breeding compassion (Waka) Daily Moments June 13, 2016

 

©Karuna Poole (cropped pics)

thimbleberry shrub
overcome by freeloaders
choked by greedy arms

blackberry vines overstay
morning glories take over

human’s helping hands
unwinding weeds and vines
free the choking stems

greenbelt lovers lend a hand
disentangling carefully

digging at the root
removing each stake – claimed
by jealous lovers

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bindweeds breed – only
unhealthy relationships
nature’s oppressor

***

world disputes – only,
farm famine and poverty
breeding ground of war

greed lingers at the root
breeding lust for wars

if compassion
could lure like greed and lust
man would be set free

the Golden Rule would become Law
the breeding ground of love

©Tournesol’19/06/13

Daily Moments – June 13, 2017  breeding compassion  (waka)

This waka (solo no renga and haiku/senryu) were inspired by Mystery, Adventure and Reward by Karuna’s post at LivingLearningAndLettingGo where she works tirelessly in the Greenbelt behind her home freeing the thumbleberry shrub from bindweeds (morning glory) and blackberry vines.   This post reminded me of one thing, “if only only compassion ruled the world.” I’ve taken the liberty to post a few of her photos to illustrate the meaning of the poem.

 

 

on alert (tanka)

 

screaming in their heads
echoes of thunder in their sleep
deceived by nations
on alert for their children
skipping on a hidden shell

©Tournesol’17/02/12

Haiku Horizons Prompt: shell

coming home (haibun) flash fiction 99 words

Twenty-five men left five days ago. The jeep left a trail dust riding over the hill where they were stationed. Today only twelve men returned but only five in one piece. It was their last mission before returning back home. They were anxious to see their family back in Canada but dreaded delivering the tragic news to more grieving families. Sergeant Harvey drove the jeep behind the compound and their mascot ran to greet them. Amir was a black Labrador mix and his loyalty was genuine.

Photo Prompt: FlashfictionForAspiringWriters

dropping to his knees
savouring a gesture of pure love
man’s best friend

(c) Tournesol ’16-03-18

(99 words)

taps the soul (haiga)

Back to Basics – Carpe Diem Writing Techniques

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Wikipedia – Royal Military College of Canada

holding folded flag
bugle sounds that tap the soul
weeping for her son

*

weeping for her son
honour does not spare a life,
curses every war

(c) Tournesol ’15

echoes of her son (troiku)

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Poppies

pins a poppy
looking in the mirror
echo of her son

pins a poppy
children dancing in the street
wonder why the tears

looking in the mirror
ghosts from battlefields
tears on her cheeks

echo of her son
whispering soothingly
I’m okay.

or

echo of her son
tear not for me
I’m okay

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Poppies”

Our host shows us how to write a Troiku (a new form of Haiku)  here

Bones (senryû)

Originally posted at my blogspot at Tournesol dans un jardin, Bones

Bones 

wildflowers
emerald blankets covering
beds of bones

*

beds of bones
sounds of wailing children
haunting the night

*

haunting the night
smell of death and venom
barbarians’ breath

© Tournesol ’14

Life as you see it (senryû)

Life as you see it
may not be in my
line of vision.

don’t see eye to eye
differences of opinion
just a different lens

why must you argue
over and over and
over again?

wars have erupted
for far much more
and much less
what are you waiting forÉ
mediate for peace now

love, hate, greed
trigger some form of hell
we can all avoid.

© Clr – Tournesol `14/08/17