always hope (solo no renga)

(c)Clr’16 coming Home










even through grey skies
sun still shines brightly
above those clouds

despite life’s quagmires
moon shines down on me

never give up hope
even through thunder storms
the Great Spirit knows





Inspired by a tanka  Olga wrote at Stuff and What If   in reponse to a prompt for Suzanne’s On the Road: travelling with the moon


Daily moments August 22/17 catching dreams (haibun)

The most ridiculous and yet, entertaining dreams visited her last night.  She would awaken to pick up the remote and turn the air conditioner on.  It was so hot and humid, she had to sleep on her comfy couch in the living room.  Darkness is vital for her to sleep, so she would put on her eye mask as dawn lifted.


free movies
within the shrine of her mind
adds heat in the night

(c) Tournesol’17-08-22

Daily Moments – catching dreams (haibun)


Living and Learning in Amritapuri, India: August 11-14 2017

My friend shares her days upon her visit at the ashram in Amritapuri in Kerala, India,  where Amma and her devotees reside. Perhaps September will be a time for me to consider since it may rain but it is also cooler. If you want to read more on Karuna’s journey in India, click on the above tab on the Menu INDIA.

My Daily Challenges for Spiritual Growth: Today, I seek guidance.


chanting softly
in my mind’s eye
she smiles
asking her guidance
I wait…it will come, I know

(c) Tournesol’ 17-08-22

Living, Learning and Letting Go

Setting Up

I spent a good part of my first days at the ashram setting up my room. That included unpacking the suitcase I brought from Seattle and the items in the small trunks I keep here year round. I washed the clothes from the trunks in buckets. That task was made considerably harder since I couldn’t wring out the clothes with only one hand, my non-dominant hand at that. I knew I could choose to use a laundry service, but clothes dry so fast here that I prefer to do it myself. Luckily, I was in India not Seattle. I could press the items on the washing stone in my bathroom and get out a lot of the excess water. And in India, the clothes and towels would drip dry in a reasonable amount of time even though they were not rung out properly.

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savouring nature (troibun)

Nearing the end of summer is such a busy and pleasant time of year. Fruits are still plentiful at the farmer’s market, we can smell the peaches, plums and first pickings from the apple orchard. Vegetables are in abundance and it is a time to make homemade ketchup, pickled beets and bread and butter pickles. Kitchens are filled with aromas and tiny hands reaching for a spoon to savour the fruits of our mother’s and grandmother’s labour.

harvesting season
golden honey on my tongue
taste of heaven

harvesting season
tart and crunchy Lobos
first apple pickings

golden honey on my tongue
mixed with lemon and ginger
GrandMaman’s potion

taste of heaven
after dinner digéstif
apricot brandy


Haiku Horizons: Prompt “Taste”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.





mystère matinale / morning mystery (haiku)

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Amaryllis in Bermuda/ Artist: Mae Roberts Giroux, Oakville, Ontario

The theme today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is ‘shifted flowers’ and the painting I have chosen is an abstract oil painting my aunt did from a photo she took.  She said one morning she walked out onto the garden and was mesmerized with such beautiful colours.

jardin du matin
à la suite d’un ciel étoilé
éclat de nuances

morning garden
morning after starlit sky
burst of shades



matchbox houses (troiku)

Inspired by Crossed Houses at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:


linear shapes
concrete and steel
make-believe home

linear shapes
monotonous and boring
may turn one to drink

concrete and steel
searching for warmth
morning sun

make-believe home
ardent lovers still reach bliss
fairy-tale moonbeams


Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Crossed House (Manuel Clavel Rojo)


life happens (haibun)

At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, our host givs us two images of “fractal art” and explains it here:



This image spoke to her with mute passion. Each colour and curve follows a perfectly planned sequence. Memories of stories her grandmother, a mid-wife came to mind. Grand-Maman was led by her compassion and her faith…life happens.

swimming in circles
iridescent embryo
symmetry of life



chasing dreams (troiku)


This is in response to Suzanne’s On The Road prompt this week here , Chasing Butterflies where she is gives us a beautiful history of Sugita Hisajo who was born in 1890, a poetess who was not recognized until many years later.

