autumn
turns the page
birds fly away
another season
leaves are falling one by one
saying goodbye
(c) Tournesol '19/08/26
Daily Moments Aug 26 2019 au revoir
Category: Haiku
hope for our future ~ August 21 2019
where has all the passion gone?
values and ideals
pushing you forward
once upon a time
you made a difference
where are you now?
ads boasting
a cause
a service
actors pretending to care
where has all the passion gone?
hungry children
desperate mothers
parents searching answers
ALL
represent our future
where is all the help?
I can’t help notice
posts on social networks
where agencies show off their deeds
I recognize some of these people
and wonder,
Do they really fucking care?
If they were paid just a little less
would they still be so impressed?
I look at ads and articles
media coverage of this and that
important people
acting like they care
they have a cause that counts
but is that just an act?
What drives these people
IF it’s true?
can dollars barter with passion?
what drives people to act and help?
what truly motivates?
Is…
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this side of the glass Haibun Daily moments August 23 2019
Funny how insulated one becomes when confined indoors. Insulated rather than isolated because it feels safe. Only the hum of her air purifier and soft snores of her cat keep her company. Looking out the window, leaves flutter with life, birds communicate from tree to tree and yet here, it’s like a different world. It’s safe here and no expectations from anyone.
She was up most of the night coughing and once that was calmed temporarily, little hammers started doing their thing just to make her life less boring. She finally managed to sleep a few more hours in the morning and her hacking cough startled even her. Another week before any doctor would consider giving her medication or believe that her lungs were clogged. She could hear a rumble when she inhaled and a faint whistle from her chest when she exhaled. She wasn’t too worried but annoyed that it had been disturbing her sleep all week.
Fortunately, she had been on vacation this passed week, so rest was the main remedy and she took advantage of that.
a different world
moving outside her window
rushing here and there
I spy with my little eye
on this side of the glass
© Tournesol ’19-08-23
tragic losses (troibun)
It is tragic when depression wraps a person so tight with layers and layers of prickly wool. A person falls victim to that predator who distorts their lens and forges their vision seeing no way out.
lost in the darkness
never sees the right bend
veiled from the light
lost in the darkness
never thought there was help
suffering alone
never seeing the right bend
turned to the left
that cul-de-sac
veiled from the light
obscurity snickers
`til that last breath
© Tournesol ’16/05/10
Daily Moments ~ tragic loss May 10 2016
hope for our future ~ August 21 2019
where has all the passion gone?
values and ideals
pushing you forward
once upon a time
you made a difference
where are you now?
ads boasting
a cause
a service
actors pretending to care
where has all the passion gone?
hungry children
desperate mothers
parents searching answers
ALL
represent our future
where is all the help?
I can’t help notice
posts on social networks
where agencies show off their deeds
I recognize some of these people
and wonder,
Do they really fucking care?
If they were paid just a little less
would they still be so impressed?
I look at ads and articles
media coverage of this and that
important people
acting like they care
they have a cause that counts
but is that just an act?
What drives these people
IF it’s true?
can dollars barter with passion?
what drives people to act and help?
what truly motivates?
Is the passion still there?
or are all these people who I see
like minions on political campaigns
do they even fucking care?
where are their values and ideals
what truly pushes one forward?
once upon a time
some of you actually made a difference
where are you all now?
am I blind or just too synical?
perhaps a bit of both
why do the ones who care just leave?
do they pick up a brand new cause
invest their heart and soul…again?
I hope this is but a halting spell
to catch your breath
start over again
I have to believe in this way
so I can live another day
with faith in our humanity.
those values and ideals
that keep pushing you forward
once upon a time, will come back
a time you made a difference
I have to feel you will come back
because all life form matters.
weeping
seeking hope for living
under the willow
(c) Tournesol ’21/08/2019
Daily moments – August 21, 2019
Daily moments les saules | willows August 19 2019
Inspired by Paul Militaru’s photograph
un abri discret
pour ces têtes-à-têtes
sous les saules
discreet shelter
for those intimate meetings
under willows
© Tournesol ’19-08-19
Daily Moments ~ hear the breeze ~ troiku ~ August 16 2019
Tween seasons are the best…end of summer opens windows and turns off air conditioners, reminding us of the beauty of natural sounds [minus the cars during rush hour].
finally
listen to the wind
softly whispering
finally
open windows
fresh air
listen to the wind
cicadas do their shrill
how peaceful!
softly whispering
“remember your Hail Mary’s”
can’t help but smile
© Tournesol ‘19/08/16
Daily Moments hear the breeze troika August 16 2019
whining kind of day [tanka ~ senryu] Daily Moments August 16 2019
cooler air
in the forecast
with high humidity
cracks override the soft breeze
oh my aching bones!
head ready to burst
scratchy throat and runny nose
damn summer cold!
© Tournesol ‘19/08/16
Daily moments August 16th whining kind of day
Chapter 2 of Emily’s autobiography (troibun)
Emily does not remember much of the unpleasant and scary for some reason. It’s like ghosts in the back of her brain. The good, happy, loving images are so vivid and when the ghosts try to poke at her and get to the forefront, she is never sure what is real. The details are blurred. She sees a little girl sitting on the steps at the back of her house, sulking or weeping for “no reason”.
“I’ll give you something to really cry about!” screams in her brain…a buckle on a belt flashes and then blackness.
Recalling unpleasant and scary is like trying to pick up a lost penny on the pavement with your toes.
Then feeling the warm, loving hugs and her soothing voice…remembering her comforting embrace is her safety net.
memories
floating in and out
dream catcher
memories
fragmented stories
and blurred lines
floating in and out
latching on like…
bloodsuckers
dream catcher
recalling soothing hues
tangible – love
(c) tournesol ’19/08/15
What would you write in Chapter 2 of your life story?
on letting go …a cherita and haiku
(a cherita)
piling into tired vessels
inequity tears the sails
weary canvas fails
sea engulfs each evil deed
greedy and voracious
quenched with every nightmare
~
aquarius moon so full and bright
beams light up the sea
watching ancient sins
sinking to dark depths
way beneath the sea
labroides feast
(haiku)
nightmares capsize
into the cold dark sea
death becomes them
(c) Tournesol ’19/08/15
Daily moments – reflections on letting go and change – August 15th, full moon
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