weaving all night long
elements rip it apart
hanging by a thread
weaving all night long
bedding for her offspring
youths are worth the risk
elements rip it apart
claiming better policies
hot air in the wind
hanging by a thread
knowing what truly matters
bleeding is the heart
(c) Tournesol '19 04 17
Category: Waka
who said life’s even fair? (free verse)
she must get to sleep!
in less than an hour
bloody birds will peep
chirping away with joy
waiting for a new dawn
but,
for an insomniac
their fervor makes her yawn
sometimes makes her go mad!
still
she must sleep
in four hours the alarm will buzz
grating at her every pore
beep beep beep beep beep
digging deep under her skin
annoying bleeping thing!
today she returns to work
a five day break she took
away from tears
away from pain
away from fears
abusive grownups
hurting them in vain
controlling
and narcissistic
crushing vulnerable souls
killing all their hopes
sometimes they want to die
it seems
their only way
out of such misery...
unless
her colleagues and she
together with the youth
they choose
another plan
they’ll live on one condition
those bleeping grownups
will be reported
the cops will come
and bring their troops
youth workers and the like
and yet,
more time will run its course
over days and weeks and months
until this youth is truly safe
from physical,
sexual
and emotional harm
but n’er from their nightmares
and not from all their wounds
no, indeed that takes
an entire lifetime
they’ll start the healing process
a little bit here and there
a break for a while
trying to ignore the pain
reprieve from all those memories
and on and on it goes
the victim pays a lifetime
assailant n’er enough time!
who said life’s even fair?
the wounded try to mend
their broken and bruised souls
abusers lick their wounds
playing victim of their sins
pleading time they've served,
too bad, they'll usually win!
who said life’s even fair?
...one last yawn,
reciting her Hail Mary's
an Act of Contrition
and prays for a better day.
(c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/01/06
edited April 17, 2019
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things that make me smile (troiku) CDHK
song of a skylark
echoes from heaven’s meadow
wind in my hair
song of a skylark
even robins stop to listen
sweetens the air
echoes from heaven’s meadow
imagine her lip-singing
mes chères mamans
wind in my hair
one dove in-flight, startles me
heart skips a beat
© Tournesol ‘19/04/16
This TROIKU is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chèvrefeuilles at CDHK
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com
French translation of Dove is Colombe which is my late mother’s name
Written to the prompt on my mentor Chèvrefeuille at CDHK Carpe Diem #1648 skylark (hibari)
Soul train (troiku)
Life is a journey
Cruising on different tracks
riding your soul train
Life is a journey
Slowing down on bumpy rides
samsara
Cruising on different tracks
Fleeing from suffering
Albeit — still attached
Riding your soul train
Wrapped in mute introspection
Finding your ‘self’
© Tournesol 19-04-16
Daily moments of painful contemplations April 16 2019
vulnérable (haiku)
‘til shades reappear
limbs bow with humility
bearing their old age
~~~
avant l’ombre apparaisse
leurs membres plient humblement
portant leur vieillesse
(c) Tournesol ’19/04/14
counting years (senryü)
counting every year
staring at her reflection
wondering where they’ve gone
(c) Tournesol ‘19/04/14
Daily Moments April 14, 2019
different journeys (SoCS)
” Gracie, what ever happened to our friend in high school, Sally whatshername?”
__Hmm, Salleeee, Oh, yes, Sally Witherall. I’m not sure, Georgie. I think she went to California somewhere. Oh my, she was a fiesty one!
“Oh my, yes! She was always in trouble with the sisters, sneaking out at night to Boy’s Town. What a scandal she had stirred at on prom night!”
__Oh my, lord!!! Yes! I remember how Sister Dufferin nearly had a heart attack when she saw her prom dress! There was not much left to the imagination I dare say!”
“I read in the paper the other day that her brother passed and Sylvia said she was at the funeral. She did not recognize her one bit! In fact, the only thing resembling her now was her voice.”
__Oh my, has she aged that much? I mean even at 67 people can still recognize you and me, Sis. Did she have an accident or what?
Georgie lowers her voice almost to a whisper so the world would not hear her in their living room, “Well, apparently she has had many Joan Rivers.”
__What’s that, Georgie! What d’you mean?…
Georgie stares bug eye at her sister and there’s a long pause…
__Oooooooh!! Really?! I guess she must have been in Hollywood, California then. So, no one could recognize her, you say?
“Apparently, her body was still trim after all those years but rumours say she had lipsuction several times. No wonder! Imagine going through menopause without gaining an ounce…really! “
__But what does that have to do with her not being recognized, Georgie! You can’t suck fat out of your face…” she stops to think about that a moment, “…or can you? What is it with these people in California putting so much bother on the face and body. And where does it really get you?”
“Well it did get her four husbands and lord only knows how many lovers. And after each divorce, apparently she acquired a sizeable fortune too!”
__Well, what has that got her except for foolish life choices and destroying her body. Now, tell me, what about her face? I am curious as to why no one knew her when she came to her brother’s funeral.”
“Well, apparently…” Georgie whispers now as if the walls could hear, “…Sylvia says she had lots of procedures done to her body and she had botox treatments to her face for years. The last procedure was a lip Aug-Men-Ta-Tion and tucks here and there around her eyes and cheeks. She had run out of money, Sylvia says, and she had it done in another country and the results were not very good.”
__Really? That is so sad! What a waste of money as well as time, pain and suffering. Imagine all the wonderful trips you could have with that kind of money, eh, Georgie?”
“Looks like she travelled one too many times to EgoCentreVille.”
They both start chuckling and then quickly cover their mouths, as if Sister Dufferin was spying on them.
Life is a journey
Cruising on different tracks
Riding on soul trains
© Tournesol 19-04-13
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19
Coming back home ~ Haibun
(c) Clr’19 
(c) Clr’19
Such a glorious day today and even warmer than the past few days! It almost feels like spring. The snow has melted on her front lawn and one would not even believe that it snowed all day two days ago and the lawns were all white yesterday on her way grocery shopping. She can’t wait to get out and walk to work and if she can manage to leave extra early, she might even sit in the park near her work.
Sitting in the park
Searching for buds here and there
Inhaling scents of spring
Closing her eyes she listens
First season’s concerto
Swallows have come home
Checking out the neighbourhood
A place to call home
© Tournesol ‘19-04-11
Daily Moments April 11 2019 Coming back home Haibun
© Tournesol ‘19-04-11
Daily Moments April 11 2019 Coming back home Haibun
Tournesol dans un Jardin 