dead silence hangs
deafening
her heart stops beating
holding her breath she heeds
not even the cat purrs
leaves
at a standstill
waiting for a breeze
©Tournesol’117/07/28
Poetry ~ Waka
dead silence hangs
deafening
her heart stops beating
holding her breath she heeds
not even the cat purrs
leaves
at a standstill
waiting for a breeze
©Tournesol’117/07/28
Reading a list on Facebook of things we Canadians are known for inspired me to write something today. The 10th item that says each Canadian has frozen his tongue on something metal and lived to talk about it. My grandson’s tongue was stuck on a fudgsicle the other day…I told him to spit on it but he was panicking, so I brought him to the sink and told him to let the water run over his tongue and his fudgsicle, which solved the problem with no scars.
I wish someone had told me growing up how valuable my spit could have been under these circumstances. When I was 7, I was at the top of a wooden slide in our town and leaning over the metal railing, my tongue stuck! It was a cold January day and the kids at the bottom kept screaming to me to do this or that but I panicked and was wailing…so I just yanked that tongue off…OUCH! But you see how well I still remember so I can tell my tale! [Chuckles] Well, that list made me think of the things I was taught growing up.
Birth to 7 years old:
from 8 years old to 18:
What I learned growing up:
A beautiful house is not always a happy home. Money cannot buy happiness no matter how hard you try because it is not outside of you but within. Love hurts only when you hang on to what was not yours to begin with. Souls come and go in our lives for a time, for a reason and some just for a season. Embrace those moments.
Not all Fathers know best. Some men and women can be cruel but don’t give up; their only weakness is being human. Racism is limiting self-growth. The only race that truly exists is the human race.
Children and youths allow you to relive moments you missed out on. Children teach us more than we know. You cannot demand respect from your children if it was not earned in the first place. Children model more on how you behave than by what you say. Older children may break your heart at times but it is not about you, they are struggling on their own path.
Some say you should work to live but not live to work. What if your work is a part of who you are and what you live? Gratitude and appreciation triples your paycheck, passionate about your work quadruples it.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before…yep, that’s true!
Dance like no one is watching. Love like a child with all your heart. It’s worth the risk. Savour those moments and experiences to remember later and perhaps share with your grandchildren. Playing is taking care of your soul. Praying, chanting or meditating keeps you in the present and stops the worrying.
Is there really a generation gap or it’s just priorities and needs differ from one age to the next? Saying, “been there, done that” sometimes rains on another’s parade.
Death is just another journey and it must be pretty awesome since no one wants to come back.
Compassion makes the world turn…be kind to someone today…just a smile will do!
omnipresent beauty
deep under muddy waters
a lotus appears
on the ink black surface
frog on a lily pad
breaking the silence
splashing in the water
a raven caws
©Tournesol’17/07/05
Daily Moments – July 5, 2017 – living beauty (haibun)

thimbleberry shrub
overcome by freeloaders
choked by greedy arms
blackberry vines overstay
morning glories take over
human’s helping hands
unwinding weeds and vines
free the choking stems
greenbelt lovers lend a hand
disentangling carefully
digging at the root
removing each stake – claimed
by jealous lovers
***
bindweeds breed – only
unhealthy relationships
nature’s oppressor
***
world disputes – only,
farm famine and poverty
breeding ground of war
greed lingers at the root
breeding lust for wars
if compassion
could lure like greed and lust
man would be set free
the Golden Rule would become Law
the breeding ground of love
©Tournesol’19/06/13
Daily Moments – June 13, 2017 breeding compassion (waka)
This waka (solo no renga and haiku/senryu) were inspired by Mystery, Adventure and Reward by Karuna’s post at LivingLearningAndLettingGo where she works tirelessly in the Greenbelt behind her home freeing the thumbleberry shrub from bindweeds (morning glory) and blackberry vines. This post reminded me of one thing, “if only only compassion ruled the world.” I’ve taken the liberty to post a few of her photos to illustrate the meaning of the poem.

lakeside stroll
ripples’ soft refrain
wild flowers sing
washing the road with hope
springtime revival
©Tournesol’17/05/15
Our host , Chèvrefeuille, writes a very moving post at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, about friendship before continuing on to the lesson in The Pilgrimage on acknowledging friends and support around us.
In times of sorrow or personal strife, I have found solace in my solitude, my writing and my readers. The latter have become friends from afar, who have read my words and “got it”, felt it and embraced it.
I love this passage we are referred to on friendship:
[…] ‘Once, a poet said that no man is an island. In order to fight the good fight, we need help. We need friends, and when the friends aren’t nearby, we have to turn solitude into our main weapon. We need the help of everything around us in order to take the necessary steps toward our goal. Everything has to be a personal manifestation of our will to win the good fight. If we don’t understand that, then we don’t recognize that we need everything and everybody, and we become arrogant warriors. And our arrogance will defeat us in the end, because we will be so sure of ourselves that we won’t see the pitfalls there on the field of battle.’ […](Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)
How true! Amma, (Mata Amritanandamayi) says, “We are all beads strung together on the same thread of love”.

As much as I love to help others, be supportive and it is part of my work as a counsellor as well, I find it difficult to ask for help. I am working on that. It is not arrogance but perhaps the attitude, “I can do it on my own” may be my giving into vanity which is really the same thing.
on pebbled roads
my walking stick breaks
a rest is due
watching travellers go by
humbly ask a stranger’s help
limping’s not so bad
free of a heavy knapsack
a comrade now carts
©Tournesol’17/01/22
early bird
stirring in her pre-dawn dreams
chirps by her window
stretching to bring to life
steady roar takes over
tweets carry on
white noise overlaps
rising with the sun
©Tournesol,16/10/31
Daily Moments in the wee hours of the night

echoes linger
mocking in the shadows
mid barren trees
tendencies of souls at risk
symbolic of this season
hopelessness
leaving far too many
unhinged
©Tournesol’16
Three Word Wednesday: symbolic tendency unhinged
Daily Moments October 21, 2016 habits of the times Solo No Renga
traveling from afar
hunt their own tree as a host
slowly sucks out life
emerald ash borers thrive
turning hope to disrepair
star shines in reverence
through bare branches
lost leaves of ash
My great-great-grandfather, Michael O’Donnell was born in Ballybunion, County Kerry, Ireland and emigrated to Québec, Canada at the beginning of the great famine. His daughter, my great-auntie Mae returned to Ireland several times and shared slides of her journeys. We used to tease her since she never married and how a man holds her by the waist as she is lying on her back kissing the Blarney Stone. She would get a good chuckle out of that.
I would love to visit my roots one day and check out the castle ruins in County Kerry. Maybe I would be inspired to write a fairy tale or two.

emerald eyes gleam
hanging on his every word
tales of yore
County Kerry castles thrive
now – mere stone walls here and there
claims royal heirlooms
ripped from his ancestors
at Blarney Castle
©Tournesol’16/06/20
Carpe Diem “Ireland”
solo no renga
mind games people play
faced with charades now and then
call it what it is
some are kind and genuine
others play their fake persona
life’s too short
don’t waste time with forgeries
just be real
© Tournesol’16/05/26
The Secret Keeper –
5) Words: | CHARADE | FACE | CALL | FAKE | GAME |