestone, why don’t you post this on your blog?’ Does it sound right? Well, I must market my book, must I not?🙂

Title: Haiku Rhapsodies
Author: Celestine Nudanu
Binding: Paperback
Genre: Poetry (Haiku)
Publisher: Celestine Nudanu (Self Publishing) Ghana
Pages: 84
Publication Date: 

View original post 695 more words