Poetry ~ Waka
Northern winds roar
Failing to postpone
Springtime
Northern winds roar
cool the night
so I can sleep
failing to postpone
spring fever
love is in the air
springtime
golden star beams with pride
blushing petals sway
© Tournesol ‘18/05/11
Daily moments May 11/18
Every year it is the same feeling. Some years that mood may last longer or shorter but still it presents itself the same way. It started as a child and grew more intense and “real” when she was a young adult. Something about springtime reminds her of a saying she told a bunch of girlfriends from the CLSC in Richelieu at la cabane à sucre in Saint Grégroire, “Ah le temps est trop beau pour retourner au travail cette après-midi. Il me semble que j’aurais le gout de partir dans le bois avec le mari d’un autre.” And they laughed at the silliness and giddy with spring fever. At 30 something they felt like teenagers again.
And today as she smells the warm spring air and the rich scents of the earth, even in her sixties, she still feels a flutter in her chest.
Spring moves in
rousing dormant desires
naughty but nice
not akin
to le mois de Marie
©Tournesol`18/05/03
Written for Haiku Horizons and the prompt is “move”
Photo credits Google Image
Translation:
Cabane à sucre: Sugaring off Cabin
“Ah le temps est trop beau pour retourner au travail cette après-midi. Il me semble que j’aurais le gout de partir dans le bois avec le mari d’un autre.”Ah, the day is too beautiful to return to work this afternoon. I get the feeling I might want to take off in the woods with a married man.
le mois de Marie – month of Mary which is the month of May some Catholics still go to church every day to recite the rosary together.
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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
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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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
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
my mother endures a lifetime
lost limb
left for heaven
I limp
©Tournesol ’18/04/11
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
