divine intervention (troibun)

 

Northern lights will never be the same, she thought, ever since she spoke to that  boy years ago. He was giving up on life filled with so much grief saying he wanted to join his ancestors who came every night in shimmering shapes and colours.

tinted shadows
communing with their heirs
every night

tinted shadows
everlasting radiance
from heaven

communing with their heirs
messages of love
embracing life

every night
animated skies return
divine presence

©Tournesol’17/10/04

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rich soup (troibun)

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They lived in a modest house in the country. The young boy went out to the porch to get a cup of rice from a tall burlap bag. His mom was boiling onions in water with bones she got at the butcher.

rice floating
in beef bouillon
humble man’s soup
what lacks in chewy meat
enriched with a mother’s love

©Tournesol ‘17/10/08

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scent of autumn (troibun)

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16

Autumn entails hard work for those who own homes especially with gardens. It is a time where leftover vegetables and dead leaves blend with garden soil…getting the land ready for a long slumber under snow covered grounds. Grownups are busy with garden tools and raking leaves in tall mounds.

midday break
resting on a nest of leaves
scent of autumn

midday break
crunch of Mackintosh
by the maple tree

resting on a nest of leaves
grandson helps her up
failing knees accept

scent of autumn
marigolds slip in
summer’s remains

©Tournesol’17/10/07

Written for http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1265-perfume.html

hopeless in DC (troibun) Daily Moments Sept 29 ~17

©Orion35 at Deviant Art

I am just thinking out loud here.  I try not to delve to much into political rants but this has been bugging me for quite some time…

You know that wonderful tool “remote access”  where someone takes possession of your computer?  You know what I mean, right?  It is like a person with IT capabilities, shrink themselves smaller than Tom Thumb and makes corrections on your computer.    It is weird seeing that mouse point in all sorts of directions, letters showing up on your screen and you have not even touched the darn keyboard!! Right?

Now I wonder if this tool, “remote access” could be programmed with that leader south of here who seems to trump up on those 140 characters he tweets every day. Honestly, there should be an anti-trump-up (you know like an anti-virus) configured on every electronics he touches that can neutralize any stupid, discriminatory and dangerous to the nation and the world comment.  That might save the nation from some of his blunders.  As for his speeches, well that seems hopeless.

hopeless
growling like a rabid dog
in Washington

hopeless
waiting for the calm
caught in his tirades

growling like a rabid dog
people running for shelter
danger’s in the air

in Washington
living in a bad dream, like
1984

©Tournesol’17/09/29

a looney or a tooney (troibun)

They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.

And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.

After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.

by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by

by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins

sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday

folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie

©Tournesol’17/09/27

Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin

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©Clr’17 Loonie $1 Toonie $2 Canadian

 

secrets of the soul (haibun)

This week at Dungeon prompt we are asked to write about one of the more wilder things we’ve done in our life that looks a little out of place when put up next to the rest of our life’s journey. Or take it in another direction and write about our monsters, or demons.

boul St Laurent Montréal Street art, ’17

I think the worse monster I may have is self-doubt and questioning my own self-worth. That is not something that family and friends close to me know…more or less. It has its strengths and its weaknesses. In strength it emits humility. In weakness it chips away at my spirt and elicits inertia.

Some things, however, are best left unsaid. Have you ever held on to a deep dark secret for years and finally share one day out of sheer vulnerability? Perhaps you were tired or experiencing too many layers and layers of stresses in your life that that last drop made you spill some of it over. Maybe you were so raw and drunk with grief, it trickled out, only to discover later it may not have been the right person to dump on.

Maybe a priest, a therapist, a minister, a rabbi or a guru are appropriate recipients but is a friend the same? Is a spiritual guide better? Some things seem worse spoken out loud. Don’t they? Fantasies may be harmless until some are shared or acted upon. What about secrets deep inside that may shock your friend(s) or family? We all have demons, don’t we?

rarely share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

life
all its dips and rises
every single day

always try to share
power of your faith
fullness of the heart

rarely share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

most don’t really care
too busy with their dole

mornings
start in darkness
brighten thru the day

ups and downs
a fact of life
taken all in stride

caring is so easy
giving also pleasing
looking outwards

feeling all their pain
comfort and appease them
lett go of the self

never  share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

dare not to confide
mysteries that confuse
merely cause unease

only wishing they’d not asked
keep your thoughts confined

death awaits us all
patient and unassuming
dark before the light

death awaits us all
some may choose
not to wait

patient and unassuming
spirits of the night
floating orbs invite

dark before the light
lasting and forbidding
demon of the night

demon of the night
asks not for forgiveness – lures
with empty promise

lasting and forbidding
clinging to the fabric
tries to rip the soul

mending seems so futile
hopelessness a trend

dark before the light
demons sweeten my demise
cravings of an end

never  ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

life
like a valley
night and day converge

darkness seems forever
climbing insurmountable

never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

praying lifts the soul
defying troubled times
builds protective shields

praying lifts the soul
demons kept at bay
harmless deep inside

defying troubled times
teasing Satan with his fire
smothering it with faith

builds protective shields
containing scents of weakness
fragrance of despair

writing keeps me sane
faith puts out the fires
praying is the same

never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

sudden disclosures
so misunderstood
alienate and scare

judge and jury
etched upon their faces

I shall never share
some secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

some things
better left unsaid
only He can see

healing with His love
waiting for that moment

drying all my tears
opening my eyes – finally
see His blessed light

best to never share
secrets of the soul
unless through your prayers

© Tournesol’17/09/23

never-ending road (troibun)

©http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1248-ending-road.html

Journeys have their tales of trials and tribulations. Each crossroad offers choices. Each obstacle offers a challenge…a lesson to embrace.

(troiku)

walk on
broken bridges
through dense fog

walk on
never ever give up
this boundless road

broken bridges
unlike shattered dreams
just a turning point

through dense fog
the Tea Pot
leads the way

©Tournesol’17/09/04

Our host at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai presents us with a photo (above) to inspire our muse and imagination.  A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host.

 

Sweet Travels – Daily Moments Aug 27 / 17

(c) Clr – 2014 Yamaska River

Whenever she feels mystical shifts in her mind’s eye she simply allows images to tell their own story.Dusting off old narratives, a surge of waves of old and new dance together playing “catch-me-if-can” until they marry and lock onto a fresh canvas waiting for the artist’s inspiration…

thoughts linger
draped in cobwebs
quieting the mind

thoughts linger
weightless joy
makes her smile

draped in cobwebs
secrets of the night
lie in wait

quieting the mind
rhythmic waves
reaching nirvana

~

Aw the mind!
offers such sweet passages
to explore

©Tournesol’17/08/27

Daily moments – August 27th 2017  sweet travels  (troibun) – and  at Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday (SoCS)  and the prompt is “when”

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

©Tournesol’17/08/21

Haiku Horizons: Prompt “Taste”

A troiku is a new form of haiku 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

©Tournesol’17/08/20

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