Une mère par Linda Lemay

The prompt this week at Song Lyric Sunday Theme   is to Post a song about missing someone you love.  Let’s let them know how much we miss them and can’t wait to see them again.  In this post, I will never see this person again in this lifetime but hopefully, she will be greeting me when my time comes.  I did not translate the lyrics…Linday Lemay is a Québecois singer-songwriter who writes songs about life, day to day events, family and so much more.  If you want to get a taste of of the song, you can cut and paste it and translate it on Google Translate. It gives a rather fair to good translation.

This song starts with a mother coming home with her baby all the way  to   the end of her life.  It is very moving!

(c)'16
(c)’16

 

Une mère
Ça travaille à temps plein, ça dort un œil ouvert
C’est d’garde comme un chien
Ça court au moindre petit bruit, ça s’lève au petit jour
Ça fait des petites nuits.
C’est vrai, ça crève de fatigue
Ça danse à tout jamais une éternelle gigue
Ça reste auprès de sa couvée
Au prix de sa jeunesse, au prix de sa beauté.

Une mère,
Ça fait ce que ça peut, ça ne peut pas tout faire,
Mais ça fait de son mieux.
Une mère,
Ça calme des chamailles
Ça peigne d’autres cheveux que sa propre broussaille

Une mère,
C’est plus com’ le autres filles
Ça oublie d’être fière

Ça vit pour sa famille
Une mère,
Ça se confine au bercail
C’est pris comme un noyau
dans le fruit de ses entrailles

Une mère,
C’est là qu’ça nous protège
Avec les yeux pleins d’eau, les cheveux pleins de neige
Une mère,
A un moment, ça s’courbe, ça grince quand ça s’penche
Ça n’en peut plus d’être lourde
Ça tombe, ça se brise une hanche
Puis rapidement, ça sombre
C’est son dernier dimanche
Ça pleure et ça fond à vue d’oeil
Ça atteint la maigreur des plus petits cercueils
O bien sûr, ça veut revoir ensemble
toute sa progéniture entassée dans sa chambre
Et ça fait semblant d’être encore forte
Jusqu’à c’que son cadet ait bien r’fermé la porte
Et lorsque, tout’ seule ça se retrouve
Ça attend dignement qu’le firmament s’entr’ouvre
Et puis là , ça se donne le droit
De fermer pour une fois les deux yeux à la fois

Une mère ça ne devrait pas partir
Mais on n’y peut rien faire
Mais on n’y peut rien dire.

En savoir plus sur http://www.paroles.net/lynda-lemay/paroles-une-mere#OE1VbtBD6BUmO1TG.99

Click on Google Translate for an idea what this beautiful song says

moon beams haiku august 7 2016

in the night sky
swell of my heart
crescent moon beams

© Tournesol’16-08-07

Daily Moments – At one with Nature

In memory of Jane Reichhold – Aug. 7/16 (troibun)

© Clr '16
© Clr ’16

Walking home with her grandson after a wonderful day in the city,  she could not help but admire the sky. Once, her grandson was sound asleep, she read about the sad news…such a loss in the world of haiku. And then, she understood the mysteries of the sky tonight.

dash of white clouds
stand out
in the night sky

dash of white clouds
splash of goodness
wings of an angel

stand out
seventeen syllables
more or less

in the night sky
greets an angel with a smile
crescent moon

© Tournesol’16-08-07

And then she read this beautiful haiku  posted  by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, after she had written the above troiku.

without lights
the brightness of a blue sky
full of stars © Jane Reichhold

a star
stands outs tonight
for eternity

© Tournesol’16-08-07

shamanic journey
a red dragonfly comes
to guide the canoe © Jane Reichhold

new beginnings
only spirits see the path
still, unknown to us

© Tournesol’16-08-07

In memory of an artist, teacher and poet, Jane Reichhold.

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2016/08/carpe-diem-extra-august-6th-2016-first.html
Chèvrefeuille – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

all my children (troiku)

Inspiration today is “sunshine”

“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” Hans Christian Andersen

© ClRoberts’16

Troiku

daisies kiss the sun
in the wind, sunflowers sway
sunshine of my heart

daisies kiss the sun
open fields
of wildflowers

in the wind, sunflowers sway
mind the rhythm
my heart beats

sunshine of my heart
Mother Nature’s offspring
– all my children

© Tournesol’16

happiness (haiku)

Here is the quote for our inspiration on “happiness” at CDHK

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” Mahatma Gandhi

a new born coos
humming of a lullaby
mother’s surge of love

©Tournesol’16

fairies of the night (Troiku)

We are to write a haiku about fairies inspired by this photo:

Mysterious Nature

Troiku

enchanted forest
charming ditties echo
fairies of the night

enchanted forest
fireflies misconstrued
incantations float

charming ditties echo
mesmerizing tales of yore
sequined lyrics glow

fairies of the night
lustrous ballets through the night
vanish all at dawn

© Tournesol’16

Daily Moments Aug 1 2016 escapes haibun

(c) Clr’16

How wonderful to escape in words that take you to places in body and soul. She had downloaded a 5-book mystery novel plus a prequel last week…what a great way to enjoy Civic holiday weekend. Of course some may not be too pleased but like they say, “you can’t please everyone all the time.”

sits in wait
non-verbal messages
drone of a tiger

(c) Tournesol ’16 – 08 – 01

Daily Moments Aug 1 2016 escapes  haibun

retrouvaille (troiku)

(c) Clr’16

aimless stroll
life without meaning
‘til the sky sang

aimless stroll
going through the motions
searching in a daze

life without meaning
empty and dark
body without soul

‘til the sky sang
stretching
to eternity

(c) Tournesol’16

At one with Nature CDHK

Daily Moments July 31 2016  Retrouvaille (troiku)

nature provides (haiku)

(c) Clr’16

sunshine and rain
love and patience abound
key to lush gardens

(c) Tournesol’16

Haiku Horizons “Key”

art is relative (haibun)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder just as finding beauty in any kind of creative art. I don’t know why but this prompt “art” makes me thing of garbage day in the suburbs. Whenever you want to get rid of something that is still in fairly good condition, you usually put it to the curb a day or two before garbage day. I got rid of two sewing machines that way, a television and furniture. Within a few hours I saw cars or pick-up trucks collecting my wares. Someone’s trash can be another’s treasure and that is what makes me find the relation between art and trash.

I remember when I was a teenager and lived at our grandmother’s house. My sister and my bedroom was the furnace room in the basement. There was a small old bookshelf and I decided to paint it psychedelic style. Yep, I made it look like trash but at the time I thought it was art. Boy, was my grandmother EVER patient and tolerant to endure that piece of crap in our bedroom. But then again, she did not intrude in our little sanctuary too much. We were so blessed and never truly realized that gift at the time.

Look at young children who draw us their first pictures. Okay, okay, your heart is probably melting thinking of that first drawing. But honestly we actually had to ask our child what they saw in it because, let’s face it, we had not clue. But our hearts were all gooey and warm and filled with so much love, right?
Writing is an art as well as most of you who are reading may agree. Well, heck, of course it is!! When I started blogging I am pretty sure I did not create art but with encouragement and my love of the written word, I got a tiny bit better every day. I can’t draw or paint as I would love to but I have accepted to paint my world with words in poetry and especially in my waka (Japanese forms of poetry)

(c)Clr’16

lazy afternoon
ending with a slow dive
in the distance
heart swells with such joy
magenta skies and mauve clouds

(c) Tournesol’16

Stream of Conciousnes SoCS “art” at LindaGHill