River listened, made me smile

I spoke to the river,
it listened to my sorrow
a gust made lilies quiver
I then looked on below
a fountain did cascade
the sound of water sprayed
I couldn’t help but smile
feeling better all the while.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/30

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Submitted for: Bastet’s Pixelventures using Apps, June 23, 2014 at WeDrinkBecauseWe’rePoets 

A fallen flower (CP Tan Renga Challenge #41)

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #41, ”a fallen flower” by Moritake

This week’s Tan Renga Challenge is a beautiful haiku written by Arakida Moritake (1473-1549), a Japanese poet who also wrote haiku (in his time it was called haikai or hokku). This is a Dutch translation of a wonderful haiku written by Moritake.

a fallen flower

flew back to its perch

a  butterfly

© Moritake



a fallen flower

flew back to its perch

a  butterfly     © Moritake

wings shining with dew’s presence

trying out its new freedom.        

© Cheryl-Lynn 

Submitted for: Carpe Diem tan renga Challenge /41 

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/28

Killer Tree (Friday Fictioneers June 27, 2014)

Photo Prompt:  © Madison Woods


Simone went berry picking with her cousin who had been after her for a week.  She finally gave in. It had been the first time in five years  she had ventured into these woods. Nicole was nattering about mon oncle Ovid and his eccentric ways. Simone half listened, dodging gnats and wishing she were home with a good book. Suddenly she heard Nicole call out to her. “Look there’s a pond here. Viens vite!” Simone got to the other side of the bushes and stopped suddenly noticing the tree by the pond, where she’d lost her son.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/27

Written for: Friday Fictioneers June 27 2014, Photo prompt


Metamorphism ~ Poetry Prompt 58 unlikely haiku

Ego Alterego


reddish spot

swells,  ripens, turns white

zit spits!


cleansing, moisturizing



eyelids shaded, traced

lips painted.

hair conditioned

ironed, teased, tousled,

uncombed look.


silver choker,

pearl studs, friendship ring

bracelets jangle

skin-tight dress

no undies, black stilettos

ready to party.


men drooling

crowds admiring

mission accomplished.


© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/27

Written for:  Pooky Poetry Prompt #58 Unlikely Haiku

Ma grandmère (haibun)

This week’s quote prompt for Ligo Haibun Challenge,  focuses on Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, more commonly known as ‘Mahatma’ (meaning ‘Great Soul’) Gandhi. This is the quote that inspired my haibun.

“Whatever you do may seem insignificant, but it is most important that you do it.”

As I was writing this I also had another prompt in mind for Haiku Horizon and the prompt was “comfort”.  I realized when I completed it that I had two themes in mind and yet, I find this important person I talk about was a significant comfort to me and important role model…my mentor and strength in life.


her comfort

always gave me


© clr Grand-Maman 2014

© clr Grand-Maman 2014



I am reminiscing of times passed in Grand-Maman’s house when she was still living there. I would arrive and she’d always have that mocking chuckle.  It was a teasing laugh with affection.  In French there is an expression, “Qui s’aime, se taquine.” {One teases a person they love}  I am quite tall and she would often greet me with a laugh and then ask me before I had time to sit down, “Oh, by the way, “la grand jaune” *.  I was holding these items here just for you.”

Warm feelings

taunting with affection

comforting words

Folded with care on a chair next to the washroom were tablecloths carefully ironed.   She ironed everything, even sheets and dish towels.  She would wait for me to store these high UP in the cupboard over the bathtub.  I know that sounds odd.  My grandfather built this house “à la pièce” {bit by bit}.  At first it was a snack bar for summer tourists who came over to rent a row-boat or go for a swim in the river.  He added more and more until it became a 2 bedroom home. perhaps he was still chief of police then and living at City Hall ….I am not too sure of the entire story and not many people are living to confirm this, so I am going by the memory of my youth.

I would take the pile of linen, stand up on the side of the bathtub and place them in the cupboard.  The ceiling in the washroom was about 12 feet high compared to the kitchen it was very high!. I guess that was once part of that snack bar.

Then we could sit and chat with a nice cup of tea.  I liked my tea strong because I added sugar and milk the way I used to as a child. Grand-Maman,  on the other hand like her tea like most French Canadians, black.  So when I would pour the boiling water in my cup, she would always say, “Don’t throw out the tea bag…put it in my cup…I don’t need it strong.”


