A kilo or two of oversights
Ten thousand grams of mortar
Ten thousand grams of sand
hundreds of buckets of dirty water
Cleansing unforgiving sins
Absolution weighed in stone
~~~
People gathered with shredded tissues
lip-syncing foreign prayers
Mea culpa misunderstood
A generation passed
another cycle of life
continues
(c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/04/27
daily reflections April 27 2019
Month: April 2019
Daily reflections April 27 2019 a brick of guilt A Cherita
Missing two years of her life feels like an eternity
Losing those first kisses and breaking curfew
Butterflies and broken hearts
Can never recapture those years
Guilt multiplied by a ten
Remorse will weigh her to her grave
~~~
Feeling her rage bubbling under-skin
Passive aggressive innuendos
Violence escalates in overindulgence
Never a confrontation
Too scared to fess up and break in pieces
Still ignoring that fucking elephant
(c) Cheryl-Lynn 27/04/19
…but, it’s not even Good Friday! (haiku) Daily Moments 4/26/19
Melancholy rain
from here to eternity
someone still grieves
Melancholy rain
Droplets quiver on dead leaves
nature in mourning
© Tournesol ‘19-04-26
Daily Moments April 26 2019 … but it’s not even Good Friday!
Easter Chrysanthemums (troibun)
(c) Clr Easter 2019
The family gathers together celebrating Easter with a traditional French-Canadian meal. Children are nearing middle age and grands are teens, too cool to laugh at Nana’s silly jokes…the stages of life surround the dining table. Erickson would have a thing or two to say about this. A daughter who never forgets her mom’s favourite flowers, tying the feast with a ribbon of love.
Blossoms reminisce
Travelling through time
Mums the word
Blossoms reminisce
Recalling
Her first step
Travelling through time
Entertaining her with love
Brother and sister
Mums the word
Stretching their necks
Beaming with pride
© Tournesol ‘19-04-23
Daily Moments April 23 2019
Classic Editor PLEASE, WordPress!
I know many may enjoy the Block editor of WordPress but I only like it if I am writing ONLY a poem…in general I do not like it. I have tried it. I have familiarized myself with it and seen the positive side of it BUT I STILL PREFER CLASSIC EDITOR
What I find frustrating is that I do not seem to have the option to keep it ON CLASSIC. I do NOT LIKE IT AT ALL!!
THERE..[huffs a long sigh] I’ve vented.
THE END
When it ain’t broke
DON’T
fix it!
Daily moments – April 2019
April showers
mixed with March winds
not good for flowers
poor little buds
way too scared
to show their heads
blossoms in spring
when will nature do her thing?
lets just waittil May
(c) tournesol `19/04/18
blowing in the wind (troiku) Daily Moments
weaving all night long
elements rip it apart
hanging by a thread
weaving all night long
bedding for her offspring
youths are worth the risk
elements rip it apart
claiming better policies
hot air in the wind
hanging by a thread
knowing what truly matters
bleeding is the heart
(c) Tournesol '19 04 17
who said life’s even fair? (free verse)
she must get to sleep!
in less than an hour
bloody birds will peep
chirping away with joy
waiting for a new dawn
but,
for an insomniac
their fervor makes her yawn
sometimes makes her go mad!
still
she must sleep
in four hours the alarm will buzz
grating at her every pore
beep beep beep beep beep
digging deep under her skin
annoying bleeping thing!
today she returns to work
a five day break she took
away from tears
away from pain
away from fears
abusive grownups
hurting them in vain
controlling
and narcissistic
crushing vulnerable souls
killing all their hopes
sometimes they want to die
it seems
their only way
out of such misery...
unless
her colleagues and she
together with the youth
they choose
another plan
they’ll live on one condition
those bleeping grownups
will be reported
the cops will come
and bring their troops
youth workers and the like
and yet,
more time will run its course
over days and weeks and months
until this youth is truly safe
from physical,
sexual
and emotional harm
but n’er from their nightmares
and not from all their wounds
no, indeed that takes
an entire lifetime
they’ll start the healing process
a little bit here and there
a break for a while
trying to ignore the pain
reprieve from all those memories
and on and on it goes
the victim pays a lifetime
assailant n’er enough time!
who said life’s even fair?
the wounded try to mend
their broken and bruised souls
abusers lick their wounds
playing victim of their sins
pleading time they've served,
too bad, they'll usually win!
who said life’s even fair?
...one last yawn,
reciting her Hail Mary's
an Act of Contrition
and prays for a better day.
(c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/01/06
edited April 17, 2019
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things that make me smile (troiku) CDHK
song of a skylark
echoes from heaven’s meadow
wind in my hair
song of a skylark
even robins stop to listen
sweetens the air
echoes from heaven’s meadow
imagine her lip-singing
mes chères mamans
wind in my hair
one dove in-flight, startles me
heart skips a beat
© Tournesol ‘19/04/16
This TROIKU is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chèvrefeuilles at CDHK
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com
French translation of Dove is Colombe which is my late mother’s name
Written to the prompt on my mentor Chèvrefeuille at CDHK Carpe Diem #1648 skylark (hibari)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 