Daily Moments December 13, 2017   shined on me (senryu)

(c) clr 2017

winked at me
I saw him winking
thrilled I’ve been acknowledged
aglow inside

aglow inside
one moment in infinity
worries disappear

worries disappear
feel a reverent presence
moonbeams shine on me

©Tournesol’17/12/13

Daily Moments December 13, 2017   shined on me  (senryu)

Getting to know you and me…

A friend of mine posted these questions on her facebook page.  To answer I thought it would be nice to post here and invite anyone in the blogging community to participate…skip some if it feels too personal.

 

 

  1. Favourite smell? A newborn’s skin,  home baked bread and leather
  2. Last time you cried? Two nights ago

  3. Favourite Pizza? Mushroom

  4. Favourite flower? Daisies

  5. Favourite animal? Not fair because it’s equal…cat and dog

  6. Did you go to college? Yes, university

  7. Untie your shoes when taking them off?  Sometimes

  8. Roller coaster? Definitely NOT

  9. Favourite ice cream? Laura Secord chocolate chip

  10. Shorts or jeans? Jeans

  11. What are you listening to? Lady in Satin, Billie HolidaY

13) What Christmas cds are you listening to this year?  Aretha Franklin – Silent Night

  1. Tattoos? Not yet
  • Hair colour ? Silver\blonde

  • Eye Colour? Blue

  • Favourite food to eat?  Langoustine and rice

  • Favourite holiday? Easter

  • Beer or Wine? Organic beer

  • Night owl or morning? Night owl

  • Favourite day of the week? Sunday and it is also the day I was born in my Grandmother’s bed

  • Do you have a nickname? Cher, Lynn and my grandmother called me “La Grand Jaune”

  • Favourite season? Spring because I was born in March…a rebirth every year

  • Favourite place to get away? California

  • Missing someone? My mom (especially this time of year)

  • Dream vacation? Southern India, Southern Ireland, Australia and Brazil

  • What would you do if you won the lottery? Buy a house for both my adult children, set aside a trust fund for my grandson when he turns 25 or if he goes to college; buy a studio condo in Montreal, a cottage in Easter Townships and studio in southern India (Kerala) and another studio in California – Mendocino county.

  • Regrets? Yes, and have learned from them and I’ll probably come back to right them in another life

  • Middle name? Patricia

  • Go back to secondary school? Not really

  • Ocean or lake? Ocean

  • Who do you think will do This? Not sure but it is fun

  • Copy and paste into your status and change my answers if you are posting this in Facebook.

    Wintertime (Fibonacci – Naani – Troiku)

    (c) Clr’17

    ( Fibonacci )
    white
    snow
    brightens
    our winters
    despite shorter days
    enjoying snow melt on my tongue
    as I stare agape at the snow clouds in the sky

    life
    is
    so brief
    transcending
    and temporary
    like a snowflake melts on my cheek
    and vapours on morning seas vanish effortlessly

    ( naani ) 

    snow on my balcony
    I rest in the warmth of my abode
    wishing I were a child again, rolling in the snow
    making snow angels as I stare up in the heavens

    (troiku) 

    snow falls
    brightening  death
    of winter

    snowfalls
    dressing trees
    with white angels

    brightening  death
    adorning mother’s place
    snow covered tombstone

    of winter
    slumber takes over
    melancholy hearts

    ©Tournesol’17/12/10

    Daily Moments December 10  2017 – Wintertime

    http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/12/carpe-diem-weekend-meditation-10-fibo.html

    Silent Sunday – 7 Days of B & W Photos

    I was challenged last week to post 7 days of B&W photos, with no people or comment on Facebook. Here are the 7 days where I will describe briefly where the photo was taken.

    Day 1 of 7 B & W Photos – shop on boulevard St Laurent, Mile End, Montreal, Qc.

    Image may contain: 3 people, bicycle and outdoor
    ©Clr’17/12/01

    Day 2 of 7 B & W Photos – view from my birth home – Yamaska River, Farnham, Qc.

    Image may contain: cloud, sky, tree, outdoor and nature
    ©Clr’17/12/2

     

    Day 3 of 7 B&W Photos — rue St Denis, Montreal, on my way to work

    Image may contain: tree, plant and outdoor
    ©Clr’17/12/3

     

    Day 4 of 7 – B & W photos – boul de Maisonneuve, Montreal facing le Pont Jacques Cartier

    ©Clr’17/12/4

    Day 5 of 7 of B & W Photos – my front balcony

    Image may contain: table, plant and outdoor
    ©Clr’17/12/5

     

    Day 6 of 7 of B| & W Photos – My home with my BFF (best feline friend posing)

    Image may contain: one or more people, people sitting, bedroom and indoor
    ©Clr’17/12/6

    Day 7 of 7 of B & W Photos –  The restaurant in my office building (Mile End, Montreal, Qc.)

