Poetry ~ Waka
(haiku)
Elle regard coquinement
cils invitant leur baiser,
leurs lèvres touchent à peine.
Looks up demurely
lashes inviting their first kiss,
lips barely touching
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/04
Submitted for: Carpe Diem – Haiku #484 – Kissing
I would have liked to add 2 lines as a Tanka to the English version:
(tanka)
Looks up demurely
lashes inviting their first kiss,
lips barely touching
she leans into him – wanting
surrenders to a slow kiss.
Soleil doré
rayonne le ciel bleu
nuages taquinent
golden glow
enhance a blue sky
teasing clouds.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/04
Submitted for: CPHH-Carpe Diem Ghost-Writer #11, Jen Rosenberry’s “Sun”
Parc de la Chute-Montmorency (Falls) Beauport, Québec
Chute versant sa gloire
émerveille tous les touristes
venant de loin.
&
Falls spill their glory
tourists gather to marvel
all from far away.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/03
is dedicated this month to a young Portuguese composer (born in 1089) named: BrunuhVille.
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.
© Cheryl-Lynn
ribbon of colours
streaks across the endless sky
dance of the spirits
ancestors’ rainbows whisper,
swirl in rhythmic harmony.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/31
(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.
Soul Sisters
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.
soft puffs of clouds shield
float above mother earth
shelter from the heat.
Global warming strikes
Mother Earth weeping
scorched in agony.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/24
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
Tournesol dans un Jardin 