Sleepless (senyrû)


Cropped Photo: Mural street art - Montréal, October 2013 Cheryl-Lynn Roberts
© C.L.R. 2014 Montreal Stree Art

phantoms of the night
crawl in joints, throbbing
 © Tournesol 2014
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/31

True Love (haiga)

Mary Cassaatt
True  Love (senryû) 
eyes raised with love
pure, honest devotion
suckling at her breast
© Tournesol ’14

Tears of joy (haibun)

+Our host at  Haiku Shuukan  has given us another interesting prompt.  At "Sand and Foam" by Khalil Gibran,  there is a verse about “tears”:  [...] "There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea". [..   And the prompt this week is "Tears".

Here are two haiku, Chèvrefeuille, our host has written on tears.

with tears in my eyes
I see how the wind is ruining
fragile beauty

fragile beauty
a gust of wind tears apart
Cherry Blossoms

© Chèvrefeuille (2013)

I am easily brought to tears when I am sad as much as when I am happy or exposed to exquisite beauty. I cry when I am emotionally touched like when my children were born, when I assisted to the birth of our grandson, and when I was hugged by Amma at a retreat in July; I cry when I have to say goodbye or when I meet family or friends after a time we`ve been apart. So many reasons. I have blue eyes and just walking outside if it is sunny or a bit windy, if it is cold like in winter, my eyes just tear up.   My children used to watch  me whenever a movie got to a sad part to see when I would cry; I even cry at there you have it, I am a cry baby still at my age:)  The most fun tears are those of joy and laughter, laughing until my tummy muscles hurt.

© C.L.R. June 1, 2014
oceans filled with tales
joys, pain and suffering, spark
salty tears
tears of joy
finally after seven years
our son is born.
our daughter sings
with her angelic peers
awe illicit tears
fragile blue eyes
shy away from blaring sun
tears in the wind.
as the sun sets
on the water
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/31




eviction (senryû)

nature’s landlord
kicks tenant out in the cold
a beggar

thankless season
beggar’s lodgings
Berri Métro

saison ingrate
logement d’un sans abri
métro Berri

© Tournesol

Donnez au suivant - les sans abris
Give to others - homelessness

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2014/08/30

Submitted for Carpe Diem #550 Beggar

spices and herbs (haiga)

© C.L.R. May 2014

angels smiling
sprinkling sweet-smelling dreams
budding lilacs

Dreams are scattered spices and herbs making life palpable and fragrant.

© Tournesol

The prompt at Carpe Diem #549 is  "dreams" and our host has quoted several verses from Khalil Gibran.

[...] "How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?" [...]

[...] "The flowers of spring are winter’s dreams related at the breakfast table of the angels". [...]

[...] "I would not be the least among men with dreams and the desire to fulfill them, rather than the greatest with no dreams and no desires".[...]

Our host wrote these dreamy haiku for this the second verse. The imagery is breathtaking.

[...] "The flowers of spring are winter’s dreams related at the breakfast table of the angels". [...]

breakfast with angels
as spring is starting after the cold -
flowering trees

after the dark winter
cherry trees are blooming again
Ah! what a joy!

© Chèvrefeuille

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2044/08/30 for Carpe Diem #549 Dreams

Harvesting (haiga)

© C.L.R. 2014

ripe corn fields
cat and mouse playing
hide and seek

© C.L.R. 2014

first harvest
young scanty berry bush

© Tournesol 2014

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/30


Autumn fun (tan renga)

in the pond
reflected trees and drifting leaves
- autumn's last show   
© Suzanne
children stare up at the sky
giggling on a bed of leaves.
 © Tournesol

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/29

Journeys (senryû)

Khalil Gibran wrote:
“A traveler am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul”

do not measure
their journey in metrics,

open paths of clarity,

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2014/08/29

Nana's dinner (Carpe Diem

harvest dusk--
sitting in the wheelbarrow
with the potatoes
©  Jim Kacian
© Harvest dusk
boy in wheelbarrow
looking up to  Grand-Dad
on the tractor

on the tractor
calls out to his protégé
time for dinner

time for dinner
Nana cooked shepherd’s pie
with day’s harvest

with day’s harvest
enjoying fresh sweet corn
and potatoes.

