recalling summers (tan renga)

2016-05-272016-05-28 / Tournesol / 6 Comments

temple in the sky
the road opens
a slice of blue sea (Ubugu)

heat dances above the horizon
childhood memories come to mind (Chèvrefeuille)

What a beautiful hokku! Chèvrefeuille’s completion brings to mind fond memories of long ago. As a child she recalls lying on her back under the maple tree.

temple in the sky
the road opens
a slice of blue sea (Ubugu)

under the maple tree
winged shells tickle her face (Tournesol)

laying on her back
freshness on the cool grass
her summer bed

soft swirls on blue canvas
The Artist’s brush strokes

hum of the rowboat
midday reveries
gentle lullaby

sudden wakefulness
helicopter seeds

©Tournesol’16/05/27

Daily Moments ~ May 27 2016 midday siesta troibun

2016-05-272016-05-28 / Tournesol / Leave a comment

Strolling on a quiet street close to two in the afternoon, she is reminded of this special time in the day when her children were little. When they were babies they were napping and as toddlers, they were told it was quiet time and they would play quietly in their rooms for an hour. Sometimes they would read and fall asleep. There was often resistance but she knew they needed time to refuel. Their crankiness was a sure sign of a welcoming rest.
She walked passed a row of trees along the railway tracks in front of the houses. Humming sounds of city traffic further away and one particular tree seemed to have some commotion going on.

cacophonic peeps
leaves flutter to sopranos
cicadas trill

cacophonic peeps
maternal chirps prevail
midday siesta

leaves flutter to sopranos
hatchlings’ rehearsal
children’s choir

cicadas trill
sun’s burning rays
dog in the shade

life’s too short (haibun)

2016-05-27 / Tournesol / 5 Comments

Sometimes it is best not to know what some people think about you especially if it will only break your heart. It is so much easier seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses even if there is suffering in the world, why not let the good outweigh the bad?

Happy-go-lucky
ignorant of any misgivings
joyous to a fault

Three Word Wednesday: Happy-go-lucky, ignorant. joyous

le coup de foudre (haiga)

2016-05-262018-07-24 / Tournesol / 4 Comments

Postcard from Chris at TheMuscleheaded Blog – Artist: Chéri Hérouard

ému par sa force
cœur fébrile
soupir d’abandon

©Tournesol’16

This retro postcard I saw at The Muscleheaded Blog inspired me…thanks, Chris. This could have been my maternal grandparents after WWI in a town near Montréal, Gervaise regard dans les yeux de son bien aimé, Elphège.

Daily Moments ~ apple blossoms (haiga)

2016-05-26 / Tournesol / 4 Comments

May’s finale
communing with orchards
budding performance

©Tournesol’16

Daily Moments – May 26 2016

Photo Credits: Oli G’16, Rougemont, Qc.

mind games (Solo no renga)

2016-05-26 / Tournesol / Leave a comment

solo no renga

mind games people play
faced with charades now and then
call it what it is

some are kind and genuine
others play their fake persona

life’s too short
don’t waste time with forgeries
just be real

I love, I am prepared – Latifa Prayer (haibun)

2016-05-262016-05-26 / Tournesol / 2 Comments

Loving comes so easy, she thinks of her children and grandchildren. As much as it is easy to forgive someone you love, it is not so easy to forgive oneself. That is still a work in progress. Once she has mastered forgiving herself she will be on the path of self-love. The greatest love of all is to love self as we are made in the image and likeness of Our Creator. When self-love is achieved, then, she will be prepared.

caterpillar
meditates on a branch
butterfly dreams

bedtime snack (haiku)

2016-05-26 / Tournesol / 2 Comments

suckling sweet nectar
enters autumn like a snail –
bees and butterflies

Better late than never…I don’t reread my old posts, so trying to find one of my best haiku was not an easy feat. But I do remember enjoying writing my haiga last September during 30 Days of Haiga. Here is a haiga I chose because it is a moment I treasure, seeing butterlies and blossoms late in the season…in autumn.

here is my rewrite:

bees and butterflies
refusing to retire
sweet bedtime snack

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie