snow
just passing through
fallen leaves
©Tournesol’17/11/19
Written for Micro Poetry Month #19
first snow (haiga)
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
bitter endings ~ Haibun ~Daily moments November 18, 2017
So many losses and bitter ends in this bleak season, she’s lost count. Trying to please one may leave others in bitter deprivation. Impulsive actions, even with loving intentions, become too many blunders that add insult to injury. Communicating regrets is now worthless falling on deaf ears; broken hearts are just too hurt with feelings of abandonment harden over time in bitter stone.
memories
tainted with despair
and broken promises
tears filled with regrets
rubbed in old wounds
©Tournesol’17/11/18
edging season tanka Daily Moments November 17
passing slowly
filled with melancholy
time
caught in a whirlwind
unspoken words
©Tournesol’17/11/17
life’s options (troiku – shadorma) Daily moments November 16th/17
(troiku)
autumn simmers
reassessing life’s options
season’s nesting spell
autumn simmers
rolling into sleepy times
winter’s slumber
reassessing life
sitting by a crackling fire
knitting my options
season’s nesting spell
searching under winter skies
making snow angels
(shadorma)
thoughts echo
in my weary brain
telling me
to slow down
run through future options
life is too damn short
©Tournesol’17/11/16
Daily moments – reassessing – November 16th, 2017
November 15th, 1976 (haibun) MicroPoetry Month – Daily moments
If you talk to a man in a language he understand, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart. –Nelson Mandela
How can I not write something on this date November 15th. Je m’en souviens all too well. Sure I have mixed feelings being of two cultures and embracing both. My mother, being French Québecois has always said she was a bilingual Canadian. She has never shared the vengeance and yet she has surely experienced the unfairness and the disrespect all too often.
My father, being of Irish and Welsh background, his maternal grandfather settled here due to his Irish Catholic background but his father being of the mindset of English is best allowed me to feel the humiliation for my mother.
French speaking persons in the 50’s and 60’s could not get decent work if they did not speak fluent English and even then, it was difficult to rise in a company carrying a French name. How this has changed dramatically today!
I understand the need for change. One must be mindful, when the pendulum swings too much and stays there, it turns justice into resentment and vengeance. And being of these two cultures, I have too often been on the fence carrying the sins of my ancestors.
history
in the making
November 15th
a new government is born
1976
citizens hail
Vivre le Québec Libre
français shall rule
laws to preserve their language
change well past due
years of oppression
fuels their passion
the pendulum swings
©Tournesol’17/11/15
Written for MicroPoetry Month November 15th 2017
wistful moments (a cherita and solo renga -MicroPoetry Month #14)
the old man listens to the melodies
water running over timeless rocks
lyrics swimming in his head
an angel met him here long ago
even fish splashed in the creek
only her memory remains
***
breathing her name
with a long wistful sigh
a tear runs down his cheek
leaves rustle in the wind
a sparrow sings a love song
sitting on the log
the old man smiles
embracing the past
©Tournesol’17/11/14
Daily Moments Nov. 14 – MicroPoetry Month #14 & Haiku Horizons: log
hasty dusk Troiku MicroPoetry Month November 13 th Daily Moments
five o’clock shadows
hasty dusk settles
all day long
five o’clock shadows
greyness fills the soul
sullen shroud
hasty dusk settles
hiding any hope
melancholy rains
all day long
life without promise
haunting season’s end
©Tournesol’17/11/13
Written for MicroPoetry Month #13 – Daily Moments. Looking outside all I saw was grey and took a photo…the photo does not seem as grey as the day actually.
Coco Chanel (MicroPoetry Month #12) Daily moments (Troibun)
The sun shines brightly in the cold pale skies and yet, her soul is filled with greyness? The day will move slowly as she shuffles through her clutter. That old overcoat that should have been thrown in the trash, swings gently from side to side. What is she doing still holding on to those tan boots that cramp her toes? They remind her of better days and happy times, strutting with a sense of purpose. As she moves further into the greyness she finds her mother’s old raincoat she has yet to wear. As she slips it on, she feels her presence…still.
soft scents
float around her
Chanel
soft scents
rest in droplets
kissing her cheek
float around her
Sinatra and Doris Day
melodies
Chanel
admiring CoCo
worshiping the sun
©Tournesol’17/11/12
I love the haibun form and since I have also fallen in love with the Troiku (a haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai) I have coined the haibun with a troiku, Troibun.
Written for MicroPoetry Month #12 where we are inspired to write a haibun.
slaves no more ( senryu) November 11/17
The shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
every man,
woman and child
suffering bound in chains
enough to make
any mind go wild
the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
every man, woman and child have dreamed
of their forefathers
recalling tales of yesteryear
and such better days than here!
the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
dear blessed Mother of God
pray for our mortal sins
of absolution
we are not worthy
tainted by our greed
we must make restitution
for sins that were commissioned
will there ever be resolve
in our own privileged life span
and centuries we have robbed them all
due respect and compassion?
the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
blessed Divine Mother, please,
pray for our mortal sins
© Tournesol’17/11/11
Daily moments November 11/17 slaves no more
Written for Mocropoetry Month
I was trying to watch 12 Years a Slave and could not watch half, it was too difficult and so My muse took over…
This started free flow but noticed there were many senryu and tanka within. What was most important for me was to release these thoughts.
frigid day (daily moments Nov 10/17)
Sun pales the sky
as I breathe the cool brisk air
puffs of smoke
autumn winds
leaves blowing on the road
the old man’s hat
(c) Tournesol ‘17-11-10
Daily moments – frigid day nov 19 /17 MicroPoetry Month #10
This morning I could only reflect “freely” on this and so these haiku are my writing freely. It finally went minus 5 C and snow covered the lives on the side of the streets. I had to take the plunge and wear my winter coat and warm scarf. brrrrrrrrr
Tournesol dans un Jardin 