friday night hotlines (A cherita) Daily Moments Novemer 3, 2017

Tournesol dans un jardin 1 Minute

last call of the night

adjusts the volume hearing soft whimpering
listening to a new tale

shock and grief coats her sullen voice
listening with empathetic resignation
a story unfolds of love and loss.

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shuffling home slowly at one in the morning

my mind holds too many tales
I long for days of rest

three days I shall escape with my muse
writing to my heart’s content
while eating comfort food

©Tournesol’17/11/04

Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #3
Daily moments November 3 2017 Friday night hotlines

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A little bit about moi: I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator. I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors. Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka. I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other. http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com

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6 thoughts on “friday night hotlines (A cherita) Daily Moments Novemer 3, 2017”

  1. The last call turning into am emotional saga…. I can imagine there are times the helpline actually saves lives in distress! Thanks for sharing Cheryl Lynn.

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