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

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.

©Clr`15/12/08
©Clr`15/12/08

(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

daisies (Troibun) Day 8 of NaPoWriMo

© OliG'15 (Gaspé - marguerite)
© OliG’15 (Gaspé – marguerite)

She loves the daisy, her favourite of all flowers. Each petal represents the multiplicity of her personality…ever changing and growing throughout life.

(troiku)

wild daisies
pure and innocent
free spirited

wild daisies
petals on the surface
loves me – loves me not

pure and innocent
searching for petals beneath
yet, undiscovered

free spirited
with or without you
still stands strong

© Tournesol ’16/04/08

Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month – the suggested prompt was to honour a flower

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E is for Emerald (Troibun) Day 6 NaPoWriMo

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E is for Emerald and my mom’s favourite colour was green makes this post all the more meaningful.   When I think of the word “emerald” however, I also think of Emerald City in the land of Oz which was the famous dream of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.  I was quite surprised when I read that this children`s book was published in 1900, written by Frank Baum and illustrated  by W. W. Denslow.  If you look at the illustrations, you can see the characters in the movie (1939) were pretty darn close.

Every October the movie played on television when I was growing up and my father would call my sister and me to come watch the movie with him and my mother. It was a tradition, sort of like The Sound of Music was with my children and other holiday classics.

Ah that Emerald City was the place where Dorothy would get all her problems resolved and get home to Kansas. How I loved her red patent leather shoes!! And the famous phrase was on the lips of many after a long trip, “There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home.”

No matter how many times I saw the movie, each time I would still fear that wicked old witch and her soldiers and those trees too!!! Oh, my goodness!!

I never realized how much that movie became a part of me until I was a young adult and read The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty and every night I was so scared of the devil (being Catholic we actually feared being possessed!) for three months after reading this book, I would cross my arms over my chest and repeat “I don’t believe in the power of the devil, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t” I became the Lion that lacked courage at 20 years old!  I never could see the movie…if ever it was television and I turned the channel on that movie by mistake, just a few seconds hearing a deep voice coming out of that little girl, I would have nightmares for days!  Yep, that’s how scared I was.

Emerald City was such a place to be and I loved the part where Dorothy is getting all prettied up ( my mother being a hairdresser made it  even more meaningful).  My mother loved Judy Garland (who played Dorothy) and even when her dementia was very advanced, I would sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow and her eyes came back to life.

Photo: Cheryl-Lynn Dec 2013, Montreal
Photo: Cheryl-Lynn Dec 2013, Montreal on my way home to the Métro

(troiku)

Emerald City
somewhere over the rainbow
dancing with Mom

Emerald City
answer to all your wishes
come true

somewhere over the rainbow
leprechauns fight over
a pot of gold

dancing with Mom
turning back the clock
unforgettable

© Tournesol’16/04/06

© Clr '14 Colombe (Mom)
© Clr ’14 Colombe (Mom)

Day 6 NaPoWriMo

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Blogging from A to Z

Interestingly as I was looking for a word synonymous with never forgotten, I heard the voice of Nat King Cole crooning “unforgettable” in my mind, and just knew, Mom was near me at this very moment.

 

 

 

B is for Burst, budding (Blogging from A to Z Challenge) troibun

What a sight to see those dark clouds in the late afternoon!  She thought for sure there would be a thunderstorm.  She waited with anticipation since the sun was still out, there would surely be a rainbow. And so, she waited…

golden afternoon

soleil étincelant
malgré nuages menaçants
la lumière emporte

 

b is for burst of sunshine

burst of golden sun
despite foreboding clouds
light shall prevail

burst of golden sun
quenching spring growths
budding promise

despite foreboding clouds
none to fear, but
cleansing rain

light shall prevail
shimmering diamond flecks,
morning dew

© Tournesol’16/04/02

Daily Moments April 2 2016  Burst of sunshine   troibun

Written for Blogging from A to Z

a creative process (troibun)

Late evenings she sits at her antique desk waiting. It was a test of patience that her creative mind endured every night.

by the window
holds her mother’s vintage pen
under lit candle

by the window
signs of a summer’s breeze
a flame flutters

holds her mother’s vintage pen
waiting for her muse to write
words of her own

under lit candle
waits to untangle letters,
like a magic potion

© Tournesol’16/04/01

Written for 5 words prompted at the Secret Keeper:
TEST | POTION | MUSE | OWN | SIGN |

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A is for Azure (blogging from A to Z)

Blogging from A to Z is ON!! I will be using this challenge sometimes,  as my Daily Moments to write waka…either a haibun, troibun or simply a troiku or cascading haiku…

Two days of rain and I still refuse to let that shade my mood when azure skies were so breathtaking Easter Sunday…ah to sit on the deck at my daughter’s home and pretend I was 30 something and the kids were little. Me on the deck worshiping the sun, the kids in the sandbox…life was so darn simple then or that is what I feel thinking back. Was it really simple? I sure enjoyed relaxing and even dipping my bare feet in the sand. Making mud pies was fun too!

(troiku)
feet soaking in mud
feeling such simple pleasures
precious memories

feet soaking in mud
twitching toes giggling
with delight

feeling such simple pleasures
warmth of golden sun
in that azure sky

precious memories
set forever
in stone

© Tournesol ’16/04/01

Daily Moments – Azure (troibun)

Blogging from A to Z – A is for Azure

lovers’ dreams (troibun)

Walking with a spring in her feet, she chanted softly feeling so free.  People sitting on park benches…couples confabulating

(troiku)

golden glow
love is in the air
faces flushed

golden glow
radiance
at is best

love is in the air
l’air du printemps
amour du jour

faces flushed
fanaticising
erotic bliss

© Tournesol ’16/03/30

Daily Moments ~ March 30, 2016  lovers’ dreams

remembering Good Friday (troibun)

It is 18:16 and she can’t help but be reminded, He died over three hours ago over almost two thousand years ago. It has rained off and on today and it still remains cloudy…as it it should…

©Clr`16
©Clr`16

seems fitting
skies weep
as it should

seems fitting
raindrops mimicking
a mother’s sorrow

skies weep
mourning her son
wailing

as it should
Good Friday revisited
when sons die

She can’t help but be reminded of my best friend’s recent loss, January 28th…her son…she imagines every mother who has lost a son, every sibling who has lost a brother…loss of a cousin, nephew…and on and on and on…they feel the pain.

© Tournesol’16/03/25

moody mother (troibun ~ haiga)

Well, what will it be today…weather forecasters are like gamblers, never really knowing what to predict…wind, cold but the test is who will foresee kinds of precipitations these days… She prepares her bag before going to work adding safety measures to be able to challenge the moods of Mother Nature.

snowpath

(troiku)

spring elements
white powdered footpaths
unpredictable

spring elements
moments of gusty winds
streams of golden rays

white powdered footpaths
clings to the past in silence
no one’s listening

unpredictable
cruel and vindictive
like a scorned lover

© Tournesol ’16/03/24

Daily Moments ~ March 24  2016 ~Moody Mother  (Troibun)