Poetry ~ Waka
Lazy afternoon
Refrigerator humming
Eyelids giving in
Lazy afternoon
Purring loudly on her chest
Worries melt away
Refrigerator humming
Cars pass intermittently
Rhythmic melodies
Eyelids giving in
Measured, dull and hypnotic
Startled by her snore!
© Tournesol `19-04-05
Daily moments – Suddenly awakened (troiku)
new spring concerto
that first cry of a newborn
chirping at sunrise
© Tournesol ’19-04-04
Daily Moments dawn’s performance Haiku
(c) Clr 2014
white light
beckonning full moon
white dove
white dove
soaring to infinity
free at last
free at last
moonbeams form a stairway
steps to heaven
© Tournesol ’14
Six weeks of battling a winter cold or is it a spring cold? Sipping her ginger tea with dollops of honey she savours the sweet taste. An image of a bee comes to mind and she can’t wait for the first dandelions so bees can come back and do their magic.
Chubby stained hands
Gathering dandelions
A mother’s bouquet
© Touronesol ‘19-04-02
Daily Moments – April 2 2019 flowers for mommy
It seems that yesterday, she was back with her long underwear, winter coat and tuque. Today she looks out her patio window at that pale blue sky. She walks over to her feline friends who are basking in the sun. Stroking their warm fur is soothing both to human and felines.
All in all, it’s a gorgeous spring day today. The snow melted from yesterday. The sidewalks are clear and there’s no need to strap on those cleats today. Yes, it is a glorious sunny day. As long as she can wear her tap dance shoes for Mother’s Day, she’ll settle for cold but sunny.
Blissfully they purr
Just like Nanny’s old duvet
Sunrays on their backs
© Tournesol 19-04-01
Daily Moments – April 1 2019
child abuse
violence, rape and incest
time served’s NOT enough!
children’s rights
smugly shouting “youth’s Justice”
have we really tried?
children crying
empty bellies aching
in the night
child soldiers
fighting their fathers’ wars
victims of our sins
lost childhoods
never reaching puberty
justice not for all
youths’ injustices
landfills filled with promises
adults’ failing youths
(c) Tournesol ’19/04/01
A friend invited her on a social network page called ‘women in midlife and older’. She had crossed mid-life two decades ago yet a flood of thoughts came in waves. Her first thoughts were “I was reborn at 45 or was it… finally awakened from a life of “should’s and if only’s”
lazy morning rise
awakened by a deep sleep
crossroads at midlife
midlife crisis
G-d’s gift for second chances
spring cleaning and loss
She remembers trying to write her story from birth to the present not realizing it was never her tale to tell. It was all a dream belonging to too many characters and her true “self” started much later.
MIDLIFE
rousing at sunrise
shedding dreams of should’s and if only’s
midlife morning dew
wakened from a dream
filled with “should’s and if only‘s”
midlife mourning due
© Tournesol ‘19-03-31
Daily Moments March 31 2019 – late bloomer
It was raining outside and to add sunshine in her home, she put on jazz. Listening to Andrea Motis and her band made the apartment glow.
Random thoughts were running through her mind. Spring cleaning was well overdue and an excellent way to work through the cobwebs of her brain. There was therapy in clearing closets.
showers clear debris
season’s past washing away
open to rebirths
© Tournesol ‘19-03-30
Daily Moments March 30th 2019
Looking at her two bff’s (best feline friends) watching something moving among the decayed leaves, she wondered how life was perceived for her feline friends. They were indoor cats. How does a shut in see the world? Is there curiosity or envy? Is there fear or relief?
Spring dredges us such good feelings of her youth. That first bike ride to school giving her an extra fifteen minutes to skip rope with her peers. The first walk without boots and feeling so light on her feet. That walk hand in hand with a new crush, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.
Then the reality of her work comes to mind and what takes place behind closed doors, come spring, summer, fall or winter…
spring is in the air
fast cars and motorcycles
sweet scents of freedom
spring is in the air
watching it all come to life
indoor cats just dream
fast cars and motorcycles
kicking up a cloud of dust
April rains will clean
sweet scents of freedom
first loves or devil’s cunnings
too bad cats can’t speak
© Tournesol ‘19-03-26
Tournesol dans un Jardin 