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lovers’ serenade (Soliloquy no Renga)

Celebrating the Summer Solstice




at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille

whistling love’s refrain
lovers by the sea

barefoot interlude
under strawberry moon
wanting lips

rhythm of rolling waves
lovers’ serenade

undying love
whispered all night long

gulls rudely interrupt
mock untried liaisons

eyes look down,
tender – your lips
upon blushed cheeks


moonbeams on golden locks
shine midsummer’s dream

© Tournesol ’16/01/09

enchanted evening (tanka)

waiting for her prince
some enchanted evening
a lovers’ meeting
years of tears shall never cease
accepts this fairy tale is true

© Tournesol’16/01/09

Looking at this prompt at The Secret Keeper, this Saturday morning, watching a romantic (cheesy) movie my muse got caught up with this poem.

 (5) Words: | WAIT | MEET | TEAR | ACCEPT | CEASE |

Daily Moments Jan 7 2016 (Shame on you! -haibun)

Does greed alone rule the world? Must one make money on the sufferings of others?  This is not a statement about being politically correct…no indeed!  It is a cry of frustration and disappointment that, yet again, the greedy vulturesw takes over common sense, compassion and savoir vivre.

Screen shot -sold at Amazon
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shame on you
worst kind of selfish vultures
make a fast buck
no concern for those hurting
seeking only their own gain

© Tournesol ‘16/01/07

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Happy New Year (haibun – daily moments – haiga)

© Clr '16
© Clr ’16

Happy New Year !  I sit here, thinking of the possibilities of this year and hope I can fill at least a tiny part of these inspired opportunities I do have.

We are well into three hours of 2016 and I am high on life, my beliefs and my hopes.  I just finished watching Patch Adams and Robin Williams made me laugh out loud and weep with happiness at the compassion he shows to patients.  The only bad words in the entire movie for me was “transference” and “class above patients”.  Yes, well, this movie just confirmed what I have felt, lived and believed most of my career in the helping profession.  Oh, I know I am not a medical expert but the message in this film goes beyond that.   I am not an expert, people who come  for support are the experts and I simply try to help them recognize that.

This film renewed my faith in my goal in life. To strive for compassion even when things look bleak for me, to not judge, and to expect nothing more than a will to try to to remember the times I have been low on life and simply show empathy.  We’ve all been there.    Sometimes the only thing we can say is, “Man that sucks! I’m sorry you are going through that.”

I don’t believe in making a list of resolutions for the New Year because that just leads to causing stress and fear of not succeeding. The only resolve I do want to carry over every year is to strive to be the best person I can be, forgive myself when I slip up and keep my heart open at all times even if it hurts sometimes.  The benefits are worth the pain.

This past year was a year of healing and I don’t think I would have managed as well (with my sanity) without your support and encouragement. Bless you and thank you.

Writing here in this amazing community at WordPress has enabled me to grow in my writing…I have learned through your comments and through your creative gems you have shared here.

Onward to 2016 with as much inspiration and soulful promise in writing and sharing.


a brand new year
fresh snow glistens
snowflake on my cheek

© Tournesol ’16/01/01

flawless (haibun)

Looking out the window, she takes note at this part of winter she enjoys so much. Sitting comfortably in the warmth of her home, her furry friend sits by her side, content her mistress is home today.

She sees a car drive by covered in snow and only a small circle in the windshield brushed off to see. She sighs. She had strict rules about driving in winter and always took extra time to scrap the snow off all the windows of her car. “One less thing to worry about, now” she thought to herself, since she no longer had a car. No more stressing to get anywhere that public transit or a taxi couldn`t do just as well and safely.

white downy snow
flawless –
adorns the land

© Tournesol ’15/12/29

The Secret Keeper Prompt: PART | STONE | FLAW | STRICT | NOTE |

merveille d’hiver/winter wonderland (Daily Moments – Haibun)

(c) Clr'15
(c) Clr’15

La luminosité des étoiles ainsi une pleine lune livrent une magie la nuit de Noël. Cette merveille compensa l’absence de neige. Le grondement du chasse-neige sur le pavé dégagea un son acceuillant.  En regardant par la fenêtre, ce sens de l’émerveillement enfantin la baigna.

pelouse vêtu en blanc
conifères parsemé de neige
les merveilles d’hiver

(c) Clr'15
(c) Clr’15

A clear night under shimmering stars and full moon added Christmas magic. It almost compensated for no snow. Early morning groan of the mega snow plow scraping pavement was a welcome sound. Looking out the window, that childlike sense of wonder washed all over her.

white covered lawns
snow sprinkled evergreens
winter wonderland

(c) Tournesol’15

December 27’15 Daily Moments


shy beginnings (haibun – troiku)

Sometimes, life doesn’t seem fair when one looks solely as one struggles through the muck of life, taking longer to reach any light of day. And yet, those who struggle most, seem to have been offered multiple opportunities, various paths to take, to finally reach the summit…light in all its essence.

shy beginnings
lateral search in quagmire
seeking light

shy beginnings
forsakes opportunities
silent promises

lateral search in quagmire
darkness impedes the search
until one looks up

seeking light
springing from the darkest roots
a lotus blossoms

© Tournesol’15/12/24

Daily Moments December 24 2015

Seven days before Christmas

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

Seven days before Christmas #1 “fresh snow”

downy coverlet
swaddling nature’s crib
glistens in the night

Seven days before Christmas #2 “silent Night

eyelids quiver
toss and turn ’til morning
dreaming of reindeer
singing in the night
herald the newborn King
Silent Night

Seven days before Christmas #3 “decorations

popcorn garlands
cinnamon and eggnog
Christmas long ago
scent of pine cones
tinsel and candy canes
holiday’s  hope chest

Seven Days Before Christmas 2015 #4 presents

As young children, they started their list after Halloween. Mother would eavesdrop on their conversations of hopes and wishes. Watching her children stare at toy commercials, she’d revise the list over and over. Finally they posted each their list on the fridge door, checking it every day trying not to pout and do everything right.

