sitting alone (Troiku)

First day of school – CDHK

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(troiku)

sitting alone
echoes of laughter afar
I see darkness

sitting alone
daydream of my homerun
I smile

echoes of laughter afar
thinking of Grandpa’s riddle
I chuckle

I see darkness
eyelids getting heavy,
sitting alone

talk (haiku)

© Clr '15 Gorging Seagulls — © Clr ’15 Gorging Seagulls

talking in bird language…

(haiku)

rooster
nature’s morning call
crows

hen party
heckle about this and that
cluck

Hummingbird
speed of its wings
hum

seagulls
gorging over litter
squawk

raven
boasting black beauty
caws

In this area in Quebec it is forbidden to hunt wild turkey past noon because they are more vulnerable…it is a time they are often found napping in a tree.

afternoon freedom
safe from hunters
turkeys yelp

Humans talk (communicate) in varied ways…

(senryu)

business meetings
teaching, lecturing
no talking in class

baby’s first words
talking gibberish
toddlers understand

adolescents
instant message texting
teen talk

music
lyrics soothe the heart
love songs

tête à tête
holding hands lovingly
warm caresses

sexual healing
communion of bodies
gentle moans

matters of the heart
talking softly
language of love

Written for Poetry 101 Rehab – Prompt is Talk

soothing the spirt (haiku)

© Clr'15 Last of the Harvest — © Clr’15 Last of the Harvest

Tonight at work I was scheduled for four hours of Live Chat which means I usually put on my noise canceller headset and listen to music to avoid the distraction of counsellors on the phones. What a joy!! They say that taiko drums ward off evil spirits. I woke up this Monday morning with the “moody” blues, so I have to say there may be a lot of truth to the power of these drums.

sailing past Sado
rocking to the sound
taiko throbbing

taiko throbbing
young and old dance to the beat
free spirits

***
beat of the drums
match the pounding
against his chest

feel the heat
pulsating through her veins
beat of the drums

CDHK

OctPoWriMo Poetry Prompt 27 – Whimsical

This is one of the last drum pieces I listened to:

shaking the blues (haibun)

Feeling this heavy weight this morning makes it difficult to find her get up and go. She shuffles to the shower, hoping to wash off fragments of gloom and doom. Caffeine doesn’t even work. She puts on her coat and wraps her long scarf around her to brave the cool autumn air on her way to work.

© Cheryl-Lynn R.'15 — © Cheryl-Lynn R.’15

grey clouds linger
trees brave autumn winds
shaking off the blues

Written for Monday Writes

forgotten dreams (haibun – shadorma)

The church was filled with people of her past, close friends, colleagues and family. It felt so bizarre being in this house of worship. This was where she received five sacraments…only one left to go. The voice of the priest interrupted her thoughts now and then.
At the reception a few old high school friends offered their condolences. Her first high school sweetheart looked like a caricature of his teen-self decades ago adding jowls and lots of wrinkles on this stranger’s face. She was touched by his presence; his husband was introduced to me too. How life was different then, she thought. At least today society seems a little more open. Leaving a small, gossipy and unforgiving town helps too.

(shadorma)
young lovers
wishing life were fair
eagerly
expecting
sweet innocent love affairs
dreams just may come true

That night she rummaged through her bedroom closet and took out her old childhood jewelry box. Sitting on the bed, she opened it and tears streamed her face as the music box played Lara’s Theme. Looking through the old memories, she held a pin her mother had given her when she had “become a woman”. It was their secret. She held it in her hands and still felt the warmth and love they shared together, that very special bond.

She smiled at a postcard her best friend in Grade 9 had sent her when she had met her first love that summer long ago. She cranked up the music box to feel she was back there in her childhood bedroom years ago. Her fingers felt the sharp edges of the Eiffel Tower. Her art teacher had given her this hoping she would take her gift in painting seriously…she never did get around to that after college…life happened.
At the bottom of the jewelry box was an old photo…her mind traveled back in time.

that first kiss,
sealing promises of dreams
fairy-tale wonder

B & P Shadorma & Beyond and MindloveMiserysMenagerie

soupçon de mélancholie (haibun)

It’s been getting colder in the past week. Nights have dipped below freezing point and she has mixed feelings about that. Ragweed allergies will finally cease; daytime walks are still splattered with colours but the nights walking home from her late shifts will now be cold.

On her way back from her favourite grocery, Thai Foo, greens in her backpack, she cannot not help but notice sweeping changes with nature around her. Many trees have lost most of their leaves, and the late bloomers who also shed the latest, still hold some beautiful colours. The yellow turned to a dark orangey tint, the maples were an even brighter red and one tree she could not name had yellowed leaves with dark brown strips of seeds hanging. It truly looked like a Hallowe’en decoration. How totally apropos, she thought.

She knew there was about a week left of signs of life through tints and hues. After October 31^st…the goblins will have eaten up most of life’s colours. November will prowl like rodents lurking garbage bins; life will appear barren day by day. She admires the last photos she took today, wishing this week could drag on a few more months. Le mois des morts(the month of the dead) is what they call November in her region.

novembre se faufile
soupçon de mélancolie
envahit

November slips in
drop of melancholy
spills over