burning
under thin filters
I’m melting
burning
through ozone layers
earth is slipping
under thin filters
barely pink
bubbling
I screaming in the night
silent cries
©Tournesol’17/07/24
Daily Moments July 24, 2017 simmering skin (troiku)
Poetry ~ Waka
burning
under thin filters
I’m melting
burning
through ozone layers
earth is slipping
under thin filters
barely pink
bubbling
I screaming in the night
silent cries
©Tournesol’17/07/24
Daily Moments July 24, 2017 simmering skin (troiku)
life
at a standstill
where am I?
life
mine and yours
planets apart
at a standstill
we gaze
different horizons
where am I
detaching
seeking the light
©Tournesol’17/07/23
Daily moments – Am I ready? (Troiku) July 23, 2017
Retrouvailles
A day filled with hope
kindling new beginnings
testing the waters
despite the cracked surface
will the foundation withstand?
©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts
Daily Reflections – July 22 2017 Retrouvailles

A Cherita – Daily Reflections – July 21 2017
summer haze shrouds me
lazy sleep in on my first day off
hugging my pillow with a sigh
soft thumps of a neighbour’s kitten
insistent meow of my queen
purr of surrender
©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts – 2017/07/21
Some eat raspberries and some wear them in full season like a fashion statement. She chuckles at her sense of humour trying to make fun of her summer hives. So much easier to digest when humour sweetens even the most bitter lemon.
succulent raspberries
sweet and juicy
running down her chin
succulent raspberries
filling her whole being
pink spotted legs
sweet and juicy
crunch of the seeds
stuck between her teeth
running down her chin
with a quick flick of the tongue
good to the last drop
©Tournesol`17/07/20
time wasted
churning old and spent
living in your head
time wasted
ten and one different ways
blaming
churning old and spent
no matter how hard you try
same old, same old
living in your head
illusory journeys
your wonderland
©Tournesol’17/07/19
“Today, I visualize myself at peace.”
Misperceptions, misinterpretations and seeing what is not there can lead to confusion and inner turmoil. Listening and being led to the chaos mindsets of others is harmful to inner growth. It feels like living in limbo and never finding an outlet.
Today she is trying to visualize herself at peace. Closing her eyes, she chants her mantra and meditates…
jolt of white light
stir her innards
tranquil repose
©Tournesol’17/07/18

Gazing from afar
in soft whispers – a favourite
love story unfolds
“you are the blue
of skies
that make me dream
of your eyes
you are the pink
of blush
warming my cheeks
when I think
of you
you are the green
of meadows
us – melting into one
a perfect lovers’ scene
you are the wind
off the sea
breathing life into my lungs
you are the red
of blood
running to my heart
you are light
of my life
illuminating total bliss
you are the fire within
that makes me wince with joy
so pure and enduring
left longing for more
you are a vision
just a dream
yet still fills
my whole being
for just a moment
this rumination
still surviving
will always be
and
forever thriving
as I close my eyes
I lay in wait at night
our secret rendezvous
I long for you, my knight
and as I drift away
I see you clear as day
you are the blue of skies
that lost horizon found
held together… bound,
until the sun doth rise.”
©Tournesol’17/07/13
Daily moments of sweet reflections – a lover’s muse July 13, 2017
Sitting on the train coming home it was tricky taking photos since our car was going backwards…it felt like running backwards as I chased sunsets

circles forming
fire falling from the sky
casting shadows
(c) Tournesol’17-07-11
Daily Moments – Chasing sunsets July 11, 2017
Reading a list on Facebook of things we Canadians are known for inspired me to write something today. The 10th item that says each Canadian has frozen his tongue on something metal and lived to talk about it. My grandson’s tongue was stuck on a fudgsicle the other day…I told him to spit on it but he was panicking, so I brought him to the sink and told him to let the water run over his tongue and his fudgsicle, which solved the problem with no scars.
I wish someone had told me growing up how valuable my spit could have been under these circumstances. When I was 7, I was at the top of a wooden slide in our town and leaning over the metal railing, my tongue stuck! It was a cold January day and the kids at the bottom kept screaming to me to do this or that but I panicked and was wailing…so I just yanked that tongue off…OUCH! But you see how well I still remember so I can tell my tale! [Chuckles] Well, that list made me think of the things I was taught growing up.
Birth to 7 years old:
from 8 years old to 18:
What I learned growing up:
A beautiful house is not always a happy home. Money cannot buy happiness no matter how hard you try because it is not outside of you but within. Love hurts only when you hang on to what was not yours to begin with. Souls come and go in our lives for a time, for a reason and some just for a season. Embrace those moments.
Not all Fathers know best. Some men and women can be cruel but don’t give up; their only weakness is being human. Racism is limiting self-growth. The only race that truly exists is the human race.
Children and youths allow you to relive moments you missed out on. Children teach us more than we know. You cannot demand respect from your children if it was not earned in the first place. Children model more on how you behave than by what you say. Older children may break your heart at times but it is not about you, they are struggling on their own path.
Some say you should work to live but not live to work. What if your work is a part of who you are and what you live? Gratitude and appreciation triples your paycheck, passionate about your work quadruples it.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before…yep, that’s true!
Dance like no one is watching. Love like a child with all your heart. It’s worth the risk. Savour those moments and experiences to remember later and perhaps share with your grandchildren. Playing is taking care of your soul. Praying, chanting or meditating keeps you in the present and stops the worrying.
Is there really a generation gap or it’s just priorities and needs differ from one age to the next? Saying, “been there, done that” sometimes rains on another’s parade.
Death is just another journey and it must be pretty awesome since no one wants to come back.
Compassion makes the world turn…be kind to someone today…just a smile will do!
omnipresent beauty
deep under muddy waters
a lotus appears
on the ink black surface
frog on a lily pad
breaking the silence
splashing in the water
a raven caws
©Tournesol’17/07/05
Daily Moments – July 5, 2017 – living beauty (haibun)