now it reveals its hidden side
and now the other—thus it falls,
an autumn leaf © Ryokan Taigu
spilling a faint light
easing safer passage
©Tournesol’17/05/16
The “hokku” we had to use today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, is Ryokan’s Jisei (death-poem):
ura wo mise omote wo misete chirua momiji
now it reveals its hidden side
and now the other—thus it falls,
an autumn leaf
© Ryokan Taigu
©Clr’17/05/14 Mother’s Day ’17
Spring is really here, she thinks as she walks along the boulevard. Finally, lawns are brightening from last season’s slumber. Dandelions are starting to poke their heads here and there, a sure sign of warmer times to come. Such a treat to walk outside in lighter clothes, no longer the weight of winter coats and fur lined boots, she ponders as she sneezes and wipes her teary eyes.
scents
tickling her nose
fresh cut grass
scents
warming her heart
roses for Mother
tickling her nose
along the roadside
dandelions giggle
fresh cut grass
summer in the horizon –
grating lawn mowers
©Tournesol’17/05/15
©Clr”17
A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where you will see daily meme for waka.
Written for Haiku Horizons: Road & my
©Clr’17/05/15 Lake Ontario
lakeside stroll
ripples’ soft refrain
wild flowers sing
washing the road with hope
springtime revival
©Tournesol’17/05/15
Flowers are lovely gifts and some are fragrant and sweet. Treated to a brunch or dinner is nice too. If the weather stays mild, BBQ’s are the rage for many families as well. But deep down all I need to really hear is, “I love you, Mom.” This is a set of words in any language, that goes straight to the heart.
So, you know those commercials that tug at your heartstrings…and the hallmark cards that seem to say it better than you…don’t worry…they don’t say it better! Just those four little words are more than you know and poetry to the ears of any mother…trust me.
This is a weekend, ever since I can remember, I would use the English language and try to share my thoughts and feelings that filled my heart. This was a time I may have rhymed a line or two but mostly, I’d tell her how much she is important to me.
Time to visit her new home and set some flowers and say a few words. Tell her how much she is missed and in my thoughts every single day.
I am thankful for the love she swaddled me in as an infant. I am grateful she looked at me and saw only beauty and success. How could I not succeed in life with such confidence in me, she mirrored each and every day?!
I’m so happy she was there every step of the way even when I had my babies. She taught me how to bathe them and gave me permission to be a tigress and hold them as long as they needed me and showed me that was true mothering and loving, not spoiling at all.
I’m glad my children were blessed with the greatest Nanny on earth, who made them laugh and kissed their bobos too.
I still remember one Mother’s Day morning being served a sweet breakfast of (uncooked) chocolate pudding and I’ve never managed to make anything quite as delicious.
So maybe this weekend I will look at old movies and play old tunes that she loved so much…definitely, sounds like a plan for the weekend.
missing you
today and tomorrow
‘til we meet again
sliding down a rainbow – or,
swinging on a brilliant star
Until then, keep visiting me as a blue butterfly; keep making signals on my mobile phone, tickle me in my ear or visit me in my dreams.
©Tournesol’17/05/12
Daily Moments – May 13, 2017 – Mother’s Day (haibun)
Written for Mother’s Day AND LindaGHill’s Friday reminder and prompt for SoCS May 13, 2017: Language
©Clr’17/05/12
Awakening to the bright sunshine allowed her to take this to mean it would be a hopeful day. Finally a pleasant spring day in May, compared to the cool damp day the days before.
sun shining
belated sprouts triumph
luminosity
sun shining
glowing
with good intentions
belated sprouts triumph
respecting delicate ties
reborn again
luminosity
building strength
weathering storms
As she walked out the door to catch her bus, the sky was overcast. Slightly disappointed, she sighed and checked her mailbox and a glow of sunshine reappeared.
avid reader smiles
a poet, writer…
long distance friend
turning to the first page
she takes a deep breath
Whispering the first line… “Don’t forget to breathe”. BLUR, by Sreejit Poole, 2016
©Tournesol;’17/05/12
Blur by Sreejit Poole, 2016 – Amazon – Canada – Amazon – USA
Sreejit Poole is also a poet and blogger you can visit at TheSeekersDungeon
Daily Moments -May 12, 2017 – blessed days (Troibun)
fresh fallen snow
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
more yellowish
(C) Chèvrefeuille
fresh fallen snow
angel dust on eyelashes
child squeals with delight
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
mindful of a season’s end
sunny smile will fade
more yellowish
autumn whispers au revoir
on a white backdrop
©Tournesol’17/05/11
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
first autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.
© Murakami Kijo
hesitantly whispers
Who are you?
©Tournesol’17/05/10
silent steps –
one more candle illuminates
the old chapel
© Ese
soft clicking of high heels
echo from nowhere
©Tournesol’147/05/10
morning breeze
coming in the window
surf sounds
(C) Jane Reichhold
daybreak ritual
a cardinal sings
©Tournesol’17/05/10
(troiku)
Life’s a masquerade
springtime’s new chapter
temporary ruse
life’s a masquerade
dressed in floral camouflage
pink pedal pushers
springtime’s new chapter
arousing and illicit
scent of fresh ink
temporary ruse
despite its transience
forever memoirs
©Tournesol’17/05/09
Daily Moments May 9 2017
Tournesol dans un Jardin 