Tag Archives: hope

praying for the south (troiku)

waiting
like a numb caterpillar
news from the south

waiting
imagination
runs wild

like a numb caterpillar
my heart
stops

news from the south
hoping
prayers are answered

©Tournesol’17/09/09

Daily Moments September 9/2017 praying for the south

A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carp Diem Haiku Kai

snow is melting (troiku)

25684311095_17851e2625_z
©Clr’ 16

(troiku)

under sunlit skies
hope of bulbs blossoming
snow is melting

under sunlit skies
giggling children skip home
hand in hand

hope of bulbs blossoming
in her mind’s eye- red tulips,
Mother’s Day

snow is melting
spots that old red skipping rope
makes her grin

© Tournesol ‘16/03/10 (44 words)

At Dversepoets we are asked to write a poem using exactly 44 words excluding the title (not less, not more). Make sure to include the word grin in your poem.

Daily Moments – Jan. 8/2016 Hasty Dawn (Haibun)

Once winter’s solstice has passed, life seems more promising.  In spite of the short days, dark mornings and early dusk, we know that each day there will be a slight change…baby steps but still, It is encouraging.  This morning, she notices dawn was five minutes earlier than a few days ago.  Sunset is fifteen minutes earlier than Christmas day.  Each extra moment of daylight counts as one looks forward to spring.

despite sub-zeros
luminosity hastens
dawn stirs hope

© Tournesol ’16/01/08

Daily Moments

Home sweet home (haibun)

Sogi’s haiku that our host so beautifully translated gives me such a beautiful image of hope.

abandoned house
the garden taken over –
butterfly home   © Iio Sogi (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)

I get expectant feelings as  I imagine butterflies,insects, stray cats, rodents and birds making a home wherever they can especially during our cold winter months. Even a homeless person who may find a “good spot” shielded from bitter cold winds and rain appreciates  our view of “nothing” as “home”.

Verger d’Emilie
winter’s hostage
free rent

~

abandoned kiosk
finch and sparrows
moving in

~
moving in
cats and mice playing nice
catch me if you can

~
padlocked fruit stand,
awning offers shelter,
beggar’s castle

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Sogi’s Butterfly Home

dream of blossoms (haibun)

“IMAGINATION IS THE TRUE MAGIC CARPET”

~~ Norman Vincent Peale

I read this quote while visiting a new blog at Moon over Spumoni.   It spoke to me. Quotes do that to us, don’t they. You may have heard countless quotes, proverbs, prayers or poetry most of your life and then, for the second or thousandth time you read it and it actually draws you in.

Imagination is the true magic carpet…indeed!  Like the caring doctor at Cedar House Rules, read bedtime stories to the children at the orphanage,  bedtime snack feeding dreams on their magic carpet.

Can you imagine not being able to drift off to dream land when you were a child?  What if you were going through a difficult time in your life?  You are perhaps grieving the loss of dear pet and you are too young to grasp the concept of “forever”.  But you can imagine times you played with that pet, hugged him, shared your deepest secrets with him.   Perhaps it is the loss of friend or relative…be it through death or a long long absence, the  lack of his or her presence is heartfelt.  Nothing can fill the void…that darn emptiness can never be replaced BUT in time it will be healed by filling it with those memories you can imagine anytime you want and room for more amazing memories to bless your heart and your soul with joy.

Imagination is like nourishment…no medicine healing moments of despair. I see imagination synonymous to hope because it enables one to feel there is always hope.  Have you ever had a dream for a very long time? Have you ever had a dream realized to some extent it felt like déjà-vu?  Some will say, “Pinch me! I must be dreaming!”    That is how I see imagination related to hope. What would life be like without hope?  Without hope there is no faith, so little room for trust…

A hungry baby cries in the night and is nursed, however, unanswered cries in the night, a child no longer tries.

Imagination are not only the making of fairy tales but the remedy for the disheartened.

Monarchs in a garden
Monarchs in a garden

In springtime

butterflies in a garden

imagine blossoms

© Tournesol ‘14