The sun is smiling today. There is still an extra hour of bright colours before I am forced to retire to the gloom of old church dorms. I must hurry and not waste time in the narrows of my mind! It is time to capture what my heart might see some day…again. Oh to have lived among the life of such hints, once sparked my life.
The sky is bursting with bright aqua and the sun is so bright it dominates the clouds. Billows smile in her golden glow. Oh how I would love to be there some day and run through the fields with my lover. Hand in hand skipping like youngsters again. Oh, to be young again and soulfully alive.
It is a good harvest, I overheard a farmer say to the cook last week. And yes, I can see the wealth of wheat so much prettier in the fields; blow, blow wind! Run while you still can until we meet again in the grey pit of my breakfast bowl where only milk and brown sugar will turn you into a shade of mud.
feel nature’s pulse
golden wheat waltz
lilt of the wind
© Tournesol ’15
November Haibun #3
THE WALTZING WIND – Michiel Merkies – Piano Solos volume 1
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
I just love this, especially the haiku. Beautiful use of 1st person and how you weave in colors.
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Thank you, it was such a beautiful painting and it has a lot of history.
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what a little slice of a life you’ve created – super!
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Thanks so much, Candy, glad you enjoyed it!
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A lovely read, Cheryl-Lynn !!!!
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Thanks, Chris, it is a beautiful painting!
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Beautiful narration of goodness of wheat-fields to the eye as well as to the empty stomach at breakfast. Wonderful write Cheryl!
Hank
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Thanks so much, Hank. There is whimsical and practical. It`s how I feel looking at cornfields, I do love corn!
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I like how you pull it back to the cereal in your bowl.. if just a little of that could have a little of that wonderful wheat walz
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Thanks, Bjorn, I know it is a drastic change in the “beauty” as oatmeal or porridge are ugly but tasty;) thought it might be a bit funny too.
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Completely charming.
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Thank you, Misky.
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A gorgeous sunny excursion into the painting.
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Thanks, one does feel the sun and wind in this painting.
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So nice to see your words dance
again.. my friend.. truly the darkness
and pain i have lived in life
tales me without a doubt
that miracles are
real and in this
life with believe
just believe in
you anything
is possible
and can come
true.. if only
arms waving
as wheat of
dance in golden
fields and blue skies
of alive again always now
smiling and laughing as
human being shall
connecting
again..
with
light
of
Love..
Dance Light
moves Love
grains of us..:)
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What a lovely poem you have added here, thank you. This painting does uplift the soul
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Smiles.. Yes.. It does..:)!
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Your prose is so inviting and the Haiku seals it!
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Oh, I love that “seals it” ! a compliment for the haiku should add something different a little special too. Your comments are always so encouraging in my writing, thank you, again:)
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My pleasure!
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Oooh, I didn’t know it was in the private collection of Elizabeth Taylor – or had been – I assume you mean the actress?
A rich, ripe, bountiful harvest is heralded here in this poem which tickles my taste buds and addresses all my senses, in fact.
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Yes, I researched a bit what this church represented when Van Gogh painted this. Van Gogh actually voluntarily committed himself to this (church turned into an asylum) …so much history, I may search to read more on his life.
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Gorgeous post! Because it paints a place with words.
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Thanks Janice, I`ll leave the skilled artist use their brush and I`ll do my best with my pen:)
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If I were to re-write the poem I wrote for this prompt, it would sound something like this…a narrative of a third person who lives nearby..poor probably, who works, dreams, and lives and breaths the the sky and fields first hand. Beautiful.
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What a lovely interpretation…poor, sick, young or old, with that view, only beauty is seen 🙂
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”lilt of the wind” – well said!
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Thank you, I like that word too, seems to go well with a waltz:)
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Great job, particularly that last sentence 🙂
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That last sentence was fun…real can be fun sometimes. Thanks, Helen.
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Love the bright colors and positive energy radiating from your haibun ~ Also love that lilt of the wind ~
Thanks for linking up with Haibun Monday ~
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I am so happy Dverse has this prompt…love haibun writing.
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I enjoyed your delightful monologue…and the piano music!
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Thanks so much, Lynn, searched for music that sounds like wheat dancing 😉
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Yes! I thrill to see soybean fields wave and dance here in the summer.
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I like how you took us from the wind swept fields and sun-filled skies to your breakfast bowl. Yes, the whimsy was sweet!
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thanks so much for you lovely comment…I do enjoy hot oatmeal with brown sugar especially in the winter:)
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I especially like “Billows smile in her golden glow”…..and your haiku was exquisite.
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Thank you so much, I love it when readers enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.
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Love this .. you’ve sure set yourself an interesting goal, a haibun a day is no easy matter! Brava!
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Thanks cara…oh right, I am due for one today!
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Brilliant; I love it.
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Thank you!
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Lovely pieces to accompany a beautiful painting. Thanks also for the lovely music. —– Suzanne Joshi
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Thanks so much, Suzanne, for your kind words.
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