angels of the night (troibun)

The Great Spirit works in mysterious ways, like when I felt a homeless person at the Métro Laurier made me think…maybe, just maybe it was Amma checking to see if I would be more giving. I hightailed back inside the station to give money to that man.

Years ago when I had just moved to a city far from my hometown, I had just left my daughter at the bus terminal and was walking down Yonge Street which is a bit like Ste-Catherine in Montreal. I already missed my family and walking down the street I had not realised that tears were running down my cheeks.  A homeless man standing at his “station for the night” in front of a retired theatre shouted out to me, “Hey, Lady, smile, nothing can be that bad.” I turned around and saw this toothless man, smiling and waved acknowledgement to that kind man. That man who had so little, was encouraging ME.
Tonight I heard about a young boy who passed way beyond his years.A volunteer counsellor accompanied him onto his journey…towards the light. I wonder if the Great Spirit planned this journey at a time the full moon shone on his path. An angel was born, I thought to myself. So many stars are not seen by the naked eye and yet I knew…

Thankfully, the Great Spirit places angels on this earth for a reason, those two homeless men and the volunteer counsellor.

angelic and pure
life goes on
look! a mourning star

angelic and pure
innocence
heaven’s open arms

life goes on
in another world
afterlife

look, a mourning star
please don’t cry
pain-free at last

© Tournesol ’16/04/21

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Day 21 National Poetry Writing Month 2016

O is for oppressed (troibun)

O is for oppressed as a person who may be filled with many worries. This could be someone going through a rough patch for more than just a period in his life. What if it is someone struggling for a longer time?   People at work for example,  may appear sympathetic at first but slowly, one by one they may distance themselves. Family and friends may also give less and less of their time to listen, encourage and just offer a presence. Or perhaps some may minimize the situation not really knowing what to say to “make it all go away”. First of all,  it is not in “others’” power to make it go away but it might be nice to show some compassion.

(troiku)

oppressed
off-putting
on cloud nine

oppressed
feelings of dread
weigh one down

off-putting
look of suffering
can scare one away

on cloud nine
that distant look
hard to read

Imagine a person being shunned because you feel uncomfortable being around doom and gloom. Is it not enough that they are already feeling fraught with worry? What if it is not just a situational issue but a chronic emotional and mental instability they are going through? What if all they need is to feel accepted? What if they cannot even accept themselves or their “perhaps” new circumstance they have no choice but to endure?

I thought this might be something to think about. You know, the next time you tell a colleague something as benign as “Hi! How, how are you?” If you really don’t want to know and you have been seeing their sad face every day for a long time…think twice before adding “How are you?” if you really don’t care to know. A simple “Hi!” and a smile can go a long way too. Be genuine when you say something. Try to think twice when you walk into your workplace and look a person in the eyes when you say that “Hi!”

spring draws giddiness (troibun)

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. 

haiku day april 17

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.

(troiku)

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

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Daily Moments April 17 2017

N is for night crawlers (troibun)

N is for night crawlers that come to life after a warm summer rain. There is nothing more sensual and soothing than rain showers at night. Raindrops fall like ivory keys creating bittersweet melodies.

(troiku)

twilight rain
enticing and sultry
invites night crawlers

twilight rain
subtle drumming
on a tin roof

enticing and sultry
all night long
hypnotic sounds

invites night crawlers
nature’s fragrance lures
droplets kiss the grass

© Tournesol’16/04/16

M is for Marigold (haibun)

a beautiful photo from a wordpress blog at LearningasIgotips

After sowing the seeds for her vegetables, she plants marigolds around her garden. The flowers outline the entire garden like frame embellishes artist’s canvas. The scent wards off unwelcome guests.

warm tawny colours
a floral insignia
“insects keep out!”

© Tournesol’16/04/15

K is for Kite (Haibun)

He walks to the beach with his little guy whose eyes are wide and sparkling. The sun is glowing and there is a gentle breeze. “Just perfect”, his grandfather says.

Clipart – Kite

blues and yellows flap,
waving gently to the clouds
little boy’s first kite

© Tournesol’16/04/13

Blogging from A to Z – K is for Kite

snowless sidewalks (haibun) Daily Moments April 13/16

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

J is for Joy (Troibun)

Life offers many joys. One just has to stop and notice they are here even in the saddest times, under grey clouds and personal strife. She shuffles reflecting on her solitude wistfully aiming for the city park.

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(troiku)
sitting on a park bench
giggling children
joy etched on lips

sitting on a park bench
swallows chirp
telling stories

giggling children
skipping, running joyfully
tag you’re it

joy etched on lips
brings new life
spirit glows

©Tournesol’16/04/12

My haiga for this prompt at Carpe Diem:

park bench

giggling children
swallows telling stories
paints joy on lips

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “new life”

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 12

the tax man (haibun)

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

 

devious lures(haibun)

Crossing the bridge, she looks out the window of the bus and sees most of the ice has liquefied…a patch here and there as a reminder winter kept a stronghold on nature.  What an imposing fellow Mister Winter can be sometimes!

river

last of ice patches
smaller boats trawl the waters
fish fear cunning bait

(c) Tournesol ’16-04-11

Day 11 NaPoWriMo

Haiku Horizons “fear”