Poetry ~ Waka
Written for Milan Rajkumar’s prompt at Triven: World Haiku Utsav
prompt : dry
sea waves
salty breeze mingles with
dried tears of autumn
(c ) milan rajkumar
spring rain
never seems to wash away
scent of decay hangs
scent of decay hangs
even under drier skies
death still lingers
© Tournesol ‘20/03/26
No alarms this morning…it is her day off. A sleep disturbed by dread and worry forces her to dive under her duvet giving her a sense of false security. It’s time to get up. No sounds in the stairwell like in the old “normal”. All in their own time now…a slower pace, a screaming silence in the halls.
Such a restless night worrying about her work yesterday. No matter how much she kept repeating, “Let it go, ride the wave and let it go”, it still stuck to her. And so she decides to look over her notes from yesterday and emails. Such a relief to humbly realize she had misinterpreted one message and a smile starts forming on her face.
She begins to write a letter of thanks to her managers for the support they have given her and her colleagues in the past ten days. It has been challenging to work from home for so many especially those with children. How to keep them busy…how to keep the teens at home without going stark raving mad?!
Looking at her street, she notices the odd cyclist braving the cold at 3C but the forecast is supposed to go up to 11 mid-day. Yes, she might go out for a walk later and wear only her Sketchers rather then winter boots…such a treat to walk in lighter footwear!
A yellow van with flashing lights parks in front of her building…her heart flip flops wondering who and what is happening? Is there a person who is sick? Is it Covid19 or something else? She dares not open her door to see in the hallway but peaks through the peephole and sees masked paramedics on her floor! Later she sees them wheeling out a woman from her floor…
She just may not go out today…
a jogger
passing a cyclist
life goes on
a jogger
mentally balanced
physically fit
passing a cyclist
leaning on a walking stick
a man shuffles slowly
life goes on
a women in labour
cry of a newborn
© Tournesol ‘2020/03/26
Dally moments March 26th 2020 a yellow van troibun
Oh les chips et le pepsi
certainement vont arrivé
Que j’ai hâte de savouré
une bonne bière pis steak haché
c’est le temps de la maudite
virus corona dix- neuf
pas le temps de magasiner
même pas l’droit de jouer d’hors
tout le monde vraiment poigné
pas le droit de travailler
parce que tous les politiciens
nous mets tous en quarantaine
Oh les chips et le pepsi
certainement vont arrivé
Que j’ai hâte de savouré
une bonne bière pis steak haché
les tits vieux on vraiment peur
pis y peuvent pas faire leur courses
ils doivent tous faire leurs commandes
l’internet ou leur voisins
Oh les chips et le pepsi
certainement vont arrivé
Que j’ai hâte de savouré
une bonne bière pis steak haché
Mais y manquait des produits
mon pot de beurre de peanut
pis dix livre de patates blanches
pis mon savon du dimanche
en r’gardant de mon balcon
les enfants et leurs parents
en vélos et espadrilles
distanciation sociale
on respecte distance physique
évitant de l’attraper
maudite corona dix-neuf
cause des maladies psychiques
Rester dont dans vos maisons
jusqu’à prochaine bonne nouvelle
que la maudite maladie
soient partie une fois pour toute
Oh les chips et le pepsi
certainement vont arrivé
Que j’ai hate de savouré
une bonne biere pis steak haché
Oh les chips et le pepsi
ma commande est arrivé
une bonne bière et steak haché
de mon Métro favouriiiiiiii!
(c) Cheryl-Lynn ‘2020/03/25
just one metre
keeping a safe distance
my community
You do what you can…every little bit helps.
© Tournesol ‘16/03/2020
Daily Moments March16 2020
Birds chirping
Willing spring to return
Hear the children laugh
School is out
Parents juggling what to do
Too many choices
Grandma’s stuck inside
Smiles from an open window,
Hearing nature’s song
Panic rises
Hoarding like there’s no morrow
Me, myself and I
© Tournesol ’15-03-2020
Daily Moments March 15 2020 symptoms of the human race
Cycling in snowsuits…only in Canada!
Watching people walking to the park, she knew she must get out. Shut-in all day yesterday was just to nurse a cold and making excuses that she must not venture out into the public; but what about just going out for fresh air? But of course, that would be good for her both physically and emotionally.
She opened the windows of her condo for half an hour or so every day but that was not enough. She knew her mental state was stuck in mud that had dried up…sort of. A must to go out and see people! Tomorrow she would be hearing people and their trials and tribulations; trying to instill hope to continue on one more day or two. Indeed, she must go out.
