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Daily Moments May 3, 2018 – spring fever – Haibun
Aw spring is finally here! It feels so good to walk with lighter clothes, hear the birds chirping and watching the various degrees of growth on trees! How can we not forgive Mother Nature for her tardiness when we are quickly swept away with spring fever!
lilacs
in the lead
anxious to show off
tulips
trying to poke
their vibrant colours
birds excited
waiting for more shelter
leaves have yet to lend
lovers in a park
leaning on the old maple
stealing kisses
© Tournesol ‘18/05/03
6 o’clock train (troibun)
I grew up in the ‘50’s and lived by the train tracks where you would hear shunting of freight trains and whistles throughout the day. When I was first married, in the early 70’s my husband and I lived by the train station, again we too felt the vibration of the long cargo train especially late at night. Trains were a way of life in our small town and still, these freight trains impact and at times oppress the lives of the residents.
This reminds me of a typical day in the late 1950’s where shows like Father’s Knows Best was a popular television show…
cooking supper
window shakes
6 o’clock train
cooking supper
children whine they’re hungry
train whistles
window shakes
pot of stew boils over
shrill screeches
6 o’clock train
children squeal with joy
Daddy’s home!
(c) Tournesol’18
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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 – City of Mourning Stand Together – April 27 2018
grief-stricken
dreams of what was home
shattered in one blow
grief stricken
lost and confused
a city in mourning
dreams of what was home
hear the trees that shudder
echoes of lost lives
shattered in one blow
yet,consoling each other
they’ve come together
© Tournesol ’18
Thinking of my neighbours in Toronto…
Daily Moments – City of Mourning Stand Together – April 27 2018
forever mourning (haibun)
forever mourning
my mother endures a lifetime
lost limb
left for heaven
I limp
©Tournesol ’18/04/11
death (haibun)
Death, no longer feared allows one to finally live.
butterfly
wings flutter without a care
lives in the moment
©Tournesol\18/04/11
Daily Moments – death – April 11 2018
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
Daily Moments April 5 2018. – surviving fool’s jokes (Troiku)
Blowing winds
Frigid air and scattered snow
April fool lingers
Blowing winds
Bending trees and scattered branches
Anger in the skies
Frigid air and scattered snow
Winter coats out of storage
When will winter end?
April fool lingers
Resilient and determined
We shall still survive
(c) Tournesol ‘18-04-05
blessings (Cherita) daily moments
April 3rd 2018
Early rise can be demanding for night owls
Bright sun beaming down on us
Makes it all well worth the effort
Yellow star on blue canvas
Hearing click click of boots on sidewalks
No slushing and crunching today
Blessings of a new day.
A man sweeps the sidewalk in front of his home
Sure beats breaking his back shovelling snow
Playing a game of hide and seek
A squirrel tries to turn his back to eat in peace
Curiosity gets the best of him …
April 4th
March winds robbing April causing havoc everywhere
Blowing snow looks like swirling smoke
Nighttime city streets turn into scary movies
April fool’s lingers way too long
Teasing us with winter cold and white rain
Spring turning Helter Skelter
April 5, 2018
Sound of sirens waking her
Pounding on her windows
Blowing winds so fierce and loud demanding notice
Minus 7 this April morning
Sun beams brightly on pale blue sky
Makes the cold much more bearable
©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts ‘18
Tournesol dans un Jardin 