filling her belly
fantasies and reveries
catnip and tuna
(c)Tournesol ’18/08/18
the meaning of self-care and self-love (haiga)
Category: Daily moments
Dear Emma (haibun)
I wrote a post this afternoon to you, Emma, but cyberspace was very hungry, I guess, and it ate the whole darn thing! Let’s see. I was telling you about my plans to visit two amazing friends. One I can only see once a year when she comes from Brazil to visit her daughter in Toronto. The other is a friendship that grew over time who I will also be visiting in Ontario.
I met my friend from Brazil through an old boyfriend and we connected immediately. I felt we were like soulmates. I guess there is nothing to explain that…it is a feeling you get with some rare and unique people in a lifetime.
Each time I spend time with this friend, I grow on so many levels. She is an artist as well as a therapist and so since I cannot draw, I paint my canvas with words and am also a counsellor. We have children of similar ages and share starting life over, or ending it (however you want to look at it) on our own, like big girls.
My other friend is brilliant, creative, rational and warm. Where I am touchy freely, she is artistic and a doer. I admire her tenacity and although life has thrown her several curved balls, she has succeeded in ways, I am not sure I could have. Her strength is what also sustains me. We connected first at work and I felt inclined to share my poetry with her right from the beginning. Our friendship just blossomed over time.
After spending time with these two amazing women, on my drive or train ride back home, I feel so inspired and have the urge to write about it. I feel I grow creatively, spiritually, emotionally, intellectually and physically because I feel a bit taller, sticking my chest out and holding my head up high. I so look forward to seeing them both next week.
Well, Emma, I don’t think I told it like it was on my first draft but the essence is there. Thanks for listening, as always.
seasoned minds
sharing life
past and present
past and present
fears and joys shared
future in between
(c) Cheryl-Lynn
finding an angel Troiku
tears trickle
looking out the window
whispering prayers
tears trickle
“I sing a little prayer”
for the Queen of Soul
looking out the window
bus muffles all chagrins
wind kissed my cheek
whispering prayers
an “angel” flies away
setting her free
© Tournesol’18/08/17
the Queen of Soul (troiku) Daily moments August 15/18
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”
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for youForever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever, we never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for youForever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever, we never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me
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
Writer(s): BACHARACH BURT F, DAVID HAL
Solitary fuel A Cherita Daily Moments August 12 2018
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
Daily Moments August 12 2019 Melancholy soulmate Troibun
The sun poked through the drapes of her bedroom but she refused to accept daylight, turning over and allowing the darkness of her duvet to shield her from the living.
She had started a paranormal romance the day before and her dreams were mixed with romance and family stories. It was very confusing as her life intermingled with the novel and frankly, kept her quite busy all night. The darkness is what clung to her mostly and comforted her at the same time.
Finally, she got up and fed her hungry feline friend, made a pot of coffee and sat down to finish the novel. It was a nice escape from her life and her melancholy, her soulmate for many years.
When the sun slipped below the horizon, she shivered slightly and just stared out the window… numb. The silence seemed to sooth her.
(A Troiku)
wrapped in darkness
tending to her solitude
soft grey grimness
wrapped in darkness
finally
seeing light
tending to her solitude
enveloped in safety
quietude
soft grey grimness
like a dear old friend
comforting her
(c) Tournesol ’18/09/12
Daily Moments August 12 2019 Melancholy soulmate Troibun
Daily moments escaping dreams August 11 2018 (troibun)
At four in the morning, she rose with a huge sigh of relief looking around her bedroom. Her thoughts still in her adventuresome dream. She lay back, hoping to find some peace. Tossing and turning her feline friend left her side for a calmer bed.