Contemplating this, she saw two bicycles go by! One adult was dragging another bike with training wheels and another tiny bike was following behind. The children were dressed in snow pants and big bike helmets. [She wonders if a tuque fit under those big plastic headdresses.] Those big mittens must make it tricky to steer the bike too! Ah, bicycles with toddlers and children going for a Sunday ride…that surely is a sign that spring is around the corner!
sunny skies rule
just above point of freezing
luring shut-ins out!
sunny skies rule
painting curves on stiff muscles
bidding them to smile
just above point of freezing
daring to remove their tuques
wind blows in their hair
luring shut-ins out!
young and old find delight
spring is almost here
watching with renewed energy
from her living room window
slips on coat and boots
stepping into brisk cool air
twinkle in her eyes
© Tournesol ‘08/03/2020
Daily Moments 3/ 8/2020 Cycling in snowsuits~ only in Canada H aibun
I read a poem written by Sreejit Poole from TheSeekersDungeon and it poked my muse this morning. I just love when that happens! TheSeekersDungeon
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Another grey winter (when will this season end?) Will I be engulfed again by the same dark waves or will I try to ride them today?
I find snippets of joy when I look at my bff’s (best feline friends)…Bette who is growing like me (older, slower and fatter) and Kali, who makes me smile and frown all in one gesture. Today I will try to seek those milliseconds while riding those waves.
Riding the Waves
sometimes, waking up
gasping for air…I pray
myself back to sleep
mind will just not heed
stubbornly
poking at me
like a toddler
whining Wake UP!
stomping their feet
riding the waves
I try to float above
repeating my mantra
over and over
sacred and compassionate
I see her smiling
sadness looms
pushing me underwater
at last… I fall asleep
so many memories
stories echo in my mind
or is this a dream?
peering from one eye
another wave is coming
quickly I must dive
beneath softness and safety
my downy duvet
shifting faithfully
mantra to Hail Mary’s
urging theta waves
slipping into delta
images and narratives
embracing me
shifting now and then
altering my perception
some dreams make me smile
was this really a dream?
is my mind playing tricks?
OH, real is overrated!
what does it matter?
replaying my recent visit, I sigh…
my frown turns upside down!
Shuffling from my bedroom, I’m greeted by Bette who seems to frown a bit. She’s sulking me these days because I will not let her come in my bedroom anymore. I’m tired of cleaning so much fur that weaves into the fabric of all my bedding. Kali comes racing out and flops down at my feet causing me to stop or else I might trip. She’s like a puppy rather than a feline. She follows me everywhere and sometimes races ahead of me wanting to play.
Once I sit with my coffee, Bette sits on a bench next to my chair and waits for me to pet her. This morning she refused to give me the “loving look”. You know when you look at a cat and slowly close and open your eyes…your feline friend usually closes their eyes to show they love you. Nope, not today, she’s still sulking me.
Kali drapes herself upon my chest like a universal scarf. Her loud purrs soothe me as if to help counteract the effects of my cup of java. World Health Organization should add felines as good for one’s health to lower blood pressure. I cannot help but smile at both my feline friends this morning, who simply “are” and their presence makes me feel like I am wrapped in silk and velvet.
watching them relax
waiting for the sun to peak
behind winter clouds
my furry friends
teaching me so patiently
how “to be”
(c) Tournesol ‘ 2020/03/06
Daily Moments – March 6 2020 – riding the waves
night is young
when lovers dance
until sunrise
until sunrise
tic toc tic toc
I wait in silence
© tournesol ‘2020-02-23
Daily moments – sleepless night
Sitting in front of the t.v. screen, she flips from one video to the next and finds nothing to capture her attention. It has been a long day. Day two of busyNESS, Day two of SadNESS, Day two of various fires to try and put out and yet…the day feels unfulfilled. There is the person who hung up too soon because someone walked in on them; there’s the person whose phone died and you never had a chance to see if he’s safe and the list goes on. All in a day’s work, some say…who the hell says that anyway?
Switching to music seems more healing…starting with Satie Song by Alanna-Marie Boudreau, then Kimbra’s Cameo Lover and Sara Bareilles’s Gravity. Lastly, she listens to one of her favourites, Damien Rice’s Accidental Babies…aww, total bliss! It is amazing how music can truly transform you.
She is reminded of a youth now…
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