Daily moments Feb 28-16~ walking home (haiku)

  • chilly walk alone
    snow that whispers
    sounds take her home

    sounds take her home
    silence, her red carpet
    enter home alone

    enter home alone
    visions simmer softly
    keep her company

    keep her company
    telling another story
    pen and muse compose

    © Tournesol ’16/02/28

  • Daily Moments Feb 28 16 – Walking home

silken petals blush (haiku)

Photo credits: White to pink by Paul Militaru

à bout de souffle
séduite par ce doux parfum
la rose rougit

breathless
seduced by such sweet fragrance
blushing rose

(c) Tournesol’16

Click here to see the beautiful photography by Paul Militaru.

the encore (haibun)

(c) Clr’16 Rooftop sunset

Every day come spring, summer and fall, she rides the elevator to the top floor, turns the corner and climbs the stairs to the roof.  The wind blows from le Mont Royale; she sits facing west, inhaling the Artist’s performance.

final vernissage
rich magenta hues at dusk
until tomorrow

(c) Tournesol`16

Daily Moments ~ Feb 26 -16 luna plena (haibun)

Can never seem to get enough of you, oh luna plena. I look up at you and know we have a clandestine relationship, just you and me. A few days each month I see you lest the clouds hide you with greed, keeping us apart but still, I know. Every fibre in my body feels you, knows you are there near me taunting me…sometimes, our love breeds pain…my head throbs but not my heart. My heart bleeds wistfully for you.

(c) Clr'16
(c) Clr’16

beseeched
glint of charisma
holds me prey

(c) Tournesol ’16-2-26

Daily Moments Feb 26

Carpe Diem Hamish’s 5th ~ A Teaser & Love

the preacher’s daughter (haibun)

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The preacher and his wife, had been married fifteen years. Time had become their enemy until finally they were blessed with their first and only child. They were so grateful they named their cherubic daughter, Grace. She was a kind and docile child who sang like a bird. As young as four, she would sit in the garden in their backyard chanting. Sunflowers and daisies had become her audience along with stray cats, squirrels, birds and even insects.

nature held hostage
bewitched
voice of an angel

© Tournesol ’16/02/26

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