October skies hang
over billows of grey,
thunder bolts drum
~
works frantically
tune of robotic drums,
woodpecker
© Tournesol '14
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
2014/10/14
2014/10/10
daiylight loss (haiku)
grass buried in leaves
mourning loss of daylight,
squirrel finds shelter
© Tournesol '14
2014/10/09
tainted (haiga)
repugnant conduct
compulsion rules his scruples
robbed innocence
singing, Farmer-in-the-Dale
naïve to such perversions
self-harm releases
venom from her tainted soul
deflowered teen
(c) Tournesol '14
Photo credits: London Counselling Directory
cheval blanc (shadorma & elfje)
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| Mindlovemisery'sMenagerie - Bastet's Shadorma Photo Prompt |
(shadorma)
Violinsharps and mandolins
angels stringing
melodies
sauntering in harmony
le cheval blanc
cheval
blanc
with lovers do prance
romantic
reverie
ambling in slow circles on
their merry-go-round
with lovers do prance
romantic
reverie
ambling in slow circles on
their merry-go-round
(elfje)
multicolours
fantasy fair
knight courting maiden
wishing I was she
delirium
© Tournesol '14
blood moon (haiku)
sky breaks
for the night
a meteor
shower
toasting blood moon
© Tournesol '14
Oooops forgot to post this here: Posted for Full Moon Poetry Party
2014/10/08
night curtain (haiga)
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| (c) Clr Full Moon Oct 7'14 |
curtained puffs
shade the glow of a
full moon
(c) Tournesol '14
2014/10/07
flying home (haiga)
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| © Clr 2014 |
power-driven fowl,
in rays of a setting sun
flies home
© Tournesol '14
a single sunbeam (Tan Renga challenge)
I love this tan renga challenge. Mark's haiku is beautiful. It can be translated in many interpretations, one of autumn leaves a natural street art...graffiti.
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| © Clr '14 |
When I see the sun setting on the rooftop at work, I see the sun took centre stage for a long time, is now graciously bowing and allow twilight to take over and the finale act...city nightlife. I can see the lights looking like sparking stars just below the burnt orange well where the sun has dipped for the night.
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| © Clr '14 |
I have decided to add my piece both in English and French. Our office building as well as many on our street are tagged with gangs' calligraphy as well as airbrushed art on other buildings.
a single sunbeam
scribling runes on fallen leaves -
autumn graffit © Mark M. Redfearn
between the colored leaves
the first page of Genesis. © Chèvrefeuilles
With that in mind, this is my attempt to make Tan Renga complete:
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| © Clr '14 across the street from the office |
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| © Clr '14 Street art near my office |
a single sunbeam
scribling runes on fallen leaves -
autumn graffit © Mark M. Redfearn
golden star whispers goodnight,
street gangs prepare their night art © Tournesol
le
soleil chou hotte bonne nuit
bandes de
nuit préparent leurs arts © Tournesol
2014/10/05
hush of the night (haiku)
mushi no ne ya yo fukete shizumu ishi no naka
the insects' chirp
as night deepens
sinks into the stones
© Shiba Sonome
shizukasa ya iwa ni shimi-iru semi no koe
lonely silence,
a single cicada's cry
sinking into stone
a single cicada's cry
sinking into stone
© Basho
semino uta mangetsuno hikarino nakade shimetta kirameku koishi
shimmering pebble
wetted in the light of the full moon -
a cicada's song
© Yozakura
hot summernight
cooling down in the old pond
the sound of mosquitos
© Chèvrefeuille
How can one do justice to these haiku? To feel them to hear them to see them and to read them...are a privilege. It's an experience and then I read a few offerings from CP poets. Again, I'm swept off my feet and struggle wondering how I can contribute and so I put myself in a moment in time, by the lake.
soft ripple,
tiny pebble on
moonlit waters
*
soft ripple
hush of the night,
2014/10/04
Nature's paradox (haiga)
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| © C.L.R. |
final
act
melded hues
scent of death
rotting foliage
exit with
a bang
kaleidoscope
~
lie in
wait
darkness
shades the bed
coverlet
of snow
© Tournesol '14
2014/10/02
bee's scent (haiga)
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| © C.L.R. 2014 |
despite workplace file,
yields and melts in the fire,
perfume stirs the bee
© Tournesol '14
Write a haiku with 3 randomly chosen words.
I found file, fire, perfume at Creativity Games
2014/10/01
sudden loss
tsunami shocks,
scores
of full moons, waves roll
in tender
mourning
following
calmer orbits
briny
water settles
barely a
ripple
mirroring
what was,
precious
memory
© Tournesol '14
yearning (haiga)
I
started writing free verse last year for fun and discovered haiku later, not
really understanding it but liked using it to describe photos I had taken and
eventually learned that haiku could draw a picture for me. I`ve always wanted
to draw and learn to paint ...haiku seems to be my learning just how to do
that. Fortunately with CP., I can learn
at my pace by writing each day and reading beautiful haiku other gifted poets
write. It`s become my daily
meditation...
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| © C.L.R. 2013/10/10 |
sipping
magenta
airbrushed
heavens
I wept
~
wanting
a long
slow sunset
quenching
my greed
© Tournesol '14
2014/09/29
V (haiku)
V-assembly
cacophonic
honk
home south
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/29
2014/09/28
pirouette (haiga)
sizzling hot night/
ballerina's quick pirouette/
horny toad
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/28
2014/09/26
winter dreams (haiga)
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| © C.L.R. '14 |
scattered
petals
tiger
lily beds
fallen
leaves
~
fallen
leaves
orange
blossoms weave
winter’s
quilt
~
winter’s
quilt
tawny
hues share
tranquil
dreams
© Tournesol '14
Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars #7, Koyu-Ni's "Tranquil"
corn (haiga)
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| (C) C.L.R. '14 |
cunningly
in the cornfield
cat chased a mouse
(c) Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Robertgs 2014/09/26
autumn melody (haibun)
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| Photo credits: Gettt Images |
I felt energized walking to the bus today with the warm
sun. Imagine walking September 25th
in a sleeveless shirt and jeans. Yes,
indeed, it was so warm, I had to put my hair up in a bun, the sun was so hot on
my neck. I had checked the forecast
before leaving and felt encouraged to see that mid 20C was expected until
Sunday. Today was my last day of my work week since I have Friday and Saturday
off. So off I marched to the bus in good
spirits.
summer heat
yet autumn wind
blew fallen leaves
Ah but when I passed a row of trees, my feet touched a
precious season’s gift. I slowed my pace
to hear the sound that pleased my ears.
Within a few seconds, I was a ten year old walking to school hearing the crunch under my feet observing
the lawns covered with reds, amber and shades of gold and yellow. Fast-forwarding in my reverie I was jumping
in a large pile of leaves, making my crunch, autumn bed...last play before the ground will freeze...until I
will lay on a white blanket making snow angels...but not quite yet...
jubilant
walking through autumn treasures
crunch of fallen leaves
crunch of fallen leaves
season`s new sonata
music to my ears
(c) Tournesol '14
survival (haiku)
makeshift tunnel
barely space for one more
ant
ant
claimed its space among
a colony
colony of ants
filled every space avoiding
the exterminator
(c) Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/26
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