© clr 2014

© clr 2014

Sipping my tea

the mind rewinds to times

that comfort me.

It always felt good to sit at the kitchen table and munch on some of her pies  or sugar cookies she had baked. And if there weren’t any, she would pop in some bread in the toaster and we’d enjoy toast with des cretons or molasses.  The latter was one of her favourite.   She would talk about stories when she was younger.  Sometimes I would talk about a friend or colleague I worked with in town and she would remember the mother of that friend.  Most probably she had delivered them at birth since she was the village mid-wife, she had delivered thousands of babies in all the surrounding towns including most of her grandchildren…I was one that was born in her bed!

She would talk about madame so and so, the wife of a military man when she had pensioners boarding in her home during WWII that were referred to her from the Military Camp in Farnham, our home town. People called her for recipes,  gardening, how to patch their roof, how to sew a coat, advice on child rearing and for ailing the sick or a dying relative. Being a midwife was only one smart part of her role, as well as raising seven children, supporting her husband as Chief of Police, being a fervent Catholic.  She brought me to my first communion as everyone seemed busy that day.  As if raising her children was not enough, when I was 14 and my sister 16, she took us in with our mother when our father flew the coop.  Never once complaining about wanting to “live” for a change but continued to cook, clean and nurture us as we were her own…proudly too!


Many called her madame Daudelin, others called her Garde Daudelin (nurse) and most just called her Grand-Maman Daudelin.

When GrandMaman passed, I asked for those four cups that I favoured .  They look like ordinary “diner” style cups but still they meant a lot to me.    One particular cup had some paint smudged on the bottom and I NEVER wanted to scrub it off.  There is something about that particular cup that comforts me when I drink my tea.  It holds old memories of times passed and the bond and love I had for Grand-Maman who was my second mom and my model in life.


humble, selfless

ma grandmère.



modeste, généreuse

ma grandmère

All our visits to her home had a purpose. She had linen or cans to store on shelves, work for my uncles to get done outside or fix some pipes in the basement, my mom would colour and style her hair regularly…everyone had a feeling they gave her something  when they visited and felt good about themselves when they left; and yet, she gave so much to all of us in wisdom, love, hope and mostly purpose in life.


breathing strength

living life with love, faith, hope

ma grandmère.


elle souffle une force

vivant ses  trois vertus,



© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/26

*la Grand Jaune {this was a character in a French Québecois show, “Séraphin- Un home et son pêché” and she was tall with blonde hair}

This was submitted for: Ligo Haibun Challenge

also  Haiku Horizon and the prompt was “comfort”

Buttercups by the river (haibun) CP#499

Last Saturday I went to visit my mother in my hometown. I was pleased to be with her and it was also on the longest day of the year, summer solstice.  So on my way home, I decided to drive by the church where I was baptized and received most of my sacraments including matrimony.  What is lovely about sitting  across the street from this huge cathedral styled church is the river.  There are benches where you can look down and see and hear the water flow over the dam.

© clr 2014

© clr 2014

I like hearing the water rushing downstream like that. I could feel some of sombre thoughts float along with the current.    The river has always listened to me, somewhat like my private journal, only I don’t have to speak and I don’t have to write.  As I followed the flow of the water, I could see the sun setting in the east…so beautiful even this late!

© clr 2014

© clr 2014

I noticed that the town has also added park benches and planted some flowers.  My eyes turned towards the humble garden.

sitting solemnly

deep in thought, until

I saw buttercups

© clr 2014

© clr 2014


I was quite surprised to see only two buttercups blossomed in that huge mass of green leaves. As I got closer, you could see the buds of future blossoms. {I must drive down next week}.   It was still a beautiful sight and I was so pleased to be able to still capture some nice shots at such a late hour. It was 9;30 P.M.! But hey, guess that’s why they say it is the longest day of the year.  Seeing the flowers changed my mood.  Walking towards another bunch of bushes, I saw more buttercups.  I’m not sure if they will withstand the wind by the river but that bright yellow sure looked nice.

© clr 2014

© clr 2014


By the river

swaying in the wind


© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/25

Written for: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #499 Buttercups

Butterflies in the garden (haiga) CP #498

Toronto Photographer:  Sara Desjardins


whispered, “good night”

caterpillars,  I woke up

to butterflies.


gently land

on soft petals,

flitting  joy.

joined together

in the garden, they play house

a brief time.

© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/06/24

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Written for: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #498 Butterfly