crystal icicles
patent leather snow
suicide roads
(c) Tournesol ’19/02/05
Daily moments Feb5/19
icicles haiku
Goodbye Mr. Monk Troibun Daily Moments
I am going to miss this show. I used to watch it when it first came out when I lived in Toronto. At that time, it just felt too weird watching a man who had similar behaviours that one of my colleagues had. Granted, Mr. Monk’s were more exaggerated but I remember how this particular colleague got on the nerves of many of my peers. He was sweet….no, not Mr. Monk, but my colleague but like Mr. Monk he bordered on annoying, brilliant and absolutely frustrating.
So a month ago I started binging on Mr. Monk’s 8 seasons on Netflix. I laughed, cried, connected and warmed up to this guy in so many ways. Last night was my last episode and I am saddened to have had to say goodbye yet, knew it was time. There are just so many more you can add to his situation of chasing the murderer of his wife, Trudy.
I loved that guy and everyone associated with him. It is a great show on detective work and mostly on tolerance and true friendship.
So tonight, I decided to write a blurb to say Goodbye, Mr. Monk, you will be missed.
routines
obsessive patterns
dependable
routines
repetitive
safety in numbers
obsessive patterns
annoying rituals
yet comforting
dependable
always accountable
Goodbye Mr. Monk
© tournesol ‘19-02-05
Silent Sunday
same old, same old (troiku) daily moments Feb 2, 2019
Another snowy day
winter enthusiasts cheer
others read
another snowy day
low on coffee cream
trapped inside
winter enthusiasts cheer
shut-ins chanting
same old same old
others read
barefoot on sandy beaches
sun kissed cheeks
(c) Tournesol ’19-02-02
winter skies (tanka)
under winter skies
spreading their wings
angels giggling
children blowing smoke rings
dancing diamonds on the snow
© Tournesol ‘19/01/29
seeking downy comfort (troibun)
Sleep...that is what she seeks,
sleep ...that is what she needs
fall into oblivion
crib of downy comfort
sleep...that is what she seeks
sleep...that is what she needs
finally at the crack of dawn
just before those early chirps
eyelids sealing shut...
running aimlessly
breathing heavily
strangers in the night
running aimlessly
hear the sounds of heathens
searching for the light
breathing heavily
lethal inhalations
fill her lungs with sin
strangers in the night
flee as she awakens
nightmares now begin
waiting patiently
steady purring heals the soul
nature, at its best
(c) Tournesol '19/01/25
does the universe even care?
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
does the universe even care?
summer love that has to end
saying goodbye in September
broken hearts and stolen dreams
lovers mourn in muted screams
wishing they would not remember
autumn in its amber shades
masking truths too hard to bear
does the universe even care?
school becomes a new distraction
mothers scrimping for more pennies
children’s shoes will not endure
humbled with their meagre meal
peanut butter spread too thin
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
does the universe even care?
October ends in farce and fury
poverty clothed in Halloween
witches taunting mockingly
nary a princess or a queen
dreading winter, parents worry
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
does the universe even care?
December heaves a downy blanket
void of presents and empty cupboards
January weighs a thousand woes
hungry bellies and frozen toes
housing they cannot afford
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
does the universe even care?
social services cannot keep up
greedy leaders just turn away
their pockets lined with children's dreams
parents working night and day
politics drowning all their screams
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
does the universe even care?
blindly seeking for a break
depression hovers constantly
winter nearing to an end
melancholy lurking silently
hiding spring’s utopia
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
does the universe even care?
bound in darkness and despair
breaking through with fiery rage
some may find an ounce to share
fill them with ample courage
reaching out to one who cares
mid-season blues
like summer draughts that bring despair
someone out there really cares!
© Cheryl-Lynn ‘19-01-23
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Kitty, it’s cold outside!
pure addictions. Troiku. Daily Moments Jan 19/19
Sitting in her late mother’s rocking recliner, she pets her black cat gently. The silky fir feels nice to her touch and the more she takes pleasure in stroking her tiny head and slender body she feels her heart beating slower. The loud steady vibrations of the purring is making her smile.
It’s like getting a booster shot of valium,, a third glass of wine or a few tokes of MJ. The lightheaded feeling makes her smile again and she admires that sweet innocence of her one year old cat.
She feels blessed. Her other cat with her hypnotic eyes also comfort her. She is truly a lucky woman.
Soft silkiness
Chasing worries away
Soothing purrs
Soft silkiness
Scent of a newborn
Melting all hearts
Chasing worries away
Effective and addictive
Like a drug
Soothing purrs
Nature’s gift
To mankind
© Tournesol ‘19/01/19 Daily moments pure addictions. Troiku
hidden secrets (troiku)
mysteries of the mind
seeking insights
cobwebs
mysteries of the mind
hidden in a maze
only spirits see
seeking insights
muted melodies
and pleading mantras
cobwebs
heart murmurs
holding secrets
© Tournesol ‘19-01-18
Tournesol dans un Jardin 