Starting on a high
leftover from a day of grace
pent-up energy
pent-up energy
listening to their grief
easing their pain
© Tournesol’16/05/09
Daily Moments ~ Pent-up energy May 9 2016
Poetry ~ Waka
Starting on a high
leftover from a day of grace
pent-up energy
pent-up energy
listening to their grief
easing their pain
© Tournesol’16/05/09
Daily Moments ~ Pent-up energy May 9 2016
Flowers and scented creams, bubble bath and loving company …to start with! Almost four hours setting up her elliptical exerciser, she has set in front of her patio window and then off to a Brazilian restaurant where meats are served on a stick …sirloin, lamb, bacon turkey, pork loin, chicken, filet mignon and roast beef…over and over and over they serve and just around dessert time… warm pineapple with brown sugar and cinnamon on a stick two dancers perform on each floor inviting patrons to join them.

a special card
words that melt a mother’s heart
would have been enough
©Tournesol’16/05/08
Daily Moments Mother’s Day May 8/16
Having cleaned the windows yesterday, she thought this would make life more enjoyable; yet, watching her dear friend try to jump at birds in flight, she had to slide the window to leave a three-inch gap, so her friend wouldn’t fall through the screen.

teasing sparrows
sashaying back and forth
restless feline whines
(c) Tournesol’16-05-07
Daily Moments May 7 2016 Teasing sparrows

peering out
sees golden glow
on blue canvas
time to wash the windows
shed all winter’s grime
giggles
laughing with glee
made the window squeal
peering out
the grass is definitely
greener
who the heck needs a tele?!
nature bids the perfect show
(c) Tournesol’16-05-06
Daily Moments May 6 2016
The artist was excited as she hung her last canvas for her vernissage at the local public library. She was always impressed at the amount of people who showed up on weekends, rain or shine for these humble viewings. Under each canvas she went around to tape on the wall a haiku her niece sister had written , adding subtle and thoughtful meaning to her art.
light of day fades
fragmented promises
slip away
light of day fades
thoughts that once, seemed important
seem to disappear
fragmented promises
never had
the time of day
slip away
unfulfilled promises
just can’t turn back time
©Tournesol’16/04/26
Blogging from A to Z Challenge
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

She had rented a car for the weekend. Rather than get her usual economical car like a Hyundai Accent or Nissan Versa, the manager offered her a Fiat because she mentioned how she missed her old Renaud V and this was about the same size. But, the Fiat was rented already and he offered her the VW Beetle. She thought of the first car her sister drove in the early ‘70’s. Yep, they had had good times in that are driving in snowstorms to go shopping or get to a hairdresser’s appointment in a town 30 km away. She remembers fondly a photo she has of her sister and nephew in front of the dark blue VW Beetle with a lime green flower painted on the front hood. Yes those were the days of flower power.

Three hours before returning the car, she drove to a mall to look for running shoes, but with her large feet she could not find anything that fit comfortably. She stopped at a florist and picked a bright orange flower and added green flora and leaves since it was her mother’s favourite colour. She looked at the arrangement and was pleased with the finished product until she arrived at the cemetery and saw such beautiful flora arrangements. She made a mental note to choose larger flowers. Mom would have liked to stand out more.
She went to fetch water to pour into the vase, hoping the flowers would remain beautiful for a week or two. On Mother’s day, she thought out loud, she would rent a car again and bring her a lovely arrangement.
As she placed the flowers in the vase over the gravesite, she noticed one green flower kept pointing towards the highway away from the front. She chuckled at that thinking that her mom was probably giving her a message. She had chosen this plot facing the highway going towards her favourite shopping mall. Her mother DID love to shop until we all dropped and she was still going.
Maybe it was the sunny day or all the beautiful flowers at different gravesites, but she felt sadder than other times she had been in the other visits here.

filled with budding love
empty heart
missing her mama
filled with budding love
green petals
her favourite colour
empty heart
one day they will meet
fulfilled shall she be
missing her mama
loving was second nature
‘til death shall she feel
© Tournesol’16/04/24Na
NaPoWriMo’16/04/24

As an extra to NaPoWriMo 2016, I noticed on Facebook, it is Haiku Day on the 17th day of April in this National Poetry Month.

Here is my Troibun …
Spring is definitely here! It was the warmest it has been since last September at 20 C!! Walking in that glowing sun even as late as 1:30, my heart felt so light! Watching people out and about, some even wearing sandals and sleeveless dresses, you could not help but catch the fever of spring.
blowing hair
in the wind
wearing flip-flops
blowing hair
sunglasses kiss my face
shading my eyes
in the wind
birds coasting on the tail end
getting a free ride
wearing flip-flops
premature sundresses
giddy with life
© Tournesol’16/04/17
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 17

Daily Moments April 17 2017
I wrote this as an extra L is for Leave and interestingly, there are many meanings…

totally absorbed
child twirls his shoelaces
shouts “leave me alone”
shouts “leave me alone”
trying for the third time
sighing – mommy smiles
****
mix of leaves
gold, amber and red
carpets the front lawn
****
GrandMaman squints
shoulders hunched over
reading my tea leaves
reading my tea leaves
heart glows with hope
promise of a child
promise of a child
reality blossoms one day
takes a leave of absence
takes a leave of absence
unknown return to work date
savouring her new role
© Tournesol’16/04/14
Daily Moments April 14 2014 Leave (Haiku)
Walking out the door this morning a strong scent of lilacs hit her. She looks all around on her walk to the bus looking for a lilac tree …
mysterious scents
invisible but fragrant
budding lilacs
walks with a spring in her heels
click click in those fancy shoes
©Tournesol’16/04/13
Daily Moment April 13 16
Government agencies and financial institutions work like robots. They are like gigantic calculating machines that never see names but numbers. We are all numbers. They send mail to a deceased person even 14 months after their passing…establishments neglecting to correct records even if family members spend hours getting that done on the phone, in person and by registered mail. This time of year used to be dreaded by many who may owe money but for her, it is just dreaded to be reminded that this person is no longer here and when she gets mail, she can’t even write on the envelope “return to sender”.
the tax man
chases everyone this month
dead or alive
© Tournesol ’16/04/12
Daily Moments – April 12 2016