6 o’clock train (troibun)

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I grew up in the ‘50’s and lived by the train tracks where you would hear shunting of freight trains and whistles throughout the day. When I was first married, in the early 70’s my husband and I lived by the train station, again we too felt the vibration of the long cargo train especially late at night. Trains were a way of life in our small town and still, these freight trains impact and at times oppress the lives of the residents.

This reminds me of a typical day in the late 1950’s where shows like Father’s Knows Best was a popular television show…

cooking supper
window shakes
6 o’clock train

cooking supper
children whine they’re hungry
train whistles

window shakes
pot of stew boils over
shrill screeches

6 o’clock train
children squeal with joy
Daddy’s home!
(c) Tournesol’18

Written for Heeding  Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

The above poem is a Troiku, a new form of haiku created by your host, Chevrefeuille. To know more about it, click here.

Mister Postman (troibun)

 

Last night she went on a journey into the past. She had discovered her late mother’s old love letter from 1969.  She felt she was there next her mom, waiting for her to stop writing so she could go to bed. She was in her last year of high school. She slept with her mother in Grandmaman’s bedroom. Since her older sister was now living and working in Montreal, she no longer had to share the furnace…her old bedroom.

She remembers how her mother fell in love so quickly with her first lover after her parents’ separation…and she fell hard too! She recalls how part of her was worried and did not want her mother hurt; she was so fragile. Another part was jealous…well just a little since it had been her mother, her sister and her sister braving the world for so long. She remembers falling under his spell six months later because he was so good to her mother and treated her like a princess. Soon he became a proud father to her as well.

She read another set of letters mailed to her mother…all from her new lover. Such declarations of pure love. It warmed her heart. The last letter was dated April 30, 1969. Was this a coincidence to be reading these later exactly 49 years later to the day?

She wished she had kept her old  letters from her first crush. She was only 13 and he was 17. It was so exciting waiting day after day for the mail to come. She also wrote letters to her best friend who spent the summer at her cottage by the lake. Time moved slower then. You had time to write five, six or ten pages to a friend. Not many could phone even of it was just 20 kilometres  away. In those days long distance bills were very expensive and her mother and grandmother could not afford such luxuries! But still, it was a more romantic time…spending hours by the turntable listening to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.

Sitting on the porch
Waiting patiently
Mister Postman

Sitting on the porch
Watching butterflies
Kissing daffodils

Waiting patiently
Cat hides behind the bush
Eyeing his prey

Mister Postman
Carrying a bag of joy
P.S. I Love You

(c) Tournesol’18/04/30

Daily Moments – City of Mourning Stand Together – April 27 2018

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grief-stricken
dreams of what was home
shattered in one blow

grief stricken
lost and confused
a city in mourning

dreams of what was home
hear the trees that shudder
echoes of lost lives

shattered in one blow
yet,consoling each other
they’ve come together

© Tournesol ’18

Thinking of my neighbours in Toronto…

Daily Moments – City of Mourning Stand Together – April 27 2018

 

Daily Moments April 10 2018   Possessive Winter (troiku)

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blue skies tell a lie
holding us hostage
winter won’t let go

blue skies tell a lie
disillusion of springtime
still on the hope shelf

holding us hostage
like pride and prejudice
human failings

winter won’t let go
like a jilted lover
living in the past

(c) Tournesol ‘18/04/10 Daily Moments

Daily Moments April 5 2018. – surviving fool’s jokes (Troiku)

(C)Clr’18 snow bank at Champlain Mall

Blowing winds
Frigid air and scattered snow
April fool lingers

Blowing winds
Bending trees and scattered branches
Anger in the skies

Frigid air and scattered snow
Winter coats out of storage
When will winter end?

April fool lingers
Resilient and determined
We shall still survive

(c) Tournesol ‘18-04-05

Good Friday (troiku) Daily Moments

©Clr`18 My rosary

never alone
today He made sure of that
all is forgiven

never alone
look up at the night sky
stars speak in sign

today He made sure of that
the greatest sacrifice
for all mankind

all is forgiven
He is within your heart
you ARE worthy

©Tournesol ’18/03/31   Good Friday  (Troiku)

Daily Moments March 31 2018

Daily Moments fool s journey Troibun

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She tossed and turned throughout the night; her mind was filled with do’s and should’s. A cluttered mind is like a cluttered house. Time to clear out the closets, empty drawers and sort out the junk from the good. How often do we hold something in our hands and ponder for a split second and end up tossing it in a drawer or the bottom of a closet? Often times between season’s change, that same item is found and tossed into the trash. Ah, yes, she finds a cluttered mind is often a sign it is time to do some serious spring cleaning…how therapeutic it can be and at the same time, a clean home is her reward.

cluttered minds
toss and turn all thru the night
spring approaches

cluttered minds
dust bunnies and bread crumbs
hanging on to yore

toss and turn all thru the night
cat chasing its tail
hoot of the night owl

spring approaches
out with the old making room
a renaissance

© Tournesol ‘18/03/17 Daily Moments fool s journey Troibun

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille; I termed the haibun of a Troiku, a troibun.

Sunday reflections (troibun) Daily Moments March 4, 2018

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Walking on her usual path to the bus stop, she rolls  her beaded bracelet with two fingers, whispering. At first she looks up at the sky, then notices the trees and branches waving shyly. Images of Amma floats in front of her, smiling…always smiling. Her mind is like a field of bumper cars going, coming and crashing. She has to slow down and whisper louder to block the distractions that clutter her mind.

Amma is known for her embrace but also for her compassion and humanitarianism

After several series, she is in her own world, sitting on the bus, watching the ice patches floating on the Saint Lawrence. Another mega bridge is being built parallel to the one the bus is crossing. All those men working in the cold. She shivers at the thought.

clouds holding secrets
Mother Nature knows
Snow, rain or hail

clouds holding secrets
Chaos in the world
Tears from heaven

Mother Nature knows
How it will all end
Sins we committed

Snow, rain or hail
March wavers tween two seasons
always be prepared

 

© Tournesol’18/03/04

Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt is hail

Daily Moments – Sunday reflections – (troibun) A troibun is a term I use to term a haibun but rather than having haiku within the text, I have a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai

winter contemplation (troiku) Daily Moments Feb 17 2018

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icicles
crack under morning sun
these aging bones

icicles
frozen
stand at attention

crack under morning sun
listen
the river sings

these aging bones
branches seized
waiting for spring

©Tournesol’18/02/17

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Daily Moments – winter contemplation  February 17 2018

 

February 8 2018. Daily Moments – California goodbyes

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