Tournesol is still tilling the soil dans un jardin; slowly planting a seed here and there, hoping to see poetry blossom...a labour of love.
This blog will host short form poetry such as Haiku, Tanka, Tilus, Lanturne, Shadorma, Senryû...
© Tournesol '14
Trees are natural homes, their bark walls absorbing so much. Hopefully some of the laughter of the warmer season to keep the chill of winter at from creeping to their core. I'm not sure how crickets came to be likened playing violins, when it is their hind legs rubbing against each other that produces the noise we hear.
Do crickets play violin? Well, the ones i heard tonight sure didn`t but then again I was in the city...maybe they are not as cultured:)
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