Suzanne gives us this haiku to inspire us:

chasing butterflies
deep into spring mountains
I have  become lost
– Hisajo

Now I am known to write many poems on butterflies especially since my mother passed in 2014 but this particular haiku spoke to me about going down a spiritual path and hopefully one day reaching harmony and clarity.



buzzing fills the air
sweet nectar beckons
yielding the harvest

buzzing fills the air
got to dazed and confused
drifting roundabout

sweet nectar beckons
seeking that perfect balance
but scents lure her

buzzing fills the air
season rewards with benefits
balancing nature


A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


Daily Moments – August 20/17, return of my blue butterfly (troibun)

blue butterflies
even cicada are silent
divine messengers

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My readers may remember my sharing, the spring, summer and fall after my mother passed, I kept seeing blue butterflies from May  to early November. For some reason, I felt she was hanging around for a while until I was ready. I kept looking for those blue butterflies last year and this year but to no avail until this afternoon.

Walking home I took a different path and I was rewarded for my choice.  Grasshoppers jumped at my feet before moving on to the grassland; bees absorbed solely by sweet nectar and so many to choose from! And then I saw one, two and so many more for the first time in two years…

if blue butterflies
even the cicada would silence
could only sing

if blue butterflies
were really messengers
living in heaven

even the cicada would silence
cardinal croons cheerfully
mid-day serenade

living in heaven
once in perfect harmony
demons and angels


Daily Moments – August 20/17, return of my blue butterfly 








Departure 28, 29 and 30 (Autumn Retreat 2017)

Departure #28 night traveller (Troibun)


traveling all night
pleasant leisure distractions
eyes flutter

travelling all night
so many strange places
yet, familiar

pleasant leisure distractions
finally worries
take a backseat

eyes flutter
taking in every scene
my movie screen

Such an offensive shrill pulls me  aggressively from my dream. Keeping my eyes closed trying with all my might, to slip back on that journey.  I put on my eye mask filling my eyes with darkness…hoping, waiting for the train to pass.



A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai and this troibun was written for Carpe Diem’s August Retreat 2017  and the theme is “Departure



Departure #29 last embrace (tanka)

sun rising
in its splendour
dusk hastens light of day
nighttime’s last embrace

(c) Tournesol’17


Departure #30
necessary endings (haibun)

Endings can be so difficult. No one wants to say goodbye to frolicking in an open field, making sand castles on a sunny beach or walking along a park in open sandals. One just feels so much lighter! It tastes like freedom. Moreover, despite the rich blankets of gold and amber, it is so darn hard to let go of this period. Just like the child that says, “Just five more minutes, please!” so he can say up a little bit later, resisting the end of a day.

carefree summer
soon comes to an end
sombreness lingers
less time to play
 shorter days

walking home alone
path filled with fallen leaves
winter’s calling me

© Tournesol ’17


At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chévrefeuille has created an Autum Retreat from July 15th to August 15th…30 days – theme is departure  These are my last three entries.



nature’s serenade Troibun (Departure #27)

©Clr’17 Yamaska River

nature’s serenade Troibun (Departure #27)

Looking out over the river by her late mother’s house, she hears a bird whistling loudly. She goes under the tree and speaks softly, “Where are you? You sing so beautifully…”





by the riverside
stirred from her dream

by the riverside
recalling times past

stirred from her dream
singing happily from a tree
she smiles

consoling her lovingly
a cardinal sings


This troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille and this is written for August Retreat 2017 – theme is “departure”at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


wan moon (Departure #26)

Driving east to my hometown this morning, I could not get over the puffy clouds moving softly with the wind and then I saw a faint glimpse of a pale white circle…

morning moon
hanging around

Being a night owl, and seeing this beautiful image so early in the morning, made me smile.

