Presents of presence (troibun) Daily Moments December 9 2017

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©Tournesol’17/12/09

Peering out the window, she sighs with relief. She is an observer today and doesn’t need to join the crowd across the street. All the hustle and bustle in the shops are stressful enough but to add to this, people circling around for too long to find the perfect parking spot. Heaven forbid today she is not working where she would be normally cutting through this lot to get to her bus for work! Yes, she has been bumped by a car before and the man just looked at her as if she was a vision! Last week a young woman was passing through a STOP sign and the lined area where she was crossing…it shocked her as well and she just stopped in front of the car, gave her the “mother look” and pointed to the stop sign. My oh my, what a way for her to start her work day! It actually shook her back to reality and that she must be extra careful this time of year. Not only must she watch out for ice patches or black ice, at stop signs or even traffic lights, there are always one or two cars that whip by as if she had no business crossing the road at a GREEN light!

Now the holidays should be seasoned with love, well wishes and harmony. But it is rarely so for too many. The less fortunate who may have just lost their job, expectant children wondering what Christmas morning will be like and mothers trying to make a feast with next to nothing are some realities too many are living. It is a time of year many youths say how they dread going back to school to hear their peers boast about their gifts and how they can’t wait for the novelty of that new tablet, racing sled or hockey equipment is over so they can feel more or less “normal” among their classmates.

For some may who may have a little more, the pressure is still on to balance all the gifts fairly among their children. The extra cost of food is quite astounding and certainly breaks the weekly budget for at least a month or so. How did her grandmother do this on her meagre old age pension?!

She sighs again praying silently…

(troiku)

wished upon a star
sundry degrees of joy – rise
with one’s presence

wished upon a star
feels a loving presence
warmth drapes her

sundry degrees of joy – rise
family and friends’ warm wishes
watch her grandson sleep

with one’s presence
and another and another
multiplies the presents

©Tournesol’2017/12/10

The Daily Post – Degree –  Daily Moments – presents of presence  (Troibun)

A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

those empty rooms (haibun)

Today I sit thinking of my cousin who is like my kid brother. He lost his lifelong partner last Wednesday. I’m a phone call away and an hour and a half drive away but still… For now there will be children and grandchildren visiting; aunts, uncles and cousins too and friends bringing him comfort as well as a casserole or two. The busyness goes on like a whirlwind for those who grieve and then after the services it slowly stops. Let the grief truly begin. There is no right way or wrong way to mourn, nor is there an expiry date…no indeed, it stays fresh, raw and painful for the time it does…and I know he aches today and will tomorrow. His children and grandchildren will miss their mother and grandmaman who lived life with such passion. She laughed with such enthusiasm and loved with all her heart.

(American Sentence)

Walking through each empty room, he looks longingly theough his liquid blues.

©Tournesol’17/12/08

Daily Moments December 8, 2017

The Friday Reminder for Saturday and Prompt SoCS “liqu”

uncertainty of life (troiku) Daily Moments Dec 8 2017

©Clr’17

what am I?
in the cosmos
a spec of dust

what am I?
taking up space
and to what end?

in the cosmos
fighting to stay alive
all living things

a spec of dust
in a vacuum
of uncertainties

©Tournesol’ 17/12/08

Daily Moments – uncertainty of Life – December 8, 2017

 

Oceans ailing (Troiku)

Icicles hang
beneath the boardwalk
the lonely ocean

Icicles hang
waiting
for the storm

beneath the boardwalk
a child’s pail and shovel
forgotten

the lonely ocean
too many fish
are dying

©Tournesol’17/12/04

Haiku Horizons: Ocean

city mornings (troiku) Daily Moments December 4, 2017

(c) Clr ’15 Métro Bonaventure

(troiku)

early morning start
Monday in the city
people watching

early morning start
unaccustomed
autumn dark skies

Monday in the city
rush hour push and shove
coins drop in tin cup

people watching
one by one they shuffle by
empty cups in hand

©Tournesol’17/12/03

parting notes (a cherita)

©Clrè17 by the river at Mom’s home

(a cherita)

a time to live, a time to love

she lived with an open heart
compassion her middle name

turned the heads of many men
touched the hearts of all ages
then parted to eternal bliss

~

shrill of the cicadas

drawing one’s attention
piercing and disturbing

transforms to a lullaby
one of nature’s wonders
a call from the other side

©Tournesol’ 17/12/01

June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014

Written for Tale Weaver 148 – Dust – at MindloveMiserysMenagerie

 

Daily Moments December 1 2017 three years ago Haibun

© Clr ’14 Colombe (Mom) June 22, 1926-Dec 2, 2014

On this day three years ago I had dreamed half the night. The dream of my mother and I trying to save a dying child. Each time I woke up shocked by the dream, I would go back to sleep and dream the exact same scene…3 times until I could no long sleep. I waited until sunrise and called the nursing home to ask how my mother was. The nurse said, « Viens vite, il ne lui reste plus grand temps.»

I no longer had a car since the fall and called a taxi. It was snowing lightly and it was very cold. The sky was so grey and morbid. I talked all the way down with the taxi driver. His mother had recently passed…

She used every means to get me by her side…I will be forever thankful and she passed a little after midnight…

you poked me
three times
I was by your side
one last time …you looked at me
passing to the other side

missing you
embraced by your soothing voice
telling me each time

I love you darling –
don’t forget your Hail Mary’s

never too old
j’suis toujours ton bébé
miss you Mom…

©Tournesol’17/12/01

 

zoo (a cherita ) Daily Post November 30 2017

©TorontoStar 2017

no more elevator music on your shopping sprees

spitting Christmas carols like popcorn
lyrics barely touch the souls

push, shove, grabbing the best deal
toddlers missed their mid-day nap
wailing in this zoo

©Tournesol ’17/11/30

Daily Post: Zoo November 30/17

butterfly blue (haibun) Weekly Writing Prompt #117

© Clr’17

 

 

The spring after her mother’s death, a butterfly would greet her daily on her way to work. Walking through the bushes behind the building, she would stop to admire the wild daisies and there on a blossom sat a blue butterfly. She  knew it had to be her mother hanging around just a while longer. The thicket served as a rent-free haven. The Landlord upstairs understands how difficult it can be for those left behind.  There is no right or wrong way to mourn…just takes time.

grief
surviving a great loss
her mother
wings of a butterfly
kissed her cheek

©Tournesol ‘17/11/30

Written for Weekly Writing Prompt #117 at SecretKeeper
Prompts: Wing wrong rent serve great

In memory of my hero, June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014

solo journey (jisei)

©Cllr’17

(troiku)

trace of autumn
wilting sunflower
lingers

trace of autumn
season closing in
darkness swells

wilting sunflower
falling to enrich
tomorrow’s garden

lingers
fading sun dips
to the other side

(tanka)

…on this muddy path
rich with fallen leaves
times remembered
walking solo on this journey
winter beckons

©Tournesol’17/11/30

Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30  and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral

A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai