tsunami shocks,
scores
of full moons, waves roll
in tender
mourning
following
calmer orbits
briny
water settles
barely a
ripple
mirroring
what was,
precious
memory
© Tournesol '14
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2014/10/01
2014/09/26
space for daisies (haiga)
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| (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
2014/09/04
Endings (haiga)
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school bells
deserted parks
puppy whines
sly deviant
robs her innocence
fox howls
the old man
lost his way
a bat squeals
another petal fluttered
autumn wind
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| © C.L.R. 2013 |
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/04
2014/08/24
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.
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| © 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,
connected
© Tournesol ' 14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/24
2014/08/20
Bones (senryû)
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| Prompt: Bones |
wildflowers
emerald blankets covering
beds of bones
*
beds of bones
sounds of wailing children
haunting the night
haunting the night
smell of death and venom
barbarians’ breath
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/19
2014/08/06
Death (haiku)
knock knock
emptiness so hard to fill
death.
(c) Tournesol
Submitted for Heeding Haiku with Ha, at mindlovemiserysmenagerie
2014/07/28
Departed Soul (haibun) In honour of Bruno
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| (clr) '14 A true Rock Star who will be missed. |
Yesterday marked one week that a friend and colleague died, Sunday morning, July 20th. I wrote a series of haiku/senryû, last week with the vivid image of Bruno when I last saw him mid May of this year. He had been battling pancreatic cancer for well over a year at that time and still accepted that I visit him and he posed for a book that was being compiled to give to another colleague who is battling breast cancer. Bruno believed in thinking positive at ALL times. He believed in the fight and never gave up, nor did he stop encouraging our friend who is still under treatment and we KNOW she will rise above this insidious disease. She is the loving and most generous person (much like Bruno) who phoned me to give me the sad news that our friend had passed. I feel so blessed to have heard from you, Leslie, you have no idea how much it meant to me.
Here is the series I wrote the day I
learned of his passing...
Care Bear Hugs
I’ll miss that smile
soothing presence like balm
Care Bear hugs.
*
those innuendos
making me feel young and sexy
twinkle in your {lie} eye
*
they’ll all split their wings
you’ll have them laughing so hard
angels in heaven
(c) Cheryl-Lynn 2014-07-21 (aka Tournesol)
Today it is raining. It is grey and my mood is morose. I called in sick today as my body would not
respond and seemed to be listening to my soul...I feel as if I am 99 today...a
time to rest. In the shower I weep tears
of grief and let the water wash them away.
I have written in another post how I asked, “Why not take me? I am
older, my family is raised, even my grandson is older than Bruno’s son. Why not
take me?” The world is a mystery and the
Great Spirit acts in mysterious ways.
What do I know? Who am I in this vast sea of souls? But I do know that
Bruno was a mind, heart, soul and body of pure essence filled with compassion
and love. Anyone who has had the chance
to meet him even if briefly, is blessed having been touched by an angel.
Reading Bruno’s orbituary in the Montreal Gazette, minutes
ago, here at Second Cup, I am sad and yet could not help but smile when I read
that his blood type was B Positive! Of
course, what else could it have been? This reading along with Chèvrefeuille's prompt
on writing with the theme “A departed Soul”, has stirred up the following lines...
Departed Soul
dawn smiled
clouds made way
an angel
an angel
soars over sad hearts
begging for smiles
begging for smiles
his loud roar thundered
B positive
B positive
his lifetime message
gift
-
(c) Tournesol '14-07-28
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This was a difficult prompt for me as I think of Shiki dying so young and his generous heart and passion for writing, found some energy to write his last haiku, truly touched me.
sponge gourd has bloomed
choked by phlegm
a departed soul
© Masaoka Shiki
choked by phlegm
a departed soul
© Masaoka Shiki
One of Shiki’s desciple, Hekigoto, was by his bedside when he died. He wrote this...
from a bathing tub
I throw water into the lake -
slight muddiness appears
© Hekigoto
I throw water into the lake -
slight muddiness appears
© Hekigoto
Hekigoto started the New Trend Haiku Movement. He experimented with disregarding the seventeen syllable pattern.
far fireworks
sounding, otherwise
not a thing
sounding, otherwise
not a thing
© Hekigoto
And this prompt created and hosted by Chèvrefeuille has contributed this:
morning dew
evaporates in the early sunlight -
spirit climbs to the sky
© Chèvrefeuille
Submitted for CPHK #527 - Shiki - A Departed Soul
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