Poetry ~ Waka
Pink is bright
it seems to smile
catch the light
and all the while
dispels vigour
it seems to me
although I’m blue
all the way through
and lots of friends
do love their pink
so here I wink
an ode for them
who love to sink
in love and joy
with brilliant pink.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/14
leaves filter
shades of heaven
clouds shy away.
~
feuilles amassent
les teintes du ciel
nuages s’écartent
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/14
(tanka)
ciel terne sanglote
temps triste, déchirant
d’espoir sue
sous l’abri de ma douce couette
dormir pour fuir les chagrins.
dull grey sky weeps
sad times shedding tears
wilting despair
wrapped under cosy duvet
fleeing chagrins in my sleep.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/13 (Friday 13th)
Photo credit: Bonfire in Finland
Kids giddy with joy
staying up late to play
Summer Solstice.
All night bonfires
singing, dancing, having fun
Summer Solstice.
Tilling the soil,
cultivating the earth
life renewed.
Mother Earth
bestows sustenance
life renewed.
Rejoice in life
fires blaze and celebrate
promising season.
(Tanka)
Sleepless children
longer days, shorter nights
full-house in the summertime
parents miss intimacy
steeling quickies now and then.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/09
ribbon of colours
streaks across the endless sky
dance of the spirits
ancestors’ rainbows whisper,
swirl in rhythmic harmony.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/31
(haiku)
Inhaling
nature, green beckons
childish fun.
&
Clicking on the menu
to start a new contact,
the story will ensue
we form a first contract
I listen and care too,
sometimes it gets sad
need to find a bit of glad
to maintain my strength,
then, my heart fills
with feel-good thrills…
soak up a fond venue
screen portrays this view…
Two soul sisters
in more ways than one,
resting on the stairs
soaking up the sun;
just seconds before,
they make a dash for
a game of
Tag! you`re It!
and Catch me if you Can!
a little friendly wrestle
growling in their
rounds of muscle
all in sisterly
canine fun.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/05/30
Submitted for: PookyPoetry Prompt #30 – Screensaver. I often alternate with a screensaver at work from family photos of my mom and me, my grandson, my children, lovely street photos I took or loving pets. These are two sisters my son owns, taken on the back steps of his Rougemont home. I call these split second escapes when counselling on the phone to maintain a strong, comforting and engaging stance.
Soul Sisters
Hauntingly
seeks reconnaissance
echoing
brilliance
sun reflects on golden pond
unlike empty eyes.
Insights, comprehension
forever
gone.
In a daze
strives for some semblance
hesitates
contemplates
who is this old face who gapes?
where has time escaped?
rouses from a deep sleep
spots her, in
me.
Is this fate…
reality bites
I shall change
destiny
cast off all senility
inhale lucidness.
Embrace reflections on
this pond…see,
me.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/27
Submitted for: Mindlovemiserysmenagerie Shadorma Photo Prompt #9
A shadorma is composed of six non-rhyming lines (sestina or sextet) and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5. It can have as many stanzas as you like, just as long as each stanza follows the syllable pattern mentioned above . You have a week to create you poems so be patient and let the photo inspire you! Or use your own photograph or art work!
Tilus – the poem is divided into two parts, the first consisting of two lines of 6 – 3 syllable count. The second is composed of a single one syllable word. The goal of the tilus which must not be more than 10 syllables is to contemplate the world of nature and how it can open the door of understanding life.
an infant is born
one or two parents
bond and sojourn
with babe in their arms
for years to come,
attention is spent
to this child’s content.
Then something snaps
this union elapse
estrangement ensues
the youth feels alone
cannot even grasp,
yet tries to remember
this schism took place
he then comprehends
and feels a disgrace
his parent’s don’t care
or want to erase
his presence forever
he’s n’er been born.
when did this all happen?
each off on their own
no one is communicating
a youth is deteriorating
and wants to give up
knows not how to cope
but then will reach out
and we’ll instill hope.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/17
(Haiku)
pommetier
bourgeonne dans la nuit
fleurira.
(haiku)
crabapple tree
budding promise,
in the night.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/12
Tournesol dans un Jardin 