Poetry ~ Waka
Life is a journey
Cruising on different tracks
riding your soul train
Life is a journey
Slowing down on bumpy rides
samsara
Cruising on different tracks
Fleeing from suffering
Albeit — still attached
Riding your soul train
Wrapped in mute introspection
Finding your ‘self’
© Tournesol 19-04-16
‘til shades reappear
limbs bow with humility
bearing their old age
~~~
avant l’ombre apparaisse
leurs membres plient humblement
portant leur vieillesse
(c) Tournesol ’19/04/14
counting every year
staring at her reflection
wondering where they’ve gone
(c) Tournesol ‘19/04/14
Daily Moments April 14, 2019
” Gracie, what ever happened to our friend in high school, Sally whatshername?”
__Hmm, Salleeee, Oh, yes, Sally Witherall. I’m not sure, Georgie. I think she went to California somewhere. Oh my, she was a fiesty one!
“Oh my, yes! She was always in trouble with the sisters, sneaking out at night to Boy’s Town. What a scandal she had stirred at on prom night!”
__Oh my, lord!!! Yes! I remember how Sister Dufferin nearly had a heart attack when she saw her prom dress! There was not much left to the imagination I dare say!”
“I read in the paper the other day that her brother passed and Sylvia said she was at the funeral. She did not recognize her one bit! In fact, the only thing resembling her now was her voice.”
__Oh my, has she aged that much? I mean even at 67 people can still recognize you and me, Sis. Did she have an accident or what?
Georgie lowers her voice almost to a whisper so the world would not hear her in their living room, “Well, apparently she has had many Joan Rivers.”
__What’s that, Georgie! What d’you mean?…
Georgie stares bug eye at her sister and there’s a long pause…
__Oooooooh!! Really?! I guess she must have been in Hollywood, California then. So, no one could recognize her, you say?
“Apparently, her body was still trim after all those years but rumours say she had lipsuction several times. No wonder! Imagine going through menopause without gaining an ounce…really! “
__But what does that have to do with her not being recognized, Georgie! You can’t suck fat out of your face…” she stops to think about that a moment, “…or can you? What is it with these people in California putting so much bother on the face and body. And where does it really get you?”
“Well it did get her four husbands and lord only knows how many lovers. And after each divorce, apparently she acquired a sizeable fortune too!”
__Well, what has that got her except for foolish life choices and destroying her body. Now, tell me, what about her face? I am curious as to why no one knew her when she came to her brother’s funeral.”
“Well, apparently…” Georgie whispers now as if the walls could hear, “…Sylvia says she had lots of procedures done to her body and she had botox treatments to her face for years. The last procedure was a lip Aug-Men-Ta-Tion and tucks here and there around her eyes and cheeks. She had run out of money, Sylvia says, and she had it done in another country and the results were not very good.”
__Really? That is so sad! What a waste of money as well as time, pain and suffering. Imagine all the wonderful trips you could have with that kind of money, eh, Georgie?”
“Looks like she travelled one too many times to EgoCentreVille.”
They both start chuckling and then quickly cover their mouths, as if Sister Dufferin was spying on them.
Life is a journey
Cruising on different tracks
Riding on soul trains
© Tournesol 19-04-13
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19
Such a glorious day today and even warmer than the past few days! It almost feels like spring. The snow has melted on her front lawn and one would not even believe that it snowed all day two days ago and the lawns were all white yesterday on her way grocery shopping. She can’t wait to get out and walk to work and if she can manage to leave extra early, she might even sit in the park near her work.
Sitting in the park
Searching for buds here and there
Inhaling scents of spring
Closing her eyes she listens
First season’s concerto
Swallows have come home
Checking out the neighbourhood
A place to call home
© Tournesol ‘19-04-11
Daily Moments April 11 2019 Coming back home Haibun
© Tournesol ‘19-04-11
Daily Moments April 11 2019 Coming back home Haibun
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The first warm spring day at the botanic gardens are met with a good turnout. People of all ages, anxious to bask in the beauty of the early blooms. And for whom wandering under the cherry blossom canopy is a rite of spring. So they come early to bear witness – before the blossoms dwindle and start to fall.
a life of beauty
even in its falling
cherry blossoms
Pat R
4/08/19
Rocking in her chair, her head starts to lean forward, growing heavy to the sounds of the snow plough becomes a mid-day lullaby.
short afternoon nap
purr of the snow plow
midday lullaby
~~~
petite sieste
ronronnement des chasse-neige
berceuse de midi
~~
(troiku)
Dancing fleetingly
in the corner of her eye
Could that be fairies?
Dancing fleetingly
Visions of a debutante
Movements in her dreams
In the corner of her eye
Chubby hands sneaking cookies
Mother always knows
Could that be fairies?
Pulling up that warm duvet
on heavy eyelids
~~
Dreams are gifts
refuge from reality
The Great Spirit gives
~~~
imagination
Drugs could never compete
Everlasting dreams
© Tournesol ‘19/04/09
April snow showers
Looks like magic fairy dust
Canadian winters
April snow showers
Mother Nature’s silly joke
Roll over in bed
Magic fairy dust
Tickling their cheeks at recess
Someone’s having fun
Canadian winters
like a scorned, jealous lover
just cannot let go
(c) Tournesol ’19-04-09
Daily Moments April 9 2019 April showers Troiku
That relentless guest that entered decades ago, knows not when to leave or when it is time to sleep. Lately it has risen with such vigour as it gnaws its way in private rooms where it does not belong. Kneading ever slowly, it spreads its venom throughout its host. No drug can lessen the power of its fists as it insists on making its presence known.
jabbing in her sleep
kneading ‘til she gasps in pain
wakefulness befriends
ice packs try to soothe
inflamed neck and shoulders
healing’s no recourse
ice to heat to ice
embracing fleeting moments
chasing small comforts
© Tournesol ‘19-04-06
Tournesol dans un Jardin 