    Image may contain: one or more people
    ©Clr’17/12/7

    Presents of presence (troibun) Daily Moments December 9 2017

    Image may contain: tree, sky, car and outdoor
    ©Tournesol’17/12/09

    Peering out the window, she sighs with relief. She is an observer today and doesn’t need to join the crowd across the street. All the hustle and bustle in the shops are stressful enough but to add to this, people circling around for too long to find the perfect parking spot. Heaven forbid today she is not working where she would be normally cutting through this lot to get to her bus for work! Yes, she has been bumped by a car before and the man just looked at her as if she was a vision! Last week a young woman was passing through a STOP sign and the lined area where she was crossing…it shocked her as well and she just stopped in front of the car, gave her the “mother look” and pointed to the stop sign. My oh my, what a way for her to start her work day! It actually shook her back to reality and that she must be extra careful this time of year. Not only must she watch out for ice patches or black ice, at stop signs or even traffic lights, there are always one or two cars that whip by as if she had no business crossing the road at a GREEN light!

    Now the holidays should be seasoned with love, well wishes and harmony. But it is rarely so for too many. The less fortunate who may have just lost their job, expectant children wondering what Christmas morning will be like and mothers trying to make a feast with next to nothing are some realities too many are living. It is a time of year many youths say how they dread going back to school to hear their peers boast about their gifts and how they can’t wait for the novelty of that new tablet, racing sled or hockey equipment is over so they can feel more or less “normal” among their classmates.

    For some may who may have a little more, the pressure is still on to balance all the gifts fairly among their children. The extra cost of food is quite astounding and certainly breaks the weekly budget for at least a month or so. How did her grandmother do this on her meagre old age pension?!

    She sighs again praying silently…

    (troiku)

    wished upon a star
    sundry degrees of joy – rise
    with one’s presence

    wished upon a star
    feels a loving presence
    warmth drapes her

    sundry degrees of joy – rise
    family and friends’ warm wishes
    watch her grandson sleep

    with one’s presence
    and another and another
    multiplies the presents

    ©Tournesol’2017/12/10

    The Daily Post – Degree –  Daily Moments – presents of presence  (Troibun)

    A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

    those empty rooms (haibun)

    Today I sit thinking of my cousin who is like my kid brother. He lost his lifelong partner last Wednesday. I’m a phone call away and an hour and a half drive away but still… For now there will be children and grandchildren visiting; aunts, uncles and cousins too and friends bringing him comfort as well as a casserole or two. The busyness goes on like a whirlwind for those who grieve and then after the services it slowly stops. Let the grief truly begin. There is no right way or wrong way to mourn, nor is there an expiry date…no indeed, it stays fresh, raw and painful for the time it does…and I know he aches today and will tomorrow. His children and grandchildren will miss their mother and grandmaman who lived life with such passion. She laughed with such enthusiasm and loved with all her heart.

    (American Sentence)

    Walking through each empty room, he looks longingly theough his liquid blues.

    ©Tournesol’17/12/08

    Daily Moments December 8, 2017

    The Friday Reminder for Saturday and Prompt SoCS “liqu”

    uncertainty of life (troiku) Daily Moments Dec 8 2017

    ©Clr’17

    what am I?
    in the cosmos
    a spec of dust

    what am I?
    taking up space
    and to what end?

    in the cosmos
    fighting to stay alive
    all living things

    a spec of dust
    in a vacuum
    of uncertainties

    ©Tournesol’ 17/12/08

    Daily Moments – uncertainty of Life – December 8, 2017

     

    Oceans ailing (Troiku)

    Icicles hang
    beneath the boardwalk
    the lonely ocean

    Icicles hang
    waiting
    for the storm

    beneath the boardwalk
    a child’s pail and shovel
    forgotten

    the lonely ocean
    too many fish
    are dying

    ©Tournesol’17/12/04

    Haiku Horizons: Ocean

    city mornings (troiku) Daily Moments December 4, 2017

    (c) Clr ’15 Métro Bonaventure

    (troiku)

    early morning start
    Monday in the city
    people watching

    early morning start
    unaccustomed
    autumn dark skies

    Monday in the city
    rush hour push and shove
    coins drop in tin cup

    people watching
    one by one they shuffle by
    empty cups in hand

    ©Tournesol’17/12/03

    parting notes (a cherita)

    ©Clrè17 by the river at Mom’s home

    (a cherita)

    a time to live, a time to love

    she lived with an open heart
    compassion her middle name

    turned the heads of many men
    touched the hearts of all ages
    then parted to eternal bliss

    ~

    shrill of the cicadas

    drawing one’s attention
    piercing and disturbing

    transforms to a lullaby
    one of nature’s wonders
    a call from the other side

    ©Tournesol’ 17/12/01

    June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014

    Written for Tale Weaver 148 – Dust – at MindloveMiserysMenagerie