©Tournesol ‘17/08/14

Carpe Diem Haiku Hai – August retreat 2017 – Departure #26



wan moon smiles (Daily reflections August 14, 2017 – troiku)


Daily reflections August 14, 2017

A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


midsummer morn
white puffs dancing in circles
moon in the sky

midsummer morn
lazy haze slowly lifting
driving east

white puffs dancing in circles
for a night owl like me
makes me dizzy

moon in the sky
even in light of day
beams at me


Written as well for Haiku Horizons: Sky



whitecaps – troiku

©Clr’17  Lake Erie – Port Burrell, On.



puffs of crinolines
rolling onto sandy shore
boisterous applause

puffs of crinolines
petticoats dancing
nautical performance

rolling onto sandy shore
foaming with a purpose

boisterous applause
day’s end in exaltation
seagulls praise


The Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Inspired by this photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie


between seasons – Troibun (August retreat ’17 – departure 26)

I don’t think I appreciated August as much as I have for the past few decades. Summer was a time to play, unwind and of course be out of school. Once August came around the corner, winds picked up, thunder storms increased and the temperatures became a bit cooler especially the nights.   I remember as a child and teenager, thinking that school would be starting soon and that brought me down. I enjoyed school but not getting up early in the morning. I think I have always been a night owl.

Even as a mother, I did not like August because I knew there would be less free time to just chill with the kids…that I would not have to be more disciplined and organized, making sure the children got off to school before I went to work. All the stores had sales on school supplies and schools were sending in their required list for the new year. Spending time in stores to get new clothes as well and not knowing if the children will want to wear them by October if it is not trendy enough for their peers.

Once the children were out of school and working, August changed…it was as if summer was lasting a lot longer…I could enjoy the summer until September 22nd!! And then looking forward to the burst of autumn colours! What is depressing about that?! No, I really seem to have missed on appreciating this time of year but no more.


midsummer blues
August bursts with such wonder
embrace the present!

midsummer blues
thinking of tomorrow
visions of decay

August bursts with such wonder
flowers at their peak
still so much to see

embrace the present!
worrying about tomorrow
robs you of today

(c) Tournesol’17

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at CDHK

Written for August Retreat 2017 “Departure” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


lazy season (troiku)


Departure #23

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

Lazy season (troiku)

call to task
mid-summer harvest
suckling nectar

call to task
butterflies and bees
floating in sweetness

mid-summer harvest
making ready for,
season’s long sleep

suckling nectar
tirelessly collecting
honey’s essentials


Written for August Retreat at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – theme is “Departure”


August 10 2017 A Cherita – the bus ride

The Cherita was created by Ai Li

On the bus ride across the St Lawrence

eyes bulging seeing the progress of the new bridge
as we bounce along the Champlain Bridge

huge concrete blocks mounted so high
construction workers looking like little toy men
but don’t tell them that!

©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2017/08/10 Daily Reflections


Departure #1 to #22 (Autumn Retreat – Departure)

I am way behind as I just noticed this prompt, Autumn Retreat – Departure for CDHK today looking at stunning poetry by Kim and Milan. So I decided to try and play catch up. July 15th to August 5th would be 22 submissions listed herein below.

Departure #1 growing up (tanka)

departing anew
kissing my children
leaving for work
returning to faces transformed
growing pains hurt mothers too

Departure #2 a mother’s love (senryu)

My mother always said that God loaned me to her for eighteen years to love, nurture and prepare me to leave the family nest and start my own independent life.

letting go
with love
a mother’s true love

Departure #3 dementia (tanka)

each day
she asks me
do I know you?
year after year
saying goodbyes

Departure #4 hanging on (tanka)

even when you leave
your fragrance lingers
until next spring
I`ll still wait for you

Departure #5 summer romance (senryu)

summer love
hot and sizzling
but oh! so short lived

Departure #6 loving mother (tanka)

I remember
every day I left your side
I kissed you goodbye
one or ten-thousand kisses
each one was new to me

Departure #7 farewells (senryu)

standing at the dock
ship’s horn vibrates in my soul
but I can’t see you

Departure #8 divorce (tanka)

you were just a teen
visiting me from far away
my heart breaks
will I still recognize you
on your next visit


Departure #9 death (senryu)

a child cannot grasp
Où est GrandPapa?
death is forever


Departure #10 young bride (tanka)

leaving home for good
mother-daughter bond is strong
I was not ready
the cord did stretch forever
until I did let go

Departure #11 letting go (tanka)

taking down old photos
generations archived
time to let go
looking at my blank wall
each nail shouts their name

Departure #12 goodbyes (senryu)

the train whistled
waving goodbye to Daddy
piercing my heart

Departure #13 sudden endings (senryu)

shocked with disbelief
first fallen leaf in July
premature endings

Departure #14 white comforter (tanka)

first snowfall
autumn leaves rest
over death’s bed
comforting tears of grief
like Grandmaman’s duvet


Departure #15 dust to dust (senryu)

autumn leaves
falling near her grave
Mother’s not alone

Departure #16 shorter days (tanka)

barely daylight
in my waking hours
day ends too early
soon I will become
a keeper of the night

Departure #17 colours of autumn (tanka)

autumn’s irony
bright amber, gold and red
liven the landscape
final days approaching
casting its dismal shadow

Departure #18 Snow Day (tanka)

first snow storm
happy children making forts
schools are closed
I’m stranded for a few days
watching snow ploughs do their thing

Departure #19 man’s best friend (senryu)

pausing at the door
tapping of eager paws
no longer greets me

Departure #20 Falling in love with fiction (senryu)

that last chapter
like saying goodbye
to a good friend

Departure #21 attachment (senryu)

no longer a baby
waiting for the school bus
Mommy dries her tears


Departure #22 – A new school year (haibun)

I think that my mother was the only mother that I knew, growing up, who was not anxious for school to start in September. All my friends’ mothers did not work and relished the peace and quiet come September. Yet, my mother worked at home as a hairdresser but she loved having us around. It was as if each year a part of her children was separating from her little by little.

a new school year
teachers and classmates
influencing views
mother feels she’s lost her touch
forced to let go


© Tournesol 2017/08/05




















nature’s patience – troiku

Our host, Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, gives us this painting to inspire our writing waka. I have chosen to write a Troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.


©Joan Fullerton (Mystical Threshold


disrobing slowly
winter’s slumber lies in wait

disrobing slowly
watching with heightened interest

winter’s slumber lies in wait

shades of pink and amber
the old maple tree




contradictions reflected Daily Moments August 5 2017


staying up all night
searching like a fool
wishes come in dreams

wrapped in self-pity
lined with self-righteousness
seams that cry “why me”

such strange bedfellows
living in a paradox
passion and despair

prisoner of self-doubt
fooled by ancient fairy tales
power is within

waking up hungry
waiting for the sun to rise
crunching cheerios


contradictions reflected Daily Moments August 5 2017


the hidden promise (troibun)

At Heeding haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie, our host asks us to write a haibun (prose with a haiku or tanka) inspired by the sculpture below.  I looked up the artist, Matteo Pugliese and discovered the name of this piece is La Promessa…

I discovered a new form of poetry last month called The Cherita at Celestine’s blog Reading Pleasure, a gifted Haiku poetess; the Cherita was created by al li.   Rather than using prose, I am telling my story with two Cherita followed by a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. I name my haibun a troibun since troiku is the core.


La Premessa by Matteo Pugliese

The hidden promise (Troibun)

The Cherita

aggravation started bubbling unexpectedly

all those hopes and fantasies
never seeing the dawn of day

sadness and self-pity
wrapped inside a duvet
used to comfort her


pointing fingers and blaming life is so less painful

staying up late at night
wishing upon a star

waking up dismayed
feeding on crestfallen
crunching on uncertainty



all those years – stalling
prisoner of self-doubt

wall of hidden truths
fooled to feel helpless

all those years –stalling
that prince of fairy tales
held inside a web

prisoner of self-doubt
unrequited promises
trapped inside her soul




Daily Moments – speechless (haiga) July 31 & August 1, 2017

I just noticed this prompt at Carpe Diem #1228 sunset (CD Imagination)   today and decided to include my “daily moments”  haiga at work yesterday, which just happened to be written July 31st.   


