Aging (troiku)
Aging
does not produce wisdom
…just, awakenings
Aging
humbling way to say
I told you so
Does not produce wisdom
without the right
nourishment
…just, awakenings
emerge humbly when
… shit happens
(c) Tournesol 2024-09-06
Poetry ~ Waka
Aging (troiku)
Aging
does not produce wisdom
…just, awakenings
Aging
humbling way to say
I told you so
Does not produce wisdom
without the right
nourishment
…just, awakenings
emerge humbly when
… shit happens
(c) Tournesol 2024-09-06

It’s Mother’s Day and I keep thinking backwards and then forward…I miss my mom but i see her in me, and through me and through my children and love her for keeping her spirit alive in all of us. She is in my children and grandchildren…loving them so so much.
It’s that time of year again
remembering uncooked chocolate pudding
and toast in bed
each grain of powder saying, “I love you Mom”
ceramic paper weights
paper doilies
macaroni necklace…
I remember picking dandelions
and drawing pictures,
gluing absorbing cotton clouds
hearing her voice singing songs with made up words
laughing with delight and childlike joy
running her fingers in her curly hair
hugging me, whispering “I love you, darling”
(C) ClRoberts 2022-05-08

A story keeps sneaking to the forefront of her consciousness. For 2 hours he talked about his plan that could be accessible anytime he wanted. The scary thing about it was that he could make it look like an accident and no one would ever be the wiser. Writing about it today actually appeases her compared to last week. His plan scared her for days, lingering in the back of her mind but now she sees it more as his survival…empowering him. He now has a choice, whether he executes it or not, and that, may be something he never had growing up…a choice.
Some young adults may finally have a chance to feel what it is like to be free from the clutches of their oppressor(s) and it might be too much to handle on their own…too much to process, let alone, heal. They may feel bombarded with too many nightmares they have lived growing up.
And that is the part of her job that she loves…being there at a moment if and when the may feel ready to reach out and try and make some sense of their nightmares. Sifting through the memories and challenges together. She often feels like a silent sounding board but with a slight difference. “Kindness is language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” Mark Twain
Maybe reaching adulthood actually means taking back what was rightfully theirs.
light finally shines
mysteries start to unravel
taking back the night
© tournesol ‘2019/12/07



Walking on her usual path to the bus stop, she rolls her beaded bracelet with two fingers, whispering. At first she looks up at the sky, then notices the trees and branches waving shyly. Images of Amma floats in front of her, smiling…always smiling. Her mind is like a field of bumper cars going, coming and crashing. She has to slow down and whisper louder to block the distractions that clutter her mind.

After several series, she is in her own world, sitting on the bus, watching the ice patches floating on the Saint Lawrence. Another mega bridge is being built parallel to the one the bus is crossing. All those men working in the cold. She shivers at the thought.
clouds holding secrets
Mother Nature knows
Snow, rain or hail
clouds holding secrets
Chaos in the world
Tears from heaven
Mother Nature knows
How it will all end
Sins we committed
Snow, rain or hail
March wavers tween two seasons
always be prepared
© Tournesol’18/03/04
Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt is hail
Daily Moments – Sunday reflections – (troibun) A troibun is a term I use to term a haibun but rather than having haiku within the text, I have a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai
life
at a standstill
where am I?
life
mine and yours
planets apart
at a standstill
we gaze
different horizons
where am I
detaching
seeking the light
©Tournesol’17/07/23
Daily moments – Am I ready? (Troiku) July 23, 2017
my pen and I
fuse
writing a haiku
©Tournesol’17/02/07
daily moments February 7, 2017 My Pen
naivety hangs on
realness is in every friend
such foolish thinking
naivety hangs on
authenticity and,
goodness reigns
realness is in every friend
in the land of Utopia
such childish thoughts
such foolish thinking
disillusions
cruel realities
©Tournesol’17/02/04
Daily moments – some truths hurt (troiku) February 4, 2017
in midst of chaos
between rock and a hard place
never safe
©Tournesol`17/02/02
Daily Moments – Feb 2 2017 chaos

tomorrows
on my mind
how fickle am I?
tomorrows
a lifetime away
infrequent presents
on my mind
musings
living and dying
how fickle am I?
wrestling in vain
empty distractions
©Tournesol’17/01/03
Daily moments – Western thought Jan 3 2017 Troiku
Waking up to grey skies, she cannot help but feel there is more to this day then this muted sky. No, definitely, she feels it. Her feline friend does too. Something tangible is felt in the atmosphere she knows will transpire soon…
morning skies
relief is on the way
melancholy haze
(c) Tournesol’16-08-16