© Tournesol '14


kissed by serenity (tanka)

© C.L.R. 2014
the river mirrors
sails hang loose in silence
wind stands still
coast on an inward journey
kissed by serenity.
© Tournesol
© Tournesol
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/27

Stillness comforts (senryû)


walking home at night
deep silence summons my muse
alone at night

alone at night
deep stillness wraps me like
a duvet

© Tournesol

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/28

Untimely sunsests

© C.L.R. 2014
Under sun kissed skies
she gasps at lavish blossoms
nature`s final act

sodden  sense of sadness
inhales it all with wonder

I missed the sun
untimely sunsets tell a tale
announcing autumn

© Tournesol '14

© C.L.R. 2014

Submitted for  Carpe Diem's Vision Quest # 1 day 2, "an empty shell"
and Haiku Horizons - Sense

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/27

New beginnings (haibun)

My car broke down in the middle of the Jacques Cartier Bridge yesterday. My front wheel just ripped off the frame due to rust. I heard the sound of screeching burning behind me slamming on their brakes. Thank the Great Spirit they were swift. I am thankful I was not hit and I did not cause any accidents. Here I was in the middle of the bridge traffic coming and going on both sides of me.  The endless possibilites...  THAT is the only thing that kept playing in my mind...the cause of a multiple car pile up collision ...and it did not happen.   No one was car is not want anyone to EVER drive that killer trap.  I signed it over to my mechanic and that is that.  We now bury the remains of a shark (Tiburon Hyundai) be it!  


new moon
cosmos shift
scrapped my car
metal doctor diagnosed
its terminal fate

(American sentence) 

let us all bow our heads in silence
as we mourn this pack of metal.

© Tournesol

Now that that is out of the way. I can respond to this prompt seriously.  

Our host wrote:

new moon
she, our moon will grow again
a new life cycle
© Chèvrefeuille

I know that January is the traditional calendar New Year but September has always been a new change, a new year.  Even if children start a new year in September with school, how can we, as parents not be influenced by this new transformation. This time of year reminds me of new scribblers, brand new pens, writing real pretty on the first is a chance to start anew, to do better after a rest, vacation and it is an opportunity for students to much promise. 

new moon
hidden promise
cycle renewed

given a second chance
season pleads to survive

survival triumphs
new moon winks slyly
a new beginning

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/26


silence (haibun)

One thing I have grown to appreciate more and more is “silence”. I have written many poems, haiku and senryû about silence inasmuch as the rivers and rapids listen to my silent pain and suffering. Sometimes it hears my frustrations after a long day or that I  needed  to find patience to finish my day with calm.

When our children were little, I remember riding my bike rapidly to the Chambly rapids to refuel. The children would want to come along and I would tell them to stay with their father for half an hour and then we could go for a family bike ride after supper.  I would get to the rapids and sit on a rock and just the gushing of water noisily flowing down the damn into the rapids would embrace all my emotions, my silent screams would drown.  All this washing me with a bit more serenity in the space of perhaps fifteen minutes.

Days of frustrations
I sit by the river screaming
in silence.


In silence
purging qualms
soul soothing

Our miniature Schnauzer, Desirée died at 13 years old on the morning of 9/11.  So much to absorb that day, week and months to come.

Unlocking the door
expect tiny paws clicking
silent vacancy
Life is filled with necessary losses
wrapped in burlap coverlets. 

I am a sunset chaser.  When I visit a new town or a new town around dusk, I need to sit and watch the sun bow the end of the day.  My first and only condo I purchased  on my own, I fell in love with the sun setting on the patio from the 20th floor.  I have noticed when sitting with a friend or lover during a sunset, there are brief moments that no words are necessary to tell each other to simply watch in captivated silence. That is another reason I love climbing up to the roof of our work building when I can to simply see this breathtaking show.

© C.L.R. .2014
Tinted shades perform,
behold, speechless audience,
Show Time. 

In my work, listening is essential. Silence is often necessary to give a youth time to regroup, think through his/her next disclosure. Moreover, sometimes the silence tells me more…feeling the emotions weeping sadly through the phone line; I wait with humility and embrace their trust.

Frantic ramblings
halt in screaming silence,

© Tournesol ' 14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/24

Mother Nature's loom (tanka-American sentence)

This is a prompt I missed due to lack of time but I keep rereading it and it spoke to me. Our host wrote such a beautiful piece relating to Life being a Tapestry and it is quite meaningful and insightful, so I am sharing it here:

Life is like a tapestry by Chèvrefeuille, August 18, 2014

The creation of a tapestry starts at the beginning with an empty weaving loom. The weaver sits in front of it and meditates and contemplates about what he/she would like to create. Is it just a piece of art-work or does it have meaning? It doesn’t really matter. The weaving technique is the same (I think), but the result can be so much different. After he/she has decided what to make he/she will make a sketch and decides which colours, which material and which technique will be used.
Than he/she starts to create his/her tapestry and while looking at that process one can see how the tapestry becomes as was the idea … the colours are coming together making patterns, creatures, flowers and so on are becoming real … at the end the weaver sits back looks at his/her work and will smile, maybe will applaud and yell “eureka!” Another wonderful tapestry has been created and can be sold … or just put on the wall at their home. 