During a long counselling call, I looked out the window and noticed the sunset…I could not run up on the roof for a short break so I took a photo from my I-Phone …

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of a fading sky
nature’s last act


Today, looking at this photo again, my muse whispered her impressions…

brush strokes
with raging passion
on blazing sky
on tawny seas



guarding the cornfield (troiku)

© Clr `17

A troiku

perched on his post
overseeing the cornfield
cawing his presence

perched on his post
watching the sun rise slowly
behind the old barn

overseeing the cornfield
scurrying unnoticed
mice squeal with delight

cawing his presence
even the old scarecrow
stands at attention


Haiku Horizons “post”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.


the old woman – Troiku

The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille


marked with age spots
the old woman holds out a cup
with gnarled fingers

marked with age spots
having lived a long life
beauty rewritten

the old woman holds out a cup
invisible to society
people hurry by

with gnarled fingers
shelled nuts from her secret stash
feeds the squirrels


Haiku Horizons “spot”


whispering promise (troibun)


As a child August meant school was around the corner.  With mixed feelings she anticipated a new school year, that smell of fresh ink on new books, her best handwriting on that first page of her scribbler and so much promise to fill her mind…learning anew. Of course there were new students arriving in her little town and new relationships forming opening her heart she smiles, waiting with anticipation.   And yet, as months progress death looms in the air as leaves fall and grounds reek of decay…


The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille

(a troiku)

autumn leaves whisper
that first je t’aime

autumn leaves whisper
endings or new beginnings
paradox of life

mistakes repeated
over and over

that first je t’aime
fairy tale or mystery
still unresolved




chocolat c’est bon! (troiku)


Doux et velouté
jouissance sur sa langue
chocolat c’est bon!

doux et velouté
léchant la dernière goute
sur ses lèvres

jouissance sur sa langue
plaisir savourant
fibrille et muet

chocolat c’est bon!
sirotant un pur délice
crème de cacao



Soft and velvety
decadence on his tongue
Chocolat c’est bon!

Soft and velvety
licking that last drop
from her lips

decadence on his tongue
savoring pleasure
with mute passion

chocolat c’est bon!
sipping pure delight
cream of cacao


Written for Heeding haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

The Québecois expression “Chocolat c’est bon” means “Gosh, it good!” and that is why I left the original French expression in the English translation of this troiku, which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.


Daily Moments July 25 2017 poppies (troiku)

ice packs
on my belly
poppies for my skin

ice packs
cooling blazing itch
to a tickle

on my belly
too many fibres
eliciting heat

poppies for my skin
illusions of comfort
snow filled duvet


Daily Moments July 25  2017  poppies (troiku)


Daily Moments July 24, 2017 simmering skin (troiku)

under thin filters
I’m melting

through ozone layers
earth is slipping

under thin filters
barely pink

I screaming in the night
silent cries

Daily Moments July 24, 2017 simmering skin (troiku)


Cherita #5

Cherita #5

helping Grand-Maman made me feel special

some chores were less amusing
dusting can be so boring

watching her cooking
a pinch of this, a pinch of that
savouring herbs teasing me

running to the garden to get les haricots jaunes

slipping one or two in my mouth
crunchy and juicy

down in the cold cellar where wrinkled potatoes rest
dark and scary, spider webs brush my face
my heart flip flops

©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2017/07/21


Grand-Maman’s tales (Cherita) #1 – #4

© clr Grand-Maman 2014

I have just discovered the Cherita (A haiku/tanka inspired form created by ai li on June 22, 1997. Now this must have been calling me to pay attention. I had noticed a few of Celestine’s beautiful contributions both on Facebook and on her blog Reading Pleasure and she write the cherita as if she is singing ever so softly. She does have a way with words and metaphors that I truly admire.

Now the reason, I am more drawn to this form after reading the source of this(Celestine is generous enough to highlight after each postin), my mother’s birthday was June 22nd…that is one majour attraction; in 1997 I made a majour move away from family and friends, starting a new single life. And, lastly, the word Cherita is the Malay word for “story” or “tale” and I have been looking for a way to write les histoires ranconté by my grand-maman.


So I am going to try and write a cherita more often in my Daily reflections similar to what I have been doing in Waka (haiku, tanka, haibun). Thank you, Celestine, for sharing this form with your readers.


