Author: Tournesol

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

angel of mercy (haiku)

http://www.fashionlady.in/mother-teresa-a-little-pencil-in-the-hand-of-god/12428 — A little pencil in the name of G-d

feeding their hearts
the hungry are her children
labour of love.

Carpe Diem Special Childless Mother

Regatta (haibun)

He never challenged the winds and waters; competitively sailed in sunny, windy, rainy or stormy days…he was an excellent sailor and captain. He was geared up in wet suit, goggles and gloves…looking out to the sea.

BAM –the last shot fired alerting all sailors to join their crew at their catamarans.

Crosses himself
kisses sand on hands and knees
then sets sail

Carpe Diem “summer mountain”

bossy pants (haibun)

Such a beautiful family, she noticed in the tree by the river. The male and female along with the younger chick…beautiful red cardinals. They stayed throughout the year because of the birdfeeder. She loved sitting outside in the summer and hear them sing to her. Of course this was a multicultural tree and others birds claimed a section including woodpeckers who had their own temperament.

Darn woodpecker
drive those cardinals away
bossy pants!

Paying respect (haibun)

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The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing

all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects

in the end (haiku)

Life as it should be
slow, painful, mystifying
and then there’s joy

and then there’s joy
life accelerates
in the end, there’s light

day tripper (haiku)

sets his bait
selling villagers snake oil
shame on him

Haiku Horizons “Shame”

Pray awhile (haibun)

May is le mois de Marie. As a youth she loved this excuse to walk across the river hearing the metal on the soles of her shoes click click click like the dancers on Ed Sullivan AND on a school night to boot. Every evening, people would recite the Rosary.