False hope (shadorma/senryû)

Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin at BlogSpot.

When I saw this photo taken by Georgia at Basket and Sekhmet’s Library, I had to smile.  I had taken a phto of 2 pay phones in the Métro last Spring.  The fact that these are near such a lovely green space stirred contradictions…beauty, ugliness, pleasure and pain and this is what my muse came up with for  Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.

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(shadorma)

Assaults lurk
In the dead of night
behind trees
far from phones
cyclists never heard her screams
would have dialed for help.

(senryû)

predators always
study their territory
and their prey.

(shadorma)

phones by parks
gives false illusions
of safety
late at night
listen up! one`s never safe
when monsters still breathe

© Tournesol ’14

Now to make this fun a little and give me more of a challenge, I am adding my photos of these phones in the Métro. Having looked at them, my muse seems fixated on sad affairs.

 

© Clr '14 Montreal Métro Pay Phone
© Clr ’14 Montreal Métro Pay Phone

 (shadorma)

unused phones
 ever see someone
actually
Use a phone?
subways are sometimes seedy
all’s in the open

(senryû)

people make believe
blind to sordid actions
“I ain’t seen nothin’”

(shadorma)

Unless there`s
a Samaritan
does good deeds
calls for help
shouts out loud scaring monsters
back into their hole.

(tilus)

Wherever you go, bring
a
long a
friend.

© Tournesol ’14

Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin, by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

Life as you see it (senryû)

Life as you see it
may not be in my
line of vision.

don’t see eye to eye
differences of opinion
just a different lens

why must you argue
over and over and
over again?

wars have erupted
for far much more
and much less
what are you waiting forÉ
mediate for peace now

love, hate, greed
trigger some form of hell
we can all avoid.

© Clr – Tournesol `14/08/17

Mirror (haiga)

(c) Clr ’14 Looking in the Mirror

 

communicating
I can see me smiling
mirrored in their face

+

curse or G-d’s joke
reflection says I am so old
ignores inner child

(c) Tournesol

Originally Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts ’14/08/17 at Tournesol dans un jardin

Carpe Diem Family Shadow #6 “Mirror”

little creatures (haibun)

The prompt today is about small creatures. Our host presents us with Issa`s Giddy Grasshopper as our first inspiration:

giddy grasshopper
take care…do not leap and crush
these pearls of dewdrop
© Issa (source)

then Basho`s haiku here is another inspiration; I am quite partial to this one.

how pitiful!
underneath the helmet
a cricket chirping.
© Basho (Tr. Ueda)

The goal of this new feature is to write haiku about little creatures and more importantly to take notice of your surroundings.

Our host has written “Little Creatures” haiku:

deep silence
this lazy summer evening –
song of a cricket
© Chèvrefeuille

Young children seem so fascinated by nature`s tiny creatures. My son would look at ants working busily for hours…one tiny ant hill and he would cry inconsolably if someone stepped on that hill or any insect. I love how children teach us adults or many times remind us of what we once found important in life.

I remember as a young child spending hours in the field behind my house searching for grasshoppers. My mother was a hairdresser and she would put me outside to play which sure was better than going for a nap. Even in those days as a young child I hated going to bed.

I would jump, startled, if one jumped by me, then I would follow it, chasing it like a hunter. It would tease me regularly, keeping me busy most of the afternoon. Once I caught it, I would cup it in my two hands to make sure it would not get away and ask it to give me molasses. Okay, I had no clue at 4 and 5 years old what the darn thing did but either it was scared and it pooped out of fear or it had no problems of “irregularity” (see me chuckle here. Almost every summer afternoon, I would spend hours searching, under the hot sun accompanied by the piercing sound of crickets.

Credits: Grasshopper

afternoon quest
child stoops low in the field
grasshopper jumps

grasshopper jumps
she holds it gingerly
whispering
“give me some molasses
come on grasshopper friend.”

she giggles
grasshopper tickles her hand
ooops,it jumps away

rests under the elm
mother nature’s lullaby,
crickets chirrup

(c) Tournesol

Posted originally by Cheryl-Lynn at Tournesol dans un Jardin 2014/08/17

Submitted for Carpe Diem’s Little Creatures #1 Issa’s “giddy grasshopper” 

river critters (Carpe Diem Tackle it Tuesday)

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I used to love spending time at my GrandMaman’s house who lived by the river. I would spend mornings and afternoons on the dock, lying on my tummy watching the minnows swirling in circles and catfish jumping up now and then. I could never eat a catfish because they were like friends…pets to me. And the minnows would tickle my hand in the water and my ankles if I dared put my feet in the water. I say dare, because we were not allowed to venture in the water without an adult. I don’t ever remember disobeying that rule either. When I think of the freedom we had then that most children do not have today, I was pretty lucky to spend all that time alone with these little critters.

lying on the dock

absorbed by swirling minnows

catfish splashes

(c) Tournesol

Submitted for Tackle it Tuesday “Regularity”

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, `14/08/17

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Sun bows (haiga)

Carpe Diem Special #102, Jim Kacian’s 3rd “falling leaves”

falling leaves
the house comes
out of the wood

© Jim Kacian

Our host writes:flowers of ice

on the window melting in the sun –
“look dad! it snows!”

© Chèvrefeuille

(c) clr - Tournesol '14
(c) clr – Tournesol ’14

sun bows
into the horizon,
hush! baby sleeps

© Tournesol

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/16

River listened, made me smile

I spoke to the river,
it listened to my sorrow
a gust made lilies quiver
I then looked on below
a fountain did cascade
the sound of water sprayed
I couldn’t help but smile
feeling better all the while.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/30

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Metamorphism ~ Poetry Prompt 58 unlikely haiku

Ego Alterego

Metamorphism

reddish spot

swells,  ripens, turns white

zit spits!

astringent

cleansing, moisturizing

beautifying

foundation

eyelids shaded, traced

lips painted.

hair conditioned

ironed, teased, tousled,

uncombed look.

 ~

silver choker,

pearl studs, friendship ring

bracelets jangle

skin-tight dress

no undies, black stilettos

ready to party.

~

men drooling

crowds admiring

mission accomplished.

 

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/27

Written for:  Pooky Poetry Prompt #58 Unlikely Haiku

Rain (haiga)

© clr 2014
© clr 2014

cleansing rain

feeds mother earth

hurts my joints

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/25