
Sunday afternoon
perfect time to give
thanks
Sunday afternoon
praying in His sanctuary
on a park bench
perfect time to give
preparing for a feast
with love
thanks
life, children, family,
friends and so much more
©Tournesol’17/10/08
Poetry ~ Waka

Sunday afternoon
perfect time to give
thanks
Sunday afternoon
praying in His sanctuary
on a park bench
perfect time to give
preparing for a feast
with love
thanks
life, children, family,
friends and so much more
©Tournesol’17/10/08
Reading saves the night (troiku) Daily moments Oc 2/17
Tic toc
The night crawls
Toss and turning
Tic toc
Checking the time
Only 3 :00 AM?!
The night crawls
Light on on my tablet
Catchup on friend’s blogs
Tossing and turning
Anchored in worry
Reading chased away
© Tournesol’17/10/02
temperatures plummet
cool breeze whistles
bonne nuit
temperatures plummet
even the cicadas
nature sleeps
cool breeze whistles
softly
twilight serenade
bonne nuit
catching up
stories of the night
~~~
heatwave lifts
embracing
silence in the home
roar of monsters sleep
until summer
©Tournesol’17/09/28
Daily moments – September 28 2017 silence of the fans
They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.
And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.
After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.
by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by
by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins
sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday
folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie
©Tournesol’17/09/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin


sinking deeper
well of uncertainty
darkness cradles me
sinking deeper
gravity takes control
mocking me
well of uncertainty
taunting me with promise
empty like the well
darkness cradles me
acquiescent and submissive
I sleep
I sleep
fingers pointing
a mother’s look
mocking and contriving
faces in my dreams
cringing with self-doubt
know not what to do
praying to wake up
shrill of morning calling
finally in the greyness
dependable
is my darkness
holding me together
©Tournesol’17/09/26

high school reunion
footloose on the dance floor
cowboy split his pants
©Tournesol’17/09/25

in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker
in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts
shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story
candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

lightning in the sky
warnings
wrapped in darkness
lightning in the sky
like the first of July
nature’s fireworks
warnings
thunderstorm
lights out
wrapped in darkness
candles shedding light
I turn a page
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

wisteria blooms
hanging on
lovers’ tales
wisteria blooms
remembering
their love
hanging on
fragrant yet bittersweet
their last kiss
lovers’ tales
cries echo from the alps
blue moon shedding tears
©Tournesol’17/09/25
crunch underfoot
autumn’s trampoline
giggling children play
©Tournesol’17/09/25
Daily moments September 25,2017 autumn playground