young love (tanka)

(c) Clr’16

(tanka)

running through puddles
midsummer rain
laughing like young children
hands her a scented flower
raindrops on rose blushed petals

(c) Tournesol’16

Secret Keeper Prompts 5 words: YOUNG RAIN LAUGH ROSE HAND 

Feeling a bit constrained to keep those 5 words in my poem, here are two other poems inspired by this flower:

(tanka)

splashing in puddles
feel so alive and young
laughing at life
hands her a gem flecked flower
curve of her rose tinted lips

(haiku)

raindrops on petals
midsummer rain
nature’s perfect gems

©Tournesol’16

dancing by the lake (haibun)

When she was a young teen she would sit behind the wooden stage propped up near Lake Champlain at Isle le Motte, Vermont.   Every Saturday, the owners of the campground would play fifty’s music. It was 1965 and she would sit with her older sister and they would watch their parents dance. Her mother was 5ft 2-3/4” and her father was 5ft 11”. They would sweep the floor with their soft feet floating on that wooden stage. Her mom on her tip toes swooning at the love her life. Her father with his charismatic smile. They danced like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire…only her father was much more handsome.

bodies touching
heat of a summer’s night
under moonlit sky

© Tournesol ’16/03/03

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie