Daily Moments December 1 2017 three years ago Haibun

© Clr ’14 Colombe (Mom) June 22, 1926-Dec 2, 2014

On this day three years ago I had dreamed half the night. The dream of my mother and I trying to save a dying child. Each time I woke up shocked by the dream, I would go back to sleep and dream the exact same scene…3 times until I could no long sleep. I waited until sunrise and called the nursing home to ask how my mother was. The nurse said, « Viens vite, il ne lui reste plus grand temps.»

I no longer had a car since the fall and called a taxi. It was snowing lightly and it was very cold. The sky was so grey and morbid. I talked all the way down with the taxi driver. His mother had recently passed…

She used every means to get me by her side…I will be forever thankful and she passed a little after midnight…

you poked me
three times
I was by your side
one last time …you looked at me
passing to the other side

missing you
embraced by your soothing voice
telling me each time

I love you darling –
don’t forget your Hail Mary’s

never too old
j’suis toujours ton bébé
miss you Mom…

©Tournesol’17/12/01

Daily Moments season’s cold breaths

My hands are cold
My heart is numb and silent
My eyes keep swimming

Aiming to the surface _ yet
the light’s so far away

Hunching forward
Shrinking to the fetal state
turning to my heart

tomorrow
is another day
…so they say

©️Tournesol’ 17/11/25

November 25/17 Daily Moments cold breaths of autumn

a different kind of therapist (haibun)

Waking earlier than usual, she shuffles eyes half closed, holding her forehead to the bathroom to run her bath. Peeking through tired eyes at her reflection and after careful evaluation sighs with relief that Man-made masks exist in all forms.

ivory liquid
brushed smoothly
on ashen face
painting taupe shadows and liner
illusions of a happy face

Arriving at her appointment, she settles comfortably and opens up to a face of compassion. Tears running down her cheeks, her therapist listens with empathy and continues her task…

scraping and cutting
polishing for good measure
podiatrist soothes

Who knew her foot doctor could be the only one who seems to “get it”? Too bad the next appointment is only in two months.

even
the perfectly shaped leaf
dies

©Tournesol’17/11/22

Daily Moments – November 22, 2017 a different kind of therapist (haibun – haiga) – MicroPoetry Month #22

season’s rest (troiku)

©Cheryl-Lynn’16

©Clr’17

sunbeams
orbs floating
through the window

sunbeams
spreading wide
sunflowers

orbs floating
dancing on their path
coming from the light

through the window
Amma’s loving embrace
my soul opens

*******************

sunflowers bow
in reverence
time has come

sunflowers blow
petals dropping one by one
goodbye tears

in reverence
prostrating
amber leaves

time has come
nature’s well deserved
sleep

©Tournesol’17/10/21

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

a moment of grace ( haibun ) – Daily Moments Sept 17/17

Parminder struggled thinking of her upcoming battle against the man who had assaulted her. He was well known and a successful professional.. Parminder was a mere insect caught in the web of this vicious spider. He was there to stomp on her to rid society of this nuisance.

She wept on the phone as she spilled her sadness and anger to her friend. “I am only female! I am a just an immigrant! I am trash that society cannot even look at; I disgust them.”

“Her friend listens.

“How can anyone amount to anything when she has been groomed in garbage since she was born?” She cries for the child who was abused since she was young.

Her friend waits until there is a pause, then responds.

“What about the flower that starts to grow from the bottom of a pond in the muck and rises above the muddy waters, blossoms into a magnificent lotus? Did it not come from sludge? What about the beta fighter who thrives in mud puddles? Is it not admired in Western worlds for its beauty and endurance? The world does not always know where beautiful and resilient people come from.”

There is nothing more precious when two people sharing a moment of grace simultaneously.

butterfly flutters
fanning its wings on her hand,
my cheek tickles

©Tournesol’17/09/17

222 words

This is longer than the required 150 words at Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille but it is a true story about despair and hope. Also since it totaled 222 words and my mother’s numbers were 2 and she was born June 22^nd, I knew I just had to share it.

Daily Moments September 17 2017 A moment of grace Haibun

the other side of gloom (haibun)

Kim had moved to the big city seeking a better life; major changes are difficult especially in the beginning. She was well aware of that. She felt so isolated being away from family and friends. She was not accustomed to the standoffish air of some city folks making her transition even more challenging.

Up at dawn every morning on her way to work, she would drive by the lake greeted by the sun slowly rising over the lake. Each morning she felt blessed and encouraged, sensing the Great Spirit must be smiling at her.

new dawn beckons
blinding all despair
promises of hope

©Tournesol’17/09/14

Written for Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

103 words

daily reflections – Irma vies for control (a cherita)

Waking up to a pounding headache, she slips back under her duvet pleading for slumber where pain is just a memory. Prayers answered she only awakens end of day and yet pounding persists. Amino acids and java finally acquiesce to her pleas; and then , she checks the news…bedlam in the tropics!

Mother Nature seems to be going through a new kind of neurosis. She worries for innocents having to uproot from their homes and friends far away, she prays for their safety. She remembers her very first soul mate from childhood up in the Keys…praying she is safe.

a cherita

swaddled in a pretense of safety

wrapped in a duvet
filled with impotence

anxiety burgeons
like a spring blossom
yet, autumn leaves begin to fall

Daily reflections – September 6 2017 Irma vies for control (cherita)