One (haiga)

Percé Rock at Sunrise, Québec.
mother nature
greets the Great Spirit
Diverse faiths
summon their G-d
echoes at sunrise

© Tournesol `14

man's best friend (haiga)

© photobucket albums
left behind in haste
home to city life
piercing howl
molten asphalt
led by scents of home
cracked paws

master's guilt
soothing sores, bearing treats
home sweet home.

© Tournesol '14

V (haiku)

cacophonic honk
home south

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/29


pirouette (haiga)

sizzling hot night/
ballerina's quick pirouette/
horny toad

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/28

faith (haiku)

[...] “A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.” [...] Francis of Assisi

moving shadows
as the sun climbs to his throne -
Peter Pan was here
© Chèvrefeuille

Inspired by Francis of Assisi

faith restored
showers of light beams
after the landslide

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/28


whispering guest (haiga)

© C.L.R. BFF Best Feline Friend, Bette

Who is my whispering guest?

Bette and I
gazing out my patio
geese honk
what am I today?
sluggish like a snail
feline purrs
who am I today?
roles lost in multi-tasking
leaf kissed my window
where am I today?
tranquil moments of now
cat sees the dead fly
how am I today?
quill moves with gentle
jotting lines
moments flash in autumn breeze

whispering guest

© Tournesol '14

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2014/09/29

winter dreams (haiga)

© C.L.R. '14

scattered petals
tiger lily beds
fallen leaves
fallen leaves
orange blossoms weave
winter’s  quilt
winter’s quilt
tawny hues share
tranquil dreams

© Tournesol '14

Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars #7, Koyu-Ni's "Tranquil" 

posing(Tan Renga)

© C.L.R. '14
nature sleeps
carpet of silent snow
red leaf falls

© Becca Givens

chasing shadows in the park
squirrel stops to pose

© Tournesol '14

Carpe Diem, tan renga, challenge 51, becca

corn (haiga)

(C) C.L.R. '14
in the cornfield
cat chased a mouse
(c) Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Robertgs 2014/09/26

autumn melody (haibun)

Photo credits:  Gettt Images

I felt energized walking to the bus today with the warm sun.  Imagine walking September 25th in a sleeveless shirt and jeans.  Yes, indeed, it was so warm, I had to put my hair up in a bun, the sun was so hot on my neck.  I had checked the forecast before leaving and felt encouraged to see that mid 20C was expected until Sunday. Today was my last day of my work week since I have Friday and Saturday off.  So off I marched to the bus in good spirits.

summer heat
yet autumn wind
blew fallen leaves

Ah but when I passed a row of trees, my feet touched a precious season’s gift.  I slowed my pace to hear the sound that pleased my ears.  Within a few seconds, I was a ten year old walking to school  hearing the crunch under my feet observing the lawns covered with reds, amber and shades of gold and yellow.  Fast-forwarding in my reverie I was jumping in a large pile of leaves, making my crunch, autumn bed...last  play before the ground will freeze...until I will lay on a white blanket making snow angels...but not quite yet...

walking through autumn treasures
crunch of fallen leaves 
crunch of fallen leaves
season`s new sonata
music to my ears
(c) Tournesol '14
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #570 Fallen leaves

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2014/09/26

survival (haiku)

makeshift tunnel
barely space for one more
claimed its space among
a colony
colony of ants
filled every space avoiding
the exterminator
(c) Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/26

a thousand deaths (renga)

Metallica - One [Official Music Video]
Be a man
he said
yes, Father
right, left, right, left,right
attention!, aim, fire
be a man
he said,
yes, Sergeant
peacekeeper or warrior
protecting and killing
causes for democracy
wrapped in bloodstained cloths
end of tour of duty
safely on home turf
only innocents
feel the safety
how he yearns for safety
turning back the clock
nightmares, flashbacks
a thousand deaths each day
© Tournesol

space for daisies (haiga)

(c) C.L.R. '14



on tickling grass

cleared a space

kneels to pray


reverent space

beneath the tombstone

daisies for Nana

(c) Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/26


Prelude (haiga)

(c) C.L.R. '14

green to gold
rusting grassland
reaching to the sky

(c) C.L.R. '14
smiling at the sun
embracing autumn
squirrel in the park
(c) C.L.R.'14
burst of colours
last concerto

(c) Tournesol '14

Vivaldi - Autumn, The Four Seasons (Concerto No. 3 in F major, Op. 8, RV 293)

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/24

apples (haiga)

© C.L.R. '14
fallen apple
school trip to the orchard
crow  gulps the worm
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/24


weaving deams (haibun)

© C.L.R. '14 Wishes do come true
Everyone should have dreams and when they are met, then we need to add more.  It is what adds life and spice to our lives.  As a very young child I dreamt of being an actress like Marilyn Monroe driving around in a red flamed Cadillac …HA!  

