Daily Moments, Jan 15 2016 – Haughty peonies (troiku)

http://carpediemtroikuworld.blogspot.nl/2016/01/troiku-challenge-3.html

like a starlet
peonies bow lavishly
in the limelight

like a starlet
serving admirers
with her beauty

peonies bow lavishly
soaking up praise
humility tossed aside

in the limelight
even with wilted petals
beauty in God’s eyes

© Tournesol ’16/01/15

Daily Moments , this will have to count for Jan 15 

sweet sprinkles (haibun)

[…] “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” […] Rumi

There is no question the love she has for her children and their children; they are from her, a part of her extending into the future. And as she is like a daisy with each petal depicts the multiplicity of her personality, hence, several petals group together forming another passion…her love of reaching out to those in need.

pain bleeds
late in the night – and then,
gentle sigh of relief
sweetens the night air
voice of comfort

©Tournesol’16/08/19

winter’s grace (haibun)

©Clr`16
©Clr`16

It rained all day and night last weekend. She thought it might just be a brief break in the season. The following day temperatures dropped so much the shiny streets turn white with frost. Whatever reason Mother Nature may give for these changes in the weather, winter is still here to stay…for a while, that is.

© Clr'16
© Clr’16

forgiving nature
winter repents
graced with beauty

© Tournesol’16/01/14

Sensual Feeling (Cascade – haibun – Troiku)

( Cascade )

music feeds the soul and moves the body
instigating spells on her existence
rhythm and blues sink into her essence
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom

searching in all the wrong places for release
it’s always been there, free for the taking
cannot be purchased in stores or on-line
music feeds the soul and moves the body

she was in limbo for too many years
fighting urges to act impulsively
until she explored deep into her soul
instigating spells on her existence

she found herself one lonely afternoon
taking out her old turntable she played
Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson
rhythm and blues sink into her essence

it felt like being possessed by these tunes
her body moved mindlessly and freely
swayed to Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing
that’s when she got a taste of true freedom

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A Cascade reminds me a bit of a Troiku, so I also added the sense of “freedom” one gets from dancing to being midst nature and all its beauty with a Troiku.

(Haibun – troiku)

(c) Clr'15
(c) Clr’15

Nature offers such freedom that dance does liberating the soul, reacquainting with one’s inner child and admiring as if seeing for the first time. Before such liberation, one walks around with jaded lenses. What a joy to “see” again the vibrant colours and experiences of each season.

(Troiku)

nature’s charm
grace of a butterfly
golden blossoms sigh

nature’s charm
seduced the lonely woman
long last – awakened

grace of a butterfly
tickled the child within
made her gasp

golden blossoms sigh
daisies coo – Pick Me, Pick Me
tranquil bliss

© Tournesol ’15

OctPoWriMo #17

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ― Rumi

Metamorphism ~ Poetry Prompt 58 unlikely haiku

Ego Alterego

Metamorphism

reddish spot

swells,  ripens, turns white

zit spits!

astringent

cleansing, moisturizing

beautifying

foundation

eyelids shaded, traced

lips painted.

hair conditioned

ironed, teased, tousled,

uncombed look.

 ~

silver choker,

pearl studs, friendship ring

bracelets jangle

skin-tight dress

no undies, black stilettos

ready to party.

~

men drooling

crowds admiring

mission accomplished.

 

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/27

Written for:  Pooky Poetry Prompt #58 Unlikely Haiku

Seeking Paradise (haibun)

(haiku)

Seeking paradise

butterfly flutters

burgeoning blossom

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/03/16

It’s that time of year when I get the itch. You know it reminds me a bit of the 7 year itch ( but not the deception itch) it  has more to do with getting in touch with self, loving self and others as well.  Just weeks before springtime, you long for romance, being in someone’s arms…those warm sensual budding feelings are simmering, ready to burst. Itching to daydream, love, fall in love, feel loved…soft silky petals  of flora give that feeling as well as their scent … tantalizing and mesmerizing.

I am located in colder climates, so the flowers have not quite started budding, the trees are totally barren and as we look at snow here and there, I reminisce of what Mother Nature has in store for her humble human minions…soon.

 

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/03/16

 

#28 Most Beautiful Thing,

They say smiling is contagious. This poem is inspirational and warms the heart and inspires so much hope. I want to share this especially with Leslie and Sandy, big hugs!

sunflowerrosecw

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There is a question I used to wonder,

And the answer lies deep under.

What is the most beautiful thing that exists?

There, the answers remains a long wide list.

Could it be the wide blue sky?

The place where hope lies.

Or could it be the rainbow,

Where the dreams soar up so.

It was at the point of time,

When I felt like making everything mine.

Realisation hits right at me,

And I saw what I always wanted to see.

The most beautiful thing,

Where different stories sing.

It cannot be seen with bare eyes,

And cannot be covered with lies.

There it go,

Following the flow.

When we start to feel with our hearts,

Then that is when the journey really starts.

– CW

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