On Christmas Eve, they set a plate of carrots and lettuce for Santa’s reindeer by the patio door and cookies for Santa with a glass a milk. The night before Christmas, they were tucked in early, promising to not get up even if they heard bells jingle, thumping in the living room or any long baritone mirth. The rule was to wait after the sun was up and tip toe carefully in the living room, if there was a late delivery. If they even saw a shadow of a burly man in a red suit, they were to dash back into their beds under the covers.

Since excitement made them rise early,  the children were given permission to look at their Christmas stockings but wait for Mommy and Daddy before opening any other presents Santa  left under the tree.

candy canes and mints
children’s Christmas kisses
sweetest treats

Mother would wake up, lying in bed and smile, listening to the children whispering exclamations on their new finds; then they’d tiptoe in the bedroom wishing their parents a Merry Christmas and pleading to get up so they could open their presents.

gift of love
open hearts, compassion reigns
the newborn King

Seven days before Christmas #5 Peace


heavenly feast
at the altar
midnight mass

heavenly feast
fills each soul with grace
fit for a King

at the altar
nativity scene glows
babe in a manger

midnight mass
children’s choir sing with joy
divine child is born

© Tournesol ’15-12-23

Il est né le divin enfant (heavenly child is born)

Chorus: Il est ne, le divin Enfant, Jouez, hautbois, resonnez, musettes; Il est ne, le divin Enfant; Chantons tous son avenement!

1. Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous le promettaient les Prophetes;
Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous attendions cet heureux temps. Chorus

2. Ah! qu’il est beau, qu’il est charmant,
Que ses graces sont parfaites!
Ah! qu’il est beau, qu’il est charmant,
Qu’il est doux le divin Enfant! Chorus

3. Une etable est son logement,
Un peu de paille, sa couchette,
Une etable est son logement,
Pour un Dieu, quel abaissement! Chorus

4. O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Tout petit enfant que vous etes,
O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Regnez sur nous entierement! Chorus


Refrain He is born, the Heav’nly Child, Oboes play; set bagpipes sounding He is born, the Heav’nly Child. Let all sing his nativity.

1. ‘Tis four thousand years and more,
Prophets have foretold His coming,
‘Tis four thousand years and more,
Have we waited this happy hour. Refrain

2. Ah, how lovely, Ah, how fair,
What perfection is his graces,
Ah, how lovely, Ah, how fair.
Child divine, so gentle there. Refrain

3. In a stable lodged is he,
Straw is all he has for cradle.
In a stable lodged is he,
Oh how great humility! Refrain

4. Jesus Lord, O King with power,
Though a little babe you come here,
Jesus Lord, O King with power,
Rule o’er us from this glad hour. Refrain

(source : http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas….)

More haiku on Peace

peace of mind
snow covered highways
last guests – home safe

last guest – home safe
bearing gift of mirth
contented souls

rain slick highways
cloud mists from the sky
showering peace

Seven days before Christmas #6 Mistletoe

Her parents had given her that first record player. It looked like an old portable typewriter case. How she loved it, carrying it over to her friends for sleepovers. She remembers her godmother giving her the single record, by Teresa Brewer. She played it so often, it skipped.

under the mistletoe
a smile is planted on her lips,
dreams of her first kiss

© Tournesol ‘15/12/23


Seven days before Christmas #7 “Meditation”

Christmas Eve (haibun)

Something nudged me so early in the morning. It was pitch black outside and my mind was in a fog.  I looked at the time and wondered why I was so wide awake at 5:45 am, since I’d been sleeping barely three hours. Well now, I thought, lying in bed trying to get back to my dream that was a bit of a mystery. Lots of running around like cat and mouse. Must be the detective flics I had been watching on Law & Order again.  But sleep would not greet me and I realized then, it must be the spirit that was excited like a child. Things to do still on this Christmas Eve morning.

A bit of shopping and cooking today and Christmas dinner tomorrow with the most important people in my life, my children and grandchildren.  Then I will be working a night shift at midnight; our manager invited us all to come in to work in our PJ’s…yes, that is another item I need to pick up…something funny and outrageous!

When I think about it,  a whole 24 hours will be spent in love and compassion…the first half with my children  and the second half,at our youth line with amazing caring colleagues.

It’s a privilege for me to take those calls…a window opens on holidays like this where I get to enter the world of other families who, for some, may be struggling this holiday season. Many youths wishing the two weeks off were over already so they can get some sense of normalcy in school with their friends.  Time off can be entering a festive time, family and friends celebrating, holiday cheer; it can also be walking on a mine field trying to avoid explosions and turmoil.  So yes, I feel privileged to be there.

The grey skies are an exception this time of year and I noticed at the Métro,  these past few days there are less homeless people seeking warmth in the subways.  The warmer weather is certainly a blessing to many who normally are out in the cold as we sit in the comfort of our homes with family and friends.

shimmering light
spirit of compassion glows,
hearts blossom

© Tournesol ’15/12/24