Silent Night (tanka)

last minute rush
children’s choir gathering
at the Atrium
angelic voices echo
shoppers awed in silence

©Tournesol’16/12/20

A perfect ending Daily Moment(Haibun) December 11 2016

ends a perfect day
savouring a bowl of bliss
body and soul quenched
tender ingredients
spiced with compassion

What a way to end a perfect weekend! Her grandson’s visit and sleepover, to his basketball tournament, returning home to nap from such an exciting day. Awakened by her loving neighbour with a seafood bisque served in a blue ceramic bowl …her favourite colour!

savouring each spoonful
flavours linger,
feeling the love.

©Tournesol’16/12/11

Daily Moments   End of a perfect day Haibun December 11, 2016

showering love (tanka)

Amma’s Facebook – Sri Mata Amritanadamayi

divine mother
celebrating her love
showering petals
children savour the moment
cherishing her last embrace

©Tournesol’16

Haiku Horizon “Celebrate”

Daily Moments Dec 2 2016 Tears from heaven (Tanka)

another year
family has new meaning
without you
grey skies grow heavy
tears from heaven

©Tournesol’16

Daily Moments December 2, 2016 Tears from heaven

Daily Moments reflections (haibun) November 18 2016

©Clr;16

November has been more palpable than former years.  Once we passed a few weeks of rain, one gets the feeling that life is still hanging on.  There are the odd trees with colourful leaves hanging proudly on their branches.  It is almost as if nature is making a statement but it is difficult to interpret the meaning.

The other day I noticed one tree on my way to work with half of the right side full of yellow leaves and the other half completely bare. I smiled as I passed by the tree and wondered how the wind and the rain worked in tandem to catch ONLY one side of the tree.  “Nature works in mysterious ways sometimes”, I thought to myself, shaking my head.

Yes, November seems less dark.  Last week I looked out the window from my desk at work and I catch a glimpse of such beauty.  No time to get to the rooftop for I may miss those warm colours.  Yesterday, I saw this huge ball of fire dipping and the few seconds it took for me to aim my phone to that glorious scene, the sun had almost slipped completely below the horizon!

How blessed I feel, sitting at my desk, watching the Great Spirit paints different shades with each brush stroke on His canvas.  And despite listening to the struggles of youths on the phone, I am relieved we can give them a bit of hope and  I feel  the presence of something very powerful as I look out the window.

I am thinking of the approaching days and the anniversary of my mother’s death As we approach this date, December 2nd, I feel myself slowly replaying that night by her side … her last moments here. I cannot help but wonder if it is because it is my mother.  It is just as I replay the birth of my children the day before their birthdays even 30+ years later;  I find myself also replaying the end of life with my mother.  How blessed I was to be by her side.

ashen waves
sentimental currents
whispering despair
wind driving clouds away
making way for sunshine

I love remembering times with my mother and talking about her with my children. They too have fond memories of her. Every time they smile and laugh at how funny she was. She was a bit like Lucille Ball only she was not acting!

(c)Clr,16
(c)Clr,16

missing you
my new role in life
as an orphan
remembering you
showers of sweet blessings

©Tournesol’16/11/18

Daily Moments reflections (haibun) November 18 2016

charm of depression (haibun)

Depression can mean many things.  We tend to overuse that word meaning, sad, moody, down in the dumps and wiped from work or school;  all these last moments to days or weeks but depression is not quite the same thing.

I remember seeing the face of depression when I was a teen for the first time.    I observed the grey tint to her face, the emptiness in her hazel eyes and that consistent  pout.  Of course, what did I know at thirteen?  I thought there was a cause and  that was the effect.  One person causing a broken heart, which in turn turned those hazel eyes into depression.

And yet, I know now that it is far more complex than that.  Yes, a broken heart is grieving a love that one had. I like to call all grief a “necessary depression”.    And that sadness can conjure up old wounds and offer an opportunity to reflect and perhaps heal some of them.

Depression does not have to be the result of a particular cause.   It can surface for no reason at all outside of the person.  “A chemical imbalance,” a doctor may explain.  I remember getting calls from youths shocked that they could possibly be suffering from depression when they were in a loving family, they had good friends at school and they were doing will academically.    But this does happen.  Sometimes there is a genetic component that may increase the risks of depression.

I also recall working in home-care and seeing some of my colleagues (nurses or personal support workers) who were suffering from “burnout”.  I had not realized how that can creep into your life like a snake…very slowly.

That may be why I never saw it coming for myself. Working at two part-time jobs, taking two courses per semester at university, member of school committees at my children`s school, along with other volunteer positions.   I learned what it meant to “burn the candle at both ends”.

Depression allowed me…no forced me…to take the time to reflect on my life.  It was like I was driving on the expressway and never taking the time to stop and visit the towns along that highway.  Depression forces you to take the scenic route, although you may not see it as charming at first. Truths are never too pretty to face sometimes but the weight alleviated makes your perception on life so much prettier.

depression
depleting life’s fragrance
fetid black hole
semantics adorn truth
eau de mélancolie

&&&

rising to darkness
blinded
glare of the sun
struggling to decipher
imitation from realness

&&&

dawn to dusk
one long steady sweep
of grayness
children playing in a park
specs of colour start bouncing

&&&

depression
my sunshine poking me
never giving up
finding my lost treasure
my self-worth

©Tournesol’16

Written for Chèvrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

This started off as a series of tanka and I decided to personalize it more and shall share it to my other blog StigmaHurtsEveryone

broken (haibun)

 

(c)Clr'16
(c)Clr’16

waning moon
like broken souls of broods
kiss the darkness
daunting clouds still hover
robbing them of their youth

Walking home with heavy heart she thinks of her long shift. So much suffering, such turmoil, youths turning 14 going on 40…all the tears and moans linger in her heart.

(c) Tournesol’16

Daily Moments October 20  2016  Broken

beauty lingers (tanka art) photo by Paul Militaru

paul-militaru

vibrant hues linger
autumn soon shades the earth
lapping each moment
darkness lurks in the shadows
barren and cold

(c) Tournesol ’16/10/15

Daily Moments October 15th, Paul Militaru’s photo inspired me to write

Check out his beautiful photography at PhotoPaulM

last symphony (tanka)

rhythmic chant
echoes
under starlit skies
rasping her last mantra
enveloped in her radiance

(c) Tournesol’16

Three Word Wednesday: radiance, rasp, rhythm

Where dusk meets twilight (tanka)

breathtaking
melting blues to greys
halting presence
life’s mysteries
lovers anticipate

©Tournesol’16

Inspired by Jane Reichhold:

darkness slipping in
water that cannot be still
twilight

nautical twilight
the sea gives its last light
to the sky

twilight
among early stars
sea bird’s cry

© Jane Reichhold

Mathew Billings – Where Dusk Meets Twilight