
napping
all this time searching
in my dreams
waking
to a blank
page
(c) Cheryl-Lynn’18
Poetry ~ Waka

napping
all this time searching
in my dreams
waking
to a blank
page
(c) Cheryl-Lynn’18
vinyl whirling
echoes of Aretha
comin home
vinyl whirling
Motown of the sixties
melting the heart
echoes of Aretha
like honey to bees
sweetening the soul
coming home
under her spell,
links to my youth
© Touronesol ‘18/08/16
“I Say A Little Prayer”
I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break time
I say a little prayer for you
Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me
I say a little prayer for you
I say a little prayer for you
My darling, believe me
(Believe me)
For me there is no one but you
Please love me too
(Answer my prayer)
And I’m in love with you
(Answer my prayer)
Answer my prayer now, babe
(Answer my prayer)
Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

A Cherita
solitude is so misunderstood
many equate it to depression and loneliness
even if the person embraces her aloneness
so many people try to understand equating it sometimes to depression
but having not worn the same shoes
how can anyone really know?
*******
solitude is synonymous to emptiness, so why does it feed me?
solitude gives me energy
weathering another day
all consuming
yet nurturing
life simply goes on
(c) Cheryl-Lynn Roberts
August 12, 1018
Dear Emma,
When I was a child, I remember picking up my bellbottom pants at the dressmaker one time. In the early 60’s I could not find any kind of long pants or jeans that were long enough and slim enough. In those days, Marilyn Monroe was the fashionable shape. Although Twiggy was slowly becoming a trend, in my part of the world, it was still more common for women to be shorter and curvier. Alas, I was pretty much a straight line more like Olive Oil at between twelve and fourteen.
Another client was just leaving the dressmaker as I was entering and she asked me how my mother and grandmother were doing. Of course, I shared the latest updates on my newly divorced mother and lifesaver grandmother who had taken us in not realizing I may have been a bit too open. Being naïve, then, was just assuming that people always inquired about you because they cared.
I remember trying on the charcoal grey bellbottoms and was so excited they fit like a glove and were long enough to wear with a boot or higher healed show. That was the beauty of tailor made clothes. Fortunately, her fees were very reasonable and in fact, less expensive than going to a designer shop to purchase clothes.
As I was leaving, the dressmaker looked at me seriously and said, “You must be careful. You are such an open book and you never know the true intentions of people when inquiring about you and your family.” I could tell she was concerned for me and I always tried to remember her wise words, but still, it is still difficult for me to think anyone would want to hurt me intentionally. And so years went by and I learned the hard way. I find learning through life experience teaches more, don’t you? What have you learned better through experience rather than through teachings of another person?
( a cherita)
a child runs freely through the woods
Stumbling on hidden roots and branches
Scraping arms and knees along the way
Fastforward several decades
Walking through the woods, listening to the birds singing
Leaves rustling, she leans on her walking stick
© Cheryl-Lynn ‘18/09/06
Daily Moments with Emma – August 9th, 2018

How I wish that I could sing
Deep feelings that I hold
Find the lyrics that rhyme
With the rhythm in my soul
But I cannot keep a tune
Without making someone cringe
Eardrums might just ruin
I am here on the fringe
Writing words that I’ve rehearsed
Forms of poetry and free verse
How I wish that I could draw
Images of my dreams
Thoughts uncensored and raw
In my mind I can hear them scream
But I cannot draw a straight line
only drawings like a toddler’s
shaky hand sketches of no design
I’d never even make a dollar
But for some words that I’ve rehearsed
Forms of poetry and free verse.
How I wish that I could sing
The thoughts echo in my heart
Images float inside my mind
But only words can share the part
Of how I truly feel inside,
The love, the sadness
The joy, the solitude
The suffering ,then the gratitude
Everything life has taught me
How I wish that I could sing
Deep feelings that I hold
Find the lyrics that rhyme
Wih the rhythm in my soul
But I cannot keep a tune
Without making someone cringe
Eardrums might just ruin
I am here on the fringe
Writing words that I’ve rehearsed
Forms of poetry and free verse
How I wish that I could draw
Images of my dreams
Thoughts uncensored and raw
In my mind I hear them scream
But I cannot draw a straight line
only drawings like a toddler’s
shaky hand sketches of no design
I’d never even make a dollar
But for some words that I’ve rehearsed
Of micro poetry and free verse.
How I wish that I could sing
The thoughts echo in my heart
Images float inside my mind
But only words can share the part
Of how I truly feel inside
The love, the sadness
The joy, the solitude
The suffering , but then the gratitude
Everything life has taught me
How I wish that I could sing.
How I wish that I could sing
© Cheryl-Lynn Daily Reflections August 6, 2018

Nature’s meeting
Sun dips slowly
Meeting morning
On the other side
© Tournesol ’18-08-03
She arrived at work over two hours earlier than usual since she had appointments in the morning. Taking her time to settle at her workstation, she fires up her computer and decides to listen to some music on Youtube. This week is the Montreal International Jazz Festival and what better occasion to listen to jazz.
They were entering their first heatwave, so she started by listening to Summertime by Ella the Queen of Jazz and Soul along with other versions getting her acquainted to more singers and musicians. She vacillated from older masters of Jazz to today’s artists allowing the music to of another time carry her…
For the past few years, I am so mesmerized by this singer.
swept away
Coltrane whines mournfully
recalling another time
swept away
Unforgettable lines
crooned by Cole
Coltrane whines mournfully
piercing deep
into her soul
recalling another time
replaying over and over
Who’s Sorry Now
©Tournesol\’18/06/29
Daily Moments – Jazzy afternoon (troiku)
Who’s Sorry Now (A Cherita)
music brings her back seeing her heartbroken mother for months
coming home after school
remembering on the darkness with shades pulled down
hearing the sobbing voice
Connie Frances moans over and over and over
that unrelenting turntable
©Tournesol ’18/06/29

In honour of National Aboriginal Day – June 21 2018
BEATING TO THE DRUMS ( A TROIKU)
moved
by the flames
heart of a nation
moved
stories retold
by their elders
by the flames
dancing ‘round the campfire
echoes of their songs
heart of a nation
beating
to the drums
©Tournesol ’18/06/21
Tournesol is my nom de plume – Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

Nature’s friend
Savouring fragrance and calm
On a blossom
An interlude
Away from the cacophony
© Tournesol’18/06/10
Written for HaikuHorizons’ prompt: friend & load
With mute compassion
Listens to her unburden
Defines a friend
With mute compassion
In the name of the Father
Hears our confessions
Listens to her unburden
Embracing her in her arms
Whispering, “There, there.”
Defines a friend
intrinsically
Knows when she hurts
© Tournesol ‘18/06/10