It's week two of our partial lockdown, curfews and life in this fifth wave. My heart goes out to people living alone, especially seniors who have no family or few friends. And then I feel for youths. How do they see the world these days, having been robbed of so much these passed two years underlining grief etched upon faces woven in the fabric of their souls upside down smiles not knowing why, how, when will life feel moderately tolerable again trying to pull away feeling bits of freedom independence rebellious teens being teens but not now stolen pockets of time laughing with friends no one sees their smiles masked with triple layers no one sees their frowns no one hears their truths crying silently in their dreams underlining grief etched upon faces woven in the fabric of their souls a time to make friends meet new people parties here get-together there finally find that special person who gets them… and yet, all those experiences pre-pandemic wishful dreams unrequited loves unfulfilled aspirations isolation desperation precious paltry moments facetiming, echoes of a video chat working part time everyone under pressure bosses seem demanding clients irritated parents stressed and worried cabin fever breaks time for a walk bike ride is always safe winter sucks these times holding them hostage reality biting with a vengence underlining grief etched upon faces woven in the fabric of their souls © cheryl-lynn ‘2022-01-07 Daily Moments Jan 7 2022
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Miss you Mom
7 years passed missing her each day like it was just yesterday miss her scent rich and heavy animated laughter flirtatious smile uttering her sweet “darling” with a British accent 7 years has passed miss her like it was yesterday Love you Mom now and forever a timex love affair keeps on ticking. (c) tournesol 2021-12-02
summoning reverie ~ troibun Daily Moments Dec 1, 2018
message
in my dream
alerting me
message
urgency
life and death
in my dream
you slept next to me
then awakened me
alerting me
over and over again
then I knew
© Clr’14
(c)Clr’14
© Clr ’14
Mom June 22, 1926-Dec 2, 2014
November 30th, 2014 I dreamed the same dream three times. It was scary but you were there with me in my bed, trying to save a child from death.
I forced myself awake for it scared me so…then slipped back into slumber and the same scene appeared two more times. And so, at four in the morning, on December 1st, I waited until dawn to call the nursing home. I knew there had to be something wrong…no one had warned me. Not one relative had called me but I knew because you came to me and I knew you wanted me by your side.
The nurse at the nursing home said softly “Come quick, she does not have much longer.” The taxi took so long to get there or maybe I just wished he could have gone over the speed limit. But an hour later, I was by your side all day and all night until passed midnight…you raised your head slightly and turned towards me, taking your last breath.
Blessed I am
you could not speak
you found a way
blessed I am
to be
by your side
you could not speak
but acted out your plea
in my sleep
you found a way
with the grace of God
to summon me.
© Tournesol ‘18-12-01
Daily Moments December 1 2018 Summoning reveries Troibun
swaying recalls (troiku) Daily Moments Sept 4/17
©Clr’17
a thousand and one
rocking in her mother’s chair
memories
a thousand and one
I love you’s
never overstated
rocking in her mother’s chair
wishing
she were here
memories
storytelling and laughter
by the riverside
©Tournesol’17/09/04
Daily Moments September 4 2017 – Swaying Recalls (Troiku)
mysteries of grief (troibun)
Grief can be quite mysterious. One day it can feel like you are wrapped in a prickly shawl that makes you uncomfortable only now and then, when the prickles pinch you. Other times it can weigh you down like an iron wrap and slow you down for no reason at all. It snakes around and hides a spell and you may think that all must be fine, until it crawls out at the most inopportune time.
It is a slow process and not one person experiences it exactly the same way but the roller coaster of emotions can make you nauseous sometimes and other times angry, sad, guilty and salty tears return again cleansing your heart.
Sometimes I find grief is a bit like a leaky faucet. You know when, all you really need to do is change those worn out washers, but you don’t get around to it. The water may start leaking when you least expect it.
Aw but laughter is cathartic and it can be a nice way to reminisce of past times, long ago and maybe an image will make you smile…a nice reprieve.
©Clr’16 First snowfall – November 21,2016
(troiku)
like the first snowfall
tender sorrows veiled
autumn leaves rest
like the first snowfall
slipping back in time
childhood memories
tender sorrows veiled
taking up too much energy
holiday seasons
autumn leaves rest
under fluffy white duvet
warmed by loving hearts
©Tournesol’16
Daily Moments – November 22,2016 Mysteries of grief
Grief (troiku)
like a tidal wave
spilling on broken hearts
grief flows
like a tidal wave
taste of rumbling waves
salty tears
spilling on broken hearts
life seems to stop
filling all the cracks
grief flows
caked upon mourning cheeks
remnants of your loss
©Tournesol’16
one single ripple (troibun)
We are to use this beautiful haiku to inspire our writing…
lights along the shore
shimmering reflections
ripple in the lake
© Joyce Lorenson
She remembers telling her youths many times how grief is like a tidal wave at first with waves crashing on the shore with such a vengeance. Over time the waves roll in with restraint and eventually over time, intermittently until they roll in no longer. Eventually, the water is clear like a mirror safe for a single ripple…
reminder
gentle ripple on the water
memories of long ago
reminder
times she held me close,
brings a smile
gentle ripple on the water
subtle, yet genuine
and surreal
memories of long ago
songs echo in my heart
even if off-key
©Tournesol`16/06/07
blossoms (tan renga & troiku)
silence
in the blind wind’s dance
blossoms
© Jane Reichhold
solemn contemplation
petals rest on her plaque
© Tournesol’16/05/25
The above tan renga inspired me to write just a bit more and here is a troiku I will be adding to Haiku Horizons prompt “rest”
muted June bug
in solemn contemplation
rests on her plaque
muted June bug
caught
resting
in solemn contemplation
starlings nap
on bended knees
rests on her plaque
one lone
sunflower
©Tournesol’16/05/25
times passed (troiku)
breathing in her scent
drifting from her dresser
fond memories take hold
breathing in her scent
mind drifts to times passed
when our hearts were light
drifting from her dresser
scents trigger sentiments
I thought were long gone
fond memories take hold
in a life when time stopped
…or so we thought
©Tournesol’16/05/10
Written for The secretkeeper and the prompts are: drift, breathe, light, hold, life
Y is for Yelp (haibun)
The sound of chanting Hail Mary’s in different tones echoes from the bedroom. They are all kneeling around the bed of their dying father. The antique clock on the old sideboard ticks. Soft moans turn gradually into anguished cries.
missing his master
lying under his bed
the spaniel yelps
©Tournesol ’16/4/29
Tournesol dans un Jardin 