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humility (senyru + cherita)

(senryu)

wrapped
in naked humbleness
confesses her sins

©Tournesol’17/10/12

(A Cherita)

making the sign of the cross

she leaves the confessional head down,
hands clasped together in prayer

kneeling before the Virgin Mary
giving thanks for  absolution of her sins
shivering at her nakedness, she prays

©Tournesol’17/10/12

Inspired by chevrefeuillescarpediem-nakedness

 

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silence of the fans (troiku – tanka) Daily Moments September 28 2017

temperatures plummet
cool breeze whistles
bonne nuit

temperatures plummet
even the cicadas
nature sleeps

cool breeze whistles
softly
twilight serenade

bonne nuit
catching up
stories of the night

~~~

heatwave lifts
embracing
silence in the home
roar of monsters sleep
until summer

©Tournesol’17/09/28

Daily moments – September 28 2017 silence of the fans 

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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

 

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Daily moments ~ shady dreams~ Troiku + solo no renga September 26 2017

sinking deeper
well of uncertainty
darkness cradles me

sinking deeper
gravity takes control
mocking me

well of uncertainty
taunting me with promise
empty like the well

darkness cradles me
acquiescent and submissive
I sleep

I sleep
fingers pointing
a mother’s look

mocking and contriving
faces in my dreams

cringing with self-doubt
know not what to do
praying to wake up

shrill of morning calling
finally in the greyness

dependable
is my darkness
holding me together

©Tournesol’17/09/26

 

 

 

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historical romance novel (troiku)

The Pleasure of Reading

in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker

in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts

shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story

candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts

©Tournesol’17/09/25

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html