
mid-day melody
shrill of the cicadas
new autumn song
©Tournesol ‘17/09/27
Poetry ~ Waka

mid-day melody
shrill of the cicadas
new autumn song
©Tournesol ‘17/09/27

(a cherita)
another sweltering day today
uncommon for this hemisphere
the A/C and a few extra fans roar all night long
I carry my oriental fan with me everywhere
fanning my sweaty face waiting for my Metro car
visualizing penguins in Antarctica
Years ago on a trip to Saint Marten, I noticed people walking to work and their pace was so slow compared to how we get to work. That made sense too! I realized that moseying along slowly, I did not build up a sweat …well, hardly since I am perspiring even in winter if I am walking fast. I often say jokingly, “I can’t help it, I’m just hot stuff!” but seriously it is not comfortable. I look on the bus today as my face is wet already before I even start my shift. I wonder with awe, how some of the commuters are wearing a long sleeve shirt and their faces are so dry!! How can that be possible?! Here I am fanning myself on the bus, on the Metro and spraying my face and hair with water when I get to work to cool myself.
I remember a few years ago visiting the Biodome several times with my grandson since I lived across the street from there at the time. When you first enter, you are flooded with the heat of the rainforest…oh, it is beautiful alright but within minutes, I am already anxious to get to the Antarctica section and sit watching those cute penguins prancing and diving into the water. To this day, I often visualize myself sitting in that section of the Biodome and it seems to cool my body a bit. Looks like I will be visualizing penguins this week.
©Cheryl-Lynn 17/09/27
It’s hard to believe on Sept 27/17 the forecast today is 31C and this image is the forecast in about three months down the road that can go down to -30C…Guess I won’t complain of the heat today.
Daily moments February 12 2017
(C) Clr’17
Hope mixed with despair
from my bedroom window
dreams beneath the snow
hope mixed with despair
buried under heavy layers
winter laughs at me
from my bedroom window
lull of rumbling snow ploughs
drifting off to sleep
dreams beneath the snow
fleeting thoughts of blossoms
tulips pierce the snow
(C)Tournesol’17/02/12
They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.
And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.
After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.
by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by
by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins
sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday
folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie
©Tournesol’17/09/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin


sinking deeper
well of uncertainty
darkness cradles me
sinking deeper
gravity takes control
mocking me
well of uncertainty
taunting me with promise
empty like the well
darkness cradles me
acquiescent and submissive
I sleep
I sleep
fingers pointing
a mother’s look
mocking and contriving
faces in my dreams
cringing with self-doubt
know not what to do
praying to wake up
shrill of morning calling
finally in the greyness
dependable
is my darkness
holding me together
©Tournesol’17/09/26

high school reunion
footloose on the dance floor
cowboy split his pants
©Tournesol’17/09/25

thunderstorm
breeds a welcome stillness
after power fails
reading by candlelight
sipping tepid tea
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker
in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts
shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story
candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

lightning in the sky
warnings
wrapped in darkness
lightning in the sky
like the first of July
nature’s fireworks
warnings
thunderstorm
lights out
wrapped in darkness
candles shedding light
I turn a page
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

wisteria blooms
hanging on
lovers’ tales
wisteria blooms
remembering
their love
hanging on
fragrant yet bittersweet
their last kiss
lovers’ tales
cries echo from the alps
blue moon shedding tears
©Tournesol’17/09/25