Poetry ~ Waka
no more elevator music on your shopping sprees
spitting Christmas carols like popcorn
lyrics barely touch the souls
push, shove, grabbing the best deal
toddlers missed their mid-day nap
wailing in this zoo
©Tournesol ’17/11/30
(a cherita)
even the sky seizes
sun rays hold steady
on a pale blue backdrop
tiny icicles form
eyelashes melt in liquid blue
exhaling white clouds
©Tournesol’17/11/28
or the above moment in Waka:
even the sky seizes
on a pale blue backdrop
sun rays hold steady
tiny icicles form
melting in liquid blues
exhaling white clouds
©Tournesol’17/11/28
Written for Micro Poetry Month #28
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
(senryu)
wrapped
in naked humbleness
confesses her sins
©Tournesol’17/10/12
making the sign of the cross
she leaves the confessional head down,
hands clasped together in prayer
kneeling before the Virgin Mary
giving thanks for absolution of her sins
shivering at her nakedness, she prays
©Tournesol’17/10/12
Inspired by chevrefeuillescarpediem-nakedness
(a cherita)
another sweltering day today
uncommon for this hemisphere
the A/C and a few extra fans roar all night long
I carry my oriental fan with me everywhere
fanning my sweaty face waiting for my Metro car
visualizing penguins in Antarctica
Years ago on a trip to Saint Marten, I noticed people walking to work and their pace was so slow compared to how we get to work. That made sense too! I realized that moseying along slowly, I did not build up a sweat …well, hardly since I am perspiring even in winter if I am walking fast. I often say jokingly, “I can’t help it, I’m just hot stuff!” but seriously it is not comfortable. I look on the bus today as my face is wet already before I even start my shift. I wonder with awe, how some of the commuters are wearing a long sleeve shirt and their faces are so dry!! How can that be possible?! Here I am fanning myself on the bus, on the Metro and spraying my face and hair with water when I get to work to cool myself.
I remember a few years ago visiting the Biodome several times with my grandson since I lived across the street from there at the time. When you first enter, you are flooded with the heat of the rainforest…oh, it is beautiful alright but within minutes, I am already anxious to get to the Antarctica section and sit watching those cute penguins prancing and diving into the water. To this day, I often visualize myself sitting in that section of the Biodome and it seems to cool my body a bit. Looks like I will be visualizing penguins this week.
©Cheryl-Lynn 17/09/27
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.
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
©Tournesol’17/09/06
Daily reflections – September 6 2017 Irma vies for control (cherita)
rocking by the window, looking at her sleepy friend,
lazy Sunday afternoon
huddled in her wool shawl
steady swish of passing cars
together with the steady rainfall
rhythm of a lullaby
©Tournesol’17/09/04
Daily moments September 3, 2017 – nature’ s lullaby (A Cherita)
The Cherita was created by Ai Li
On the bus ride across the St Lawrence
eyes bulging seeing the progress of the new bridge
as we bounce along the Champlain Bridge
huge concrete blocks mounted so high
construction workers looking like little toy men
but don’t tell them that!
©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2017/08/10 Daily Reflections
At Heeding haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie, our host asks us to write a haibun (prose with a haiku or tanka) inspired by the sculpture below. I looked up the artist, Matteo Pugliese and discovered the name of this piece is La Promessa…
I discovered a new form of poetry last month called The Cherita at Celestine’s blog Reading Pleasure, a gifted Haiku poetess; the Cherita was created by al li. Rather than using prose, I am telling my story with two Cherita followed by a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. I name my haibun a troibun since troiku is the core.
The hidden promise (Troibun)
aggravation started bubbling unexpectedly
all those hopes and fantasies
never seeing the dawn of day
sadness and self-pity
wrapped inside a duvet
used to comfort her
pointing fingers and blaming life is so less painful
staying up late at night
wishing upon a star
waking up dismayed
feeding on crestfallen
crunching on uncertainty
©Tournesol’17/08/05
captive
all those years – stalling
prisoner of self-doubt
captive
wall of hidden truths
fooled to feel helpless
all those years –stalling
that prince of fairy tales
held inside a web
prisoner of self-doubt
unrequited promises
trapped inside her soul
©Tournesol’17/08/05
The Cherita was created by al li.
dead silence of the day
deafeness hangs
the old woman’s heart stops
still leaves wait
not even the cat purrs
no ripple in the air
©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2017/07/28
Tournesol dans un Jardin 