A perfect wedding

 

© CLR 2014/6/1
© CLR 2014/6/1

A perfect day
a perfect sky
came into play
the clouds were shy
to make more room
for sun to shine
on bride and groom
this day sublime;
no saccharine vows
nor overstated
yet so considerate,
no make believe
Cinderella fantasies
but vows of faith
and trust in life
acceptance, tolerance
mass of romance
and making room
so they can dance
to the cadence
the rhythm
    of their souls
as both their hearts
beat to the pulse
of their long life
together.

© CLR 2014/6/1
© CLR 2014/6/1

 

© Cheryl-Lynn

Celestine’s Ribbon of colours – Carpe Tan Renga Challenge #37

Carp Diem Haiku Kai – Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #37, Celestine’s “ribbon of colours”

ribbon of colours
streaks across the endless sky
dance of the spirits

© Celestine of Reading Pleasure

ribbon of colours
streaks across the endless sky
dance of the spirits
ancestors’ rainbows whisper,
swirl in rhythmic harmony.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/31

Split second escapes (haiga)

Soul Sisters © CLR 2013
Soul Sisters
© CLR 2013

 

(haiku)

Inhaling
nature, green beckons
childish fun.

&

Clicking on the menu
to start a new contact,
the story will ensue
we form a first contract
I listen and care too,
sometimes it gets sad
need to find a bit of glad
to maintain my strength,
then, my heart fills
with feel-good thrills…
soak up a fond venue
screen portrays this view…

Two soul sisters
in more ways than one,
resting on the stairs
soaking up the sun;
just seconds before,
they make a dash for
a game of
Tag! you`re It!
and Catch me if you Can!
a little friendly wrestle
growling in their
rounds of muscle
all in sisterly
canine fun.

© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/05/30

Submitted for: PookyPoetry Prompt #30 – Screensaver. I often alternate with a screensaver at work from family photos of my mom and me, my grandson, my children, lovely street photos I took or loving pets. These are two sisters my son owns, taken on the back steps of his Rougemont home. I call these split second escapes when counselling on the phone to maintain a strong, comforting and engaging stance.

Searching likeness (Shadorma – Tilus)

http://bastetandsekhmet.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/swans.jpg

Hauntingly
seeks reconnaissance
echoing
brilliance
sun reflects on golden pond
unlike empty eyes.

Insights, comprehension
forever
gone.

In a daze
strives for some semblance
hesitates
contemplates
who is this old face who gapes?
where has time escaped?

rouses from a deep sleep
spots her, in
me.

Is this fate…
reality bites
I shall change
destiny
cast off all senility
inhale lucidness.

Embrace reflections on
this pond…see,
me.

 

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/27

Submitted for: Mindlovemiserysmenagerie Shadorma Photo Prompt #9

A shadorma is composed of six non-rhyming lines (sestina or sextet) and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5.  It can have as many stanzas as you like, just as long as each stanza follows the syllable pattern mentioned above .  You have a week to create you poems so be patient and let the photo inspire you!  Or use your own photograph or art work!

Tilus – the poem is divided into two parts, the first consisting of two lines of 6 – 3 syllable count.  The second is composed of a single one syllable word.  The goal of the tilus which must not be more than 10 syllables is to contemplate the world of nature and how it can open the door of understanding life.

Global warNing (haiga)

CLR 2014
CLR 2014

soft puffs of clouds shield

float above  mother earth

shelter from the heat.

CLR 2014
CLR 2014

Global warming strikes

Mother Earth weeping

scorched in agony.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/24

Lise Lafrance

https://pookypoetry.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/write-a-poem-in-which-the-first-letter-of-every-line-spells-out-the-name-of-somebody-you-admire-and-the-poem-explains-why-you-admire-them.jpg

 

Let me introduce you to a special friend
incredibly compassionate and extremely
selfless, she cares for youths, friends and family
extraordinary benevolence for felines as well.
Lise would drive to a city park for many years
at the same time every night to feed feral cats,
furry felines fed in a park,  from food kept in her car,
ready to go, she had kibbles and moist food
available for the fussier kind…just in case…
no person, social worker, counsellor or friend
could be as generous, going beyond her call of duty
even digging in her own modest pockets to help clients in need.

 

A small tribute to Lise Lafrance, friend, former colleague, brilliant and compassionate person.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/18

Submitted for Prompt 18, PookyPoetry on Admiration Acrostic

 

Instill hope

Sad Boy texting on street at night

an infant is born
one or two parents
bond and sojourn
with babe in their arms
for years to come,
attention is spent
to this child’s content.
Then something snaps
this union elapse
estrangement ensues
the youth feels alone
cannot even grasp,
yet tries to remember
this schism took place
he then comprehends
and feels a disgrace
his parent’s don’t care
or want to erase
his presence forever
he’s n’er been born.
when did this all happen?
each off on their own
no one is communicating
a youth is deteriorating
and wants to give up
knows not how to cope
but then will reach out
and we’ll instill hope.

 © Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/17

Spring delight (haiga)

CLR 2014
CLR 2014

Blue skies stretch
hugging puffed billows
 spring delight.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/14

Hopscotch terror

CLR 2014
CLR 2014

 

Skip, skip, hop, hop,
she turned around on one foot
threw her pebble on six
the hop, hop, hopping followed;
heard a whisper, stopped transfixed,
then a long deep moan
she stood on both feet…forlorn
little child frozen on square five
not budging, terror took over her
dared not move her head,
just her eyes from side to side,
the moan grew louder, longer
her eyes just gawked…
she turned her head swiftly
to the right and THERE she saw it
from the dark basement window
it looked like a man…an old man
with long shoulder length white hair
he looked exactly like Ebenezer!
MOAN
GROAN
BEUHHHHHHHH!
She turned her four yr old body
and stode frozen, staring, tears streaming
down her chubby cheeks….
MOAN
GROAN
BEUHHHHHHHH!
And then she hurled t
he loudest piercing yowl!
the engineer on the oncoming train
must have heard the howl.
Grandmother came running down the stairs,
grabbed her by the shoulders
to shake her back to reality
shouting at the THING at the basement window
“Stop scaring the child like that, GrandPa!!”
then hugged the child close to her bosom,
whispering, Shshshshshshshshsh.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/13
Submitted for: Mindlovemiserysmenagerie Prompt 55, Slowly dawning horror