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She hated goodbyes (Flash Fiction – haibun)

Submitted for: Flash Fiction Prompt – July 18, 2014-GoodBye

Revised March 18, 2016 to 99 words, no more, no less as inspired by

Charli Mills at The Carrot Ranch

© clr 2014
© clr 2014

 

 

She entered the coffee shop across from Concordia University. They met here the first time five years ago. Some lectures pushed her buttons. Many fled to Psychology hoping “book smart” would make better therapists, muttering, “Enough of this learning by doing crap!”
“Work out your own shit”, most of her professors said, “Be aware of your red flags! You could do more harm than good.” The same group of mature students met here after each class. Together they formed a community of resources, compassion and knowledge.

she dreaded endings,
late arrival was more her style
…just couldn’t say goodbye.

© Cheryl-Lynn (Tournesol) 2016/03/18

99 words

False hope (shadorma/senryû)

Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin at BlogSpot.

When I saw this photo taken by Georgia at Basket and Sekhmet’s Library, I had to smile.  I had taken a phto of 2 pay phones in the Métro last Spring.  The fact that these are near such a lovely green space stirred contradictions…beauty, ugliness, pleasure and pain and this is what my muse came up with for  Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.

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(shadorma)

Assaults lurk
In the dead of night
behind trees
far from phones
cyclists never heard her screams
would have dialed for help.

(senryû)

predators always
study their territory
and their prey.

(shadorma)

phones by parks
gives false illusions
of safety
late at night
listen up! one`s never safe
when monsters still breathe

© Tournesol ’14

Now to make this fun a little and give me more of a challenge, I am adding my photos of these phones in the Métro. Having looked at them, my muse seems fixated on sad affairs.

 

© Clr '14 Montreal Métro Pay Phone
© Clr ’14 Montreal Métro Pay Phone

 (shadorma)

unused phones
 ever see someone
actually
Use a phone?
subways are sometimes seedy
all’s in the open

(senryû)

people make believe
blind to sordid actions
“I ain’t seen nothin’”

(shadorma)

Unless there`s
a Samaritan
does good deeds
calls for help
shouts out loud scaring monsters
back into their hole.

(tilus)

Wherever you go, bring
a
long a
friend.

© Tournesol ’14

Originally posted at Tournesol dans un Jardin, by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

Life as you see it (senryû)

Life as you see it
may not be in my
line of vision.

don’t see eye to eye
differences of opinion
just a different lens

why must you argue
over and over and
over again?

wars have erupted
for far much more
and much less
what are you waiting forÉ
mediate for peace now

love, hate, greed
trigger some form of hell
we can all avoid.

© Clr – Tournesol `14/08/17

Time lingers (senryû)

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Photo credits: Julie-de-Waroquier@DeviantArt

Better late then never, I say with this interesting photo prompt. Photo challenge #20 Time Goes by like a train, at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie awakened my memories of living by the train tracks near my grandmother’s home.  I used to run across as the gate was just coming down, bells ringing and the man in the tower shouting at me to stop but a few times, I still took a chance.  How lucky I was not to end up like this though I just wrote…

railway crossing
yesteryear’s tragic loss
her ghost still walks

© Tournesol

But this prompt’s title also inspires thoughts about time and we have had several haiku prompts from a few different blogs on “time” in the past weeks.  This is what the photo with the title inspired…

summer days crawl
forlorn, waits for her lover
but time has stopped

© Tournesol

Thank you, Yves, for this interesting photo challenge! I am slowly transferring all my short form poetry under the nom de plume, Tournesol @ Tournesol dans un jardin.

©  Clr 14/08/11

Departed soul (haibun) In memory of Bruno

© clr A true Rock Star, he will be missed
© clr A true Rock Star, he will be missed

Yesterday marked one week that a friend and colleague died, Sunday morning, July 20th. I wrote a series of haiku/senryû, last week with the vivid image of Bruno when I last saw him mid May of this year. He had been battling pancreatic cancer for well over a year at that time and still accepted that I visit him and he posed for a book that was being compiled to give to another colleague who is battling breast cancer. Bruno believed in thinking positive at ALL times. He believed in the fight and never gave up, nor did he stop encouraging our friend who is still under treatment and we KNOW she will rise above this insidious disease. She is the loving and most generous person (much like Bruno) who phoned me to give me the sad news that our friend had passed. I feel so blessed to have heard from you, Leslie, you have no idea how much it meant to me.

Here is the series I wrote the day I learned of his passing…

Care Bear Hugs

I’ll miss that smile
soothing presence like balm
Care Bear hugs.
*
those innuendos
making me feel young and sexy
twinkle in your {lie} eye
*
they’ll all split their wings
you’ll have them laughing so hard
angels in heaven

(c) Cheryl-Lynn 2014-07-21 (aka Tournesol)

originally posted: Care Bear Hugs

Today it is raining. It is grey and my mood is morose. I called in sick today as my body would not respond and seemed to be listening to my soul…I feel as if I am 99 today…a time to rest. In the shower I weep tears of grief and let the water wash them away. I have written in another post how I asked, “Why not take me? I am older, my family is raised, even my grandson is older than Bruno’s son. Why not take me?” The world is a mystery and the Great Spirit acts in mysterious ways. What do I know? Who am I in this vast sea of souls? But I do know that Bruno was a mind, heart, soul and body of pure essence filled with compassion and love. Anyone who has had the chance to meet him even if briefly, is blessed having been touched by an angel.

Reading Bruno’s orbituary in the Montreal Gazette, minutes ago, here at Second Cup, I am sad and yet could not help but smile when I read that his blood type was B Positive! Of course, what else could it have been? This reading along with Chèvrefeuille’s prompt on writing with the theme “A departed Soul”, has stirred up the following lines…

Departed Soul

dawn smiled

clouds made way

an angel

*

an angel

soars over sad hearts

begging for smiles

*

begging for smiles

his loud roar thundered

B positive

*

B positive

his lifetime message

gift

(c) Clr – Tournesol ’14-07-28

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This was a difficult prompt for me as I think of Shiki dying so young and his generous heart and passion for writing, found some energy to write his last haiku, truly touched me.

sponge gourd has bloomed
choked by phlegm
a departed soul

© Masaoka Shiki

One of Shiki’s desciple, Hekigoto, was by his bedside when he died. He wrote this…

from a bathing tub
I throw water into the lake –
slight muddiness appears

© Hekigoto

Hekigoto started the New Trend Haiku Movement. He experimented with disregarding the seventeen syllable pattern.

far fireworks
sounding, otherwise
not a thing

© Hekigoto

And this prompt created and hosted by Chèvrefeuille has contributed this:

morning dew
evaporates in the early sunlight –
spirit climbs to the sky

© Chèvrefeuille

Submitted for CPHK #527 – Shiki – A Departed Soul

Care Bear Hugs (senryû)

© clr A true Rock Star, he will be missed
© clr                                                        A true Rock Star, he will be missed

I’ll miss that smile
soothing presence like balm
Care Bear hugs.

those innuendos
making me feel young and sexy
twinkle in your  lie eye

they’ll all split their wings
you’ll have them laughing so hard
angels in heaven

© Cheryl-Lynn ’14/07/21