So for my first try I am simply going on a tale spin (not tailspin) but for my first time, this is a “spin off of tales” raconter (told) by my grandmother. Des histories Grand-maman m’a racontait autour de la table de cuisine avec une bonne tasse de thé. (Stories my grandmother shared at the kitchen table over a good cuppa tea).

Cherita #1

no sterile beginnings for me

twisting and turning
in a hurry to see your face

in the comfort of home
two generations holding me
my first bain d’amour

Cherita #2

Grand-maman was the town mid-wife. Doctors called upon her to stay the long hours, usually at night while expectant mothers were in labour. My grandmother would phone the doctor just when the mother was dilated enough so the doctor had little wait time to deliver the baby.


We would hear all sorts of stories about how some households were sometimes ill prepared for the birth of a 2nd, 3rd or 4th child. Growing up in a predominantly French Canadian and Catholic town, the church encouraged procreation and condemned birth control.


If you wanted to receive absolution for your sins at confessions and the priest got wind of avoiding copulation for fear of getting pregnant, you would have to forgo absolution for your sins on that day.

an unhappy husband hummed and hoed

needs not having been met
he actually told on his partner!

with a sign of the cross
tongue wagging on how to behave
his wife was not given absolution

Grandmaman told us this story how she found a way to get around “not refusing” her husband but still not being exposed to the chance of getting pregnant.


Ma Tante Rose comes for a visit every month

Sometimes this relative makes
unexpected stopovers

no one would question
that extra layer
husbands simply sigh and roll over.


Cherita #3

hot summer night

sitting by the riverbank
cicadas and bullfrogs compete

shrill of the musique à bouche (harmonica)
stepping and jigging to the beat

cutting through the thick
Grand-Papa bringing life
summer air


Cherita #4

finding perfection out of imperfect moments

There is something so ordinary
and yet so extra-ordinary

with family
on hot summer nights

no rules of behaviour

young or old
everyone’s engaged

telling tales of this and that
laughing and singing
foot tapping for sure

©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 17/017/20

My first Cherita attempts…I am not sure if it is okay to include prose within the tales but for a first try, it just fit well.


Daily reflections summer hives and raspberry dreams troibun July 20 2017


Some eat raspberries and some wear them in full season like a fashion statement. She chuckles at her sense of humour trying to make fun of her summer hives. So much easier to digest when humour sweetens even the most bitter lemon.

succulent raspberries
sweet and juicy
running down her chin

succulent raspberries
filling her whole being
pink spotted legs

sweet and juicy
crunch of the seeds
stuck between her teeth

running down her chin
with a quick flick of the tongue
good to the last drop



raspberry fields (troiku)



children giggling
straw hats in open fields
raspberry smiles

children giggling
one for the basket
and two for me

straw hats in open fields
intent concentration
hovered over bushes

raspberry smiles
a mother’s favourite perfume
sweat mixed with sweetness


CarpeDiem Haiku Kai


remembering when (troibun)


When she thinks of beach, today, memories of long ago walking along a sandy beach in Maine resurfaces. It was dusk…the tide was up, so she, her family and friends could not walk on the wet sand like they did in the afternoon. She was only eleven; he was fifteen. But they were almost the same height. He may have thought she was more mature in “that sense”.
The wind picked up as they stared out onto the ocean; they walked slightly away from the family both quiet in thought, as if they were in different worlds. She was so young and naïve, he was a romantic and a vibrant adolescent. He was so handsome, she remembers, and spoke little English. For some reason, his words in French were so poetic.


high tide waves
impressive yet cold
bare foot in the sand

high tide waves
bold and calculating
startling splash rouses

impressive yet cold
warmth of his hand rubs gently
on innocent hand

bare foot in the sand
watching life go by in the sea
dreaming different tales

She remembers the softness of his the back of hand gently stoking her hand. It felt so natural like holding hands with her sister or her best friend…comforting, endearing. Thinking about this in her tent that night, she wondered if he felt something different than she…after all he was so much older than she. That summer of 1963 where innocence is still a nice safe place to be.


Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai : Beach