Chèvrefeuille goes on to say:

I think that our lives can be compared with a tapestry. As we are born the Weaver (God or Higher Self) starts his work with us. He looks at us and sees our future already, but he doesn’t know how our path would be going … which decisions we make … say ‘karma’ … The Weaver cannot interfere in our life. We are making our own mistakes, making the wrong decisions and so on. But … the Weaver has an idea about our lives. He has a design in mind for us and that design he starts weaving on his weaving loom.  © Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem #542 Tapestry

I have added a photo that I took last Fall that felt like a "moment of grace" when I witnessed such beauty. I was driving East to visit my mother at the nursing home and had to stop the car off the highway and find a side street in a tiny village to catch this for I knew I would lose that sky by the time I reached my mother`s town.
© C.L.R. October Masterpiece '13

Mother Nature’s loom.


toiling with patience
a chef d’oeurvre was created
muse des beaux arts
etched meticulously
ages before the Big Bang

(An American sentence) 

Trees stood in reverence at a masterpiece woven with magenta threads.

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/24

a different bliss (haiga)

© C.L.R. Hungry in the Park

summer dining,
waiting patiently to feast
on their wastes.

© C.L.R. Midsummer Blues fest
a beggar I’m not,
welcome to my concert hall
midsummer blues

© C.L.R. My sun room `14
summer bliss
sleeping under moonbeams
beggar’s sunroof

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2014/08/24


City wrens (haibun)

Parts and Pieces

Today I was walking to the office the oddest thing occurred.   There are a few trees lined on the border of the cul de sac and telephone wires in between.  I could not help but look up to see where all the chirping was coming from. One tree seemed to have hundreds of city wrens and now and then half of them would perch on the wire and chirp even louder.  I had to laugh to myself, thinking, “Gee, I wonder if this is a subcommittee of something or other that has to come to a decision on the fate of the city wrens in Mile End on rue Bernard.”  I looked up and saw a squirrel scurry quickly on the wire trying to join these birds. I hurried to take my smart phone out and aim…but alas, it was as if they could smell my anxiety or was it the squirrel who stopped the meeting?...they flew back to the trees.    I got about 4 birds on the wire and lost the squirrel. Darn!  So since I don’t have a photo, I still have that memory in my little brain. That’s all that really counts.

Last fall my son and I went for a drive in the Eastern Townships.  We drove through two small mountains and now we were arriving at Mount Sutton. I asked him to take a few photos as the scenery especially the trees were just breathtaking. “No, Ma,” he said, “If we take a photo now, we won’t try to come back again to catch this beautiful scene.” And he was right.  How did he get so smart? 

perched on a wire
city wrens in session
squirrel butts in

© Tournesol '14

city melodies (senryu)

In Montréal like many cities, there are many musicians who apply for a license to play in  subways and certain downtown locations.  This musician was at my Métro stop on my way to work and he would play such lovely sultry music. Imagine starting your day at work with this? Well, it was so hard to walk past him without leaning on the wall and listen to that sax. But I couldn't stay too long IF the escalator was out of service  I would have to climb those 4 flights of stairs.
© Clr '14

Last summer in the city of Montreal at this same Métro stop, Station Laurier,  the Ville de Montréal placed a piano. It was left there for anyone who felt like giving it a go. Some played chopsticks and sometimes I would arrive and classical music would wash over me...such a pleasant surprise. One would expect hot, muggy, concrete streets...and yes, we have that too but what a lovely change to hear music, sit on a bench nearby and listen. sometimes it was a child with their mother attempting to show Maman what he or she still remembered from music lessons.  But another time there was the piano man and two men jamming just for fun on the park bench across from that piano!  Très cool!

© Clr "12

© Clr '13

mid-day interlude
city street recital
men at play

Two streets away from work there is city parking lot and a small park next to it.  Last week I tried to park my car there and thought it fishy that there were only 4 cars on the lot. When I came to feed the metre, it had a plastic cover over it and a note saying only for monthly subscriber's. Hmm, I thought, well, I can`t take a chance and get a 50$ ticket and luckily a woman passed me in the lot and offered me her spot on the street because she was leaving. I love it when nice things like that happen!

There were three huge movie trailers parked at the end of the park and then I understood why the parking lot was not available. As I passed the park I saw a note saying if  "you cross this area, you are accepting to be filmed."  Cool! I might be a movie star!

In the evening after my shift, I took a photo of another cool piano in that park. I know when school starts in less than two weeks, they may remove it, so I really wanted that snapshot.

© Clr '14

city dwellers
regal among trees 
ivory keys

© Tournesol '14