Then I wanted to be a nun or nurse when I was in elementary school. My grandmother was a mid-wife but to me she was a nurse. Then I realized I could not stand the sight of blood and all I wanted to do was hold patients’ hands and comfort them.  Ah, so that was a counsellor or social workers. 
Teaching was also another dream, so  I wavered between counsellor and teacher. Going to university would have taken a long time and cost money which  mom did not have, but I got a scholarship for a secretarial college and married young, had children which was  a huge part of my dream!!   So this other dream was on hold, simmering always at the back of my mind.    During the years I was home until the children were in school I dabbled a bit in writing, another dream I had growing up. I used to fantasize typing my novel in the attic of an ocean side house. 
I did eventually work in homecare as a person support worker, and eventually got my degree to work in counselling.  There were roadblocks alright!   I managed to work in a private school for five years (so I guess the teacher dream came to fruition).  But then I met some stumbling blocks.  It was difficult finding work in my location after the teaching position closed; but I was determined to have my degree recognized and work in a career I had been dreaming of for over 25 years. Moving  600 km away was the answer in attaining my dreams.  Sometimes we get tested as to just how important it is to achieve a dream…so working further away for a decade allowed me to fulfill my dream and come back home with substantial and marketable experience.  I was able to continue working in a career I love. 

Going back to university as an older adult with life experience was the best thing for me in order to succeed and become the counsellor I am today.   

March 2013 I started writing just to get things off of my chest or stand on my soapbox about issues important to me such as mental health. And then I dared write a poem here and there and discovered it was very therapeutic.  It was as if my muse kept me company when I was at two extremes…very happy or in extreme pain both physically and emotionally.  Now I write daily out of passion for the written word.  I still have dreams like volunteering to find more resources for people suffering with mental illness and their friends and family…I’m working on it…hopefully I will find more time for that and painting and drawing...I would love to be able to draw the images in my mind that match the poetry I write.

Someday I would like to publish some of my poetry to give to my children, a genre of legacy.

weaving patterns
life spins with staggered threads
tapestry of dreams
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/23

journey's end (haiga)

What a beautiful prompt we have at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai,  Ghost Writer #26 with  Jen from Blog it or Lose it.  An avide writer, reader, poet and explorer of history and nature’s beauty.  If you visit her blog, you will come to understand this. 

Jen has introduced us to an American poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) she is known for many works of literature incuding Sonnets to Duse, Helen of Tory and Other Poems, Rivers to the Sea, Flame and Shaddows and Love Songs.  Jen says that Teasdale is probably bst known for three poems:  “Like Barley Bending”, “I shall Not Care”, and “Leaves”. 

Our inspiration today is to read this poem and share what it means to you:


Leaves (1917)  

 ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
 All my faiths have forsaken me;
 But the stars above my head
 Burn in white and delicate red,
 And beneath my feet the earth
 Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
 I who was content to be
 But a silken-singing tree,
 But a rustle of delight
 In the wistful heart of night,
 I have lost the leaves that knew
 Touch of rain and weight of dew.
 Blinded by a leafy crown
 I looked neither up nor down -
 But the little leaves that die
 Have left me room to see the sky;
 Now for the first time I know
 Stars above and earth below.   

© Sara Teasdale

On my way to work yesterday I had extra time and took photos in the local park near the office. So what a delight to read this prompt today! This poem has several meanings to me and reading it a few times, I am sharing one interpretation.

(c) C.L.R.'14

journey's end
lavish leaves  
standing proudly
shading golden star
filled with amour-propre
confident with purpose
lost, in  foliage
missing meaning
only filtered light
trapped in splendid hues
meeting life’s trimester 
reds, ambers, yellows
swollen ego still persists
 filtered light
embracing nature’s third act
winds strip every vanity
© C.L.R. '14
shedding one by one
looking up to heaven,
journey’s end... alight.
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/23