My blue butterfly – Happy Birthday



Here is a poem AC gave the family for Easter when she was in kindergarten. On the card it reads, “Retold by AC”

The air is like a butterfly
with frail blue wings
the happy earth looks at the sky
and sings

Today, I sit and think of her with loving thoughts. It is her birthday today, on August 31st …my baby is no longer a baby but a blue butterfly that sings…

baby girl born
filled with innocence
air so pure

baby girl born
always a baby in eyes
of a mother

filled with innocence
shedding day by day
butterfly wings

air so pure
like the sound of her voice
when she sings


life’s goodies
filled with spice – and,
everything nice

to my daughter, my blue butterfly,

Happy Birthday

with love,



© Clr'15

© Clr’15

blossoming courtyard (troiku)

[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron

© Ari Gravel at Tandem en Cavale’16  – cycle tour through south Asia

sun gently peers
yawning gardens stir
from a dim skyline

sun gently peers
emerging day

 yawning gardens stir
waiting with bated breath
burgeoning rosette

from a dim skyline
sunbeams kissing blossoms
wowing the courtyard

©Tournesol ’16

Prompts: Haiku Horizons & Care Diem Haiku Hai

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

sunset bliss (troiku)

[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron

© Clr '16

© Clr ’16

sundown getaway
silently savouring
nature’s last act

sundown getaway
tranquil escape

silently savouring
guiltless greed
heavenly bliss

nature’s last act
rooftop view
exit the sun


searching your path(troibun)

When I see the word “climb”the image of Maria (Julie Andrews) comes to mind and I hear the finale of The Sound of Music,  “Climb Every Mountain”. In life, we are presented many mounds and foothills to surmount…some seeming too difficult to climb. Some do not always see the different paths to get to the top; others do not realize they don’t have to do it all alone…


[…] “Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. ” […] Theodore Roethke

child looks wide-eyed
yet – time moves at a snail’s pace
eyelids beckon

child looks wide-eyed
mound of sand with tiny holes
tiny critters climb

yet-  time moves at a snail’s pace
despite grappling wit
millimetre steps

eyelids weigh
resolutely reach the top
misses finale

(c) Tournesol’16

Haiku Horizons “climb”

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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: 

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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

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