Nature’s fancy
Clouds make way for golden star
After the rainfall
Day ends like a renaissance
Gentle breeze on my cheek
(c) Tournesol’18/05/27
Daily Moments – May 27, 2018. Mother Nature’s whim (tanka)
Category: Tournesol dans un jardin
Dear Emma, May 21/18 ( haibun)
Dear Emma,
I finally got off my fanny and went out to do a few errands today. After three days of resting, icing several parts of my body, it was time to move or else it will be worse for me. I found 5 fun exercises to strengthen my calves, knees and thighs. I did a few today but have to check that video since I don’t know them by heart yet.
I walked to my pharmacie first but when I approached and noticed not ONE car in the parking lot, I realized that it is a holiday today. But of course [she slips her forehead with her hand] it is la Fete des Patriotes or for outside of Quebec it is May 24 or Victoria weekend. Regardless on what you want to call it, it is the first long weekend where many people drive out to cottage country. Some go camping and I remember in Toronto there were amazing fireworks but there are none here in Quebec. Since Quebec changed the name of the holiday to Patriots Day, you would think they could celebrate that at least…but what do I know.
I decided to walk over to Super C which is a much cheaper grocery store than Metro and picked up more than a few things since they are finally getting a good selection of organic food as well as gluten free products as about 30% cheaper than Metro. So I will walk that extra 1 km for sure now. I had to stop piling things in my basket figuring. How much would fit in my 2 bags and backpack.
Walking a bit slower back, I stopped in front of Mikes Restaurant thinking they would be closing soon as in the winter they often closed at 8pm due to lack of customers. Well, to my delight it is busy and so here I am typing a little message to Emma, sipping my Belgian Moon and waiting for my seafood poutine! Okay, so it is not too healthy but it IS gluten free [she chuckles to herself].
Tomorrow I have an appointment with my podiatrist for my achy toe and feet, then off downtown Montreal to my first appointment with a new chiropractor. I am told she has a holistic approach and I am praying she can treat me for my knees and perhaps my shoulders and neck too. Anything is better than what my GP is doing …which is nothing.
Gotta go now and finish my savoury dinner. Thanks for listening, Emma
twilight dinner
savouring seafood delights
sipping Belgian Moon
(c) Tournesol’ ‘18/05/21
P S for you newbies who do not know who Emma is, she is my personal journal I have been writing to for the past five years on another blog.
weary night (troiku) Daily Moments – May 17/18
hobbling home
stars lost in clouds
still – lilacs greet me
hobbling home
thumbing pensively
my mala beads
stars lost in clouds
darkness fills the air
spilling weariness
still – lilacs greet me
scents that send me faraway
in my childhood
© Tournesol ‘18/05/17
A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at CarpDiemHaikuKai
A Cherita – early rise – daily moments May 17 2018
it’s midnight and still not home
early rise at seven in the morning but well worth the effort
starting a new chapter in our work history
Communication is key
open to hear each other, essential
there is no “I” in team
(c) Cheryl-Lynn ‘18/05/17
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Mister Postman (troibun)
Last night she went on a journey into the past. She had discovered her late mother’s old love letter from 1969. She felt she was there next her mom, waiting for her to stop writing so she could go to bed. She was in her last year of high school. She slept with her mother in Grandmaman’s bedroom. Since her older sister was now living and working in Montreal, she no longer had to share the furnace…her old bedroom.
She remembers how her mother fell in love so quickly with her first lover after her parents’ separation…and she fell hard too! She recalls how part of her was worried and did not want her mother hurt; she was so fragile. Another part was jealous…well just a little since it had been her mother, her sister and her sister braving the world for so long. She remembers falling under his spell six months later because he was so good to her mother and treated her like a princess. Soon he became a proud father to her as well.
She read another set of letters mailed to her mother…all from her new lover. Such declarations of pure love. It warmed her heart. The last letter was dated April 30, 1969. Was this a coincidence to be reading these later exactly 49 years later to the day?
She wished she had kept her old letters from her first crush. She was only 13 and he was 17. It was so exciting waiting day after day for the mail to come. She also wrote letters to her best friend who spent the summer at her cottage by the lake. Time moved slower then. You had time to write five, six or ten pages to a friend. Not many could phone even of it was just 20 kilometres away. In those days long distance bills were very expensive and her mother and grandmother could not afford such luxuries! But still, it was a more romantic time…spending hours by the turntable listening to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
Sitting on the porch
Waiting patiently
Mister Postman
Sitting on the porch
Watching butterflies
Kissing daffodils
Waiting patiently
Cat hides behind the bush
Eyeing his prey
Mister Postman
Carrying a bag of joy
P.S. I Love You
(c) Tournesol’18/04/30
Daily Moments April 10 2018 Possessive Winter (troiku)
blue skies tell a lie
holding us hostage
winter won’t let go
blue skies tell a lie
disillusion of springtime
still on the hope shelf
holding us hostage
like pride and prejudice
human failings
winter won’t let go
like a jilted lover
living in the past
(c) Tournesol ‘18/04/10 Daily Moments
time flies (haibun)
Last week I was at the dentist and I overheard a little 3 yr old refusing to let the dental hygienist clean her teeth and it brought me back to times I would let my grandson brush my teeth so I could brush his…seems like yesterday!
time.
it all depends on who you asks
Is it slow or fast?
©Tournesol’18/03/31
City streets ( a cherita)
Staggers on city streets dilated pupils
Leaning on folks pleading for twonies
Women and seniors look away warily
Begging turns to taunting
Pedestrians shrink away
Looking for a peaceful place
Today I was walking downtown on St Catherine Street in Montreal and a panhandler was harassing people on the sidewalk, leaning in close to them, blocking their way so they could not walk and I started walking a bit slower to be closer to other pedestrians. Then I noticed he was harassing an elderly man walking with a cane. The man lifted his cane out of desperation and froze a moment telling the man to stop bothering him. I stopped walking and watched to make sure the man was safe,cell in hand ready to call 911. [I was kicking myself for not having a can of hair spray or pepper spray in my pocket]. Finally the panhandler went onto another pedestrian.
I went into the Eaton Centre and walked towards the food court and crossed the man with the cane. I told him I was happy he was able to get away from that man who was bothering him. “Oh, you saw that, did you?” He seemed pleased that he was actually not alone for those tense moments. I felt an immediate bond…older folks feeling a bit intimidated with situations due to our age and inability to run away fast enough.
(C) Tournesol’18-03-29
Daily Moments. March 10/18. Goodness always reigns (Haibun)
Everyone needs a place to unload their burdens, their sorrows and pain. One must find a way to rejuvenate each morsel of compassion and move on to another day.
Her mind is in a haze
Thoughts flutter,
Fly away
To another hemisphere
A land of superlatives
Where grass is greener
Than emerald stones
The sky is bluer
Than her children’s eyes
The earth is heaven
Blossoms opening
At each sunrise
If only
She could write
Find the words
share with the world
So precious is this haven
Delicious are each berry
Trees carry leaves of silk
Dandelions smell so sweet
Who knew
Such places could exist?
Was this a dream?
Aw but no time to pinch
Awakening the chaos
Greyness hiding beauty
She’ll stay awhile
Inhale each fragrance
And cleanse her soul
Her mind be filled with love
Her soul exhales forgiveness
Her heart beats to compassion
From murky waters
Goodness leads the way
A lotus blossoms
(c) Tournesol’18-03-10
Daily Moments. March 10/18. Goodness always reigns (Haibun)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 