A piercing alarm startled her awake and she lay quietly trying to collect herself. Was this a dream she had? Someone was trying to kill her and the environment was so chaotic. Suddenly it became a beauty salon with clothes scattered on the floor. All was quite frightening until an old friend she had not seen in a decade walks in nonchalantly. He remains quiet yet the atmosphere felt safer.
dreams
chasing her
slumber’s clutch
dreams
turning
into nightmares
chasing her
running frantically
in thin air
slumber’s clutch
changing screenplays
amid sleep cycles
© Tournesol ‘18/09/11
Daily moments escaping dreams August 11 2018
Daily moments – end of week treat (haibun)
Daily reflections end of week treat Haibun
This week has not been easy at work and I only had 3 days to work!! Today is day 3 and it is a little better. With the heat and humidity, our office, again, was stuck with no AC. Yep, that is correct. The building manager sent a maintenance guy up on Tuesday who I saw up on a ladder checking out the ceiling. His prognosis (if I can call it that) was that someone in our office called up a maintenance guy to SHUT OFF all the vents. Really?!! That is the friggin[I am so polite to say friggin] excuse they gave us.
And so I have an industrial fan next to my workstation that is constantly on. Can you imagine the sound of that while taking calls? I mean these are often crisis calls. Well, Tuesday, I was feeling ill slowly and finally stayed even an hour late but when I got home, I was so happy to be in my AC cooled apartment and this year I even have one in my bedroom. But Wednesday morning, I was not feeling too good…I kept snoozing the alarm and finally got up at noonish and got to work 5 mins late. I had supervision as soon as I was getting in to boot. Fortunately, I do have a very understanding supervisor. He got it that the hot humid weather is affecting me especially my migraines. By the end of the shift it was getting about two degrees cooler…like 26 to 27C and no longer 29.
Today was the same struggle getting up as I had another migraine. I kept snoozing the phone at least 10 times. I know , silly, right?! Even my cat, Bette, was getting agitated jumping onto my bed meowing and insisting I start paying attention to her before I left for work. So I finally got up, and decided not to make a lunch but just bring fruit and treat myself tonight during my lunch break (lunch means between 5pm. To 7pm for evening workers).
And so here I am sitting at the Green Panther savouring a Falafel with a cuppa coffee with soy milk and the piece de resistance is my Chewapy cookie which is shortbread with cashew and cranberries. I will bring that back to the office and in between calls or my last break I will inhale with my coffee. A really nice way to finish off my work week.
Sipping java
Breaking away from a sad call
Inspired to write
© Tournesol ’18–09-09
Plain Jane (troibun) Daily moments Aug.9/18
It was another hot and humid day. Commuters boarded the bus one by one, quiet and as soon as one sat down, they slid open a window next to or above them. Even open, there was no air. One older woman sat at the back and got her oriental fan out. The woman continued fanning until the bus crossed the bridge and a slight breeze came off the river.
Another woman who had sat on the side changed seat to sit higher up. Perhaps to be closer to the window and feel a bit of wind. A piece of brown hand paper was sticking out of her nose. It looked like she was trying to control a nosebleed. Her wet shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She had extra big sunglasses on. There was something about her. It looked like she had black eyeliner and it was a really thick line. She looked stoic, not reading or listening to music like many commuters…just staring out the window in front of her.
Just as the bus entered the terminal, the blonde tilted to the left and one could see she had a very black eye and it was not makeup. Getting off the bus, she disappeared in a sea of commuters.
Hidden in a crowd
One in a million faces
Nameless
Hidden in a crowd
Unnoticed
To each his own
One in a million faces
Who can pick out the victims
Suffering in silence
Nameless
Feeling safe playing Plain Jane
No one sees her
©Tournesol ’18-09-08
Daily moments Plain Jane. Troibun
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – we are asked to write a Troiku created by Chevrefeuille.`
Daily Moments – August 6/18 sleepless summer nights (troiku)
Mid-summer night
Only weeping willows sleep
lulled by cicadas
Mid-summer night
On stars feel a breeze
Little Prince smiles
Only weeping willows sleep
Still, like their tenants
Mother’s resting ground
Lulled by cicadas
Nature’s lullaby
Hoot of an owl
(c) Tournesol ’18/09/06
Daily Moments – August 6/18 sleepless summer nights (troiku)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 