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time (troibun)

Walking to work is just after lunch for most people since she starts her work in the afternoon. She tries to leave earlier than usual so she can take different streets and walk slowly noticing the homes and parks along the way. Of course in winter with ice caked on the sidewalks forces her to truly walk slowly.

(troiku)

snowbound park
abandoned for a season
trees snore silently

snowbound park
smoke curling in the air
scent of apple trees

abandoned for a season
bicycle by the lamppost
gnarled fender rusts

trees snore silently
robin sings softly
a lullaby

©Tournesol’17/01/16

CDHK – The Piligrimage – “time”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, click here to learn more.

Daily Moments Feb 9/16 – Time (troiku)

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Sitting
waiting
contemplating

sitting
alone on a park bench
for time to change

waiting
in sweet sorrow,
time is so slow

contemplating
life’s pure joy
moving too fast

© Tournesol ’16/02/09

daily moments – Feb 9 2016

time floats (haibun)

©Clr'16/01/24 -23:45
©Clr’16/01/24 -23:45

She struggles to be on time at work but for dinners, parties, outings, she is usually late. She prefers to say, fashionably late. Being a night person and working late shifts, means late morning rise, working into the night.

nightly reflections
slow-dancing with her muse
kissing dawn goodnight

(c) Tournesol ’16-2-8

Daily Moments – Feb 1 /16 Change (haibun)

© Clr'16
© Clr’16

change
spring is coming
sense of hope

Change can destabilize and make one feel less secure at times. Imagine how worried Mother Nature must be with the drastic changes in the environment. No, we are not alone on this planet walking around with this sense of insecurity.

can the earth forgive?
that is the question –
only time will tell

© Tournesol ’16/02/01

Daily Moments – February 1 2016

The Secret Keeper word Prompts are: SENSE  SECURE WALK TIME ALONE

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

just in time (haibun) CarpeDiem #532 Movement

© CLR 2014
© CLR 2014

Khalil Gibran wrote, “We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Now tell me how could we ever meet at the same place at the same time?”

changing tides
my restlessness has gone
time is at my side
© Chèvrefeuille

How true! We seem to always be focused on time. How fast we can get this done and that completed. When I am writing, I don’t measure my time but I do see that a whole day sometimes has passed me by on my day off. So what? I enjoyed myself; I was able to create and be inspired by my muse. And all this is free and it is not even fattening! I have earned my time to just be and if writing is one of those moments of `being`, so be it!

Years ago, I used to be a personal support worker in homecare. My favourite days were bath days and individuals would humbly allow me to help them with their personal hygiene. I would take my time…up to an hour many times. I felt privileged to be welcomed in their homes like that. I am pretty sure that today, thirty years later, this “time” is considered a rare luxury…sadly so.

I stopped wearing a watch when I had the children and was a stay at home mom for five years. I didn’t need a clock or a watch. Babies and children can easily determine their needs without a clock and so that is how life was then.

internal clocks pulse
mother nurses, cleans, comforts
infant cries
© Tournesol ‘14/08/03

I remember when I first started working as a youth counsellor at our help line, I used to feel uneasy for talking a bit longer than some of my colleagues. Finally after three years, I had this amazing clinical supervisor who had watched me, observed my style and told me it was just the way I was. That was how I was able to engage with youths before they felt comfortable to disclose. When youth asks me if they are taking up too much time and feel they should let go, I tell them, “This call ends when you are finished sharing what you need to get off your chest, and we can find some options to help you through this.”

Sometimes we may be short-staffed due to illness and colleagues may worry seeing there are other callers waiting in the queue. I don’t look at that…I refuse to for I cannot be present with a youth if I my mind is wandering about caller number 2 or 3. I can ONLY take one call at a time and be with that person in a meaningful way.

just ended a call,
sun sets below the skyline
dinnertime.
© Tournesol ‘14/08/03

Submitted for CarpeDiem # 532 Movement

Time flies away

park muse

It seems like yesterday

‘twas only Sunday

and here we are

already Wednesday

Time flies away!

And such summery

glorious balmy days!

if only it could pass

slower and relaxed

I’d sit in the park

with pen in hand

and let my muse

soak up the land.

Such beauty

takes my breath away!

It seems like yesterday

‘twas only Sunday

and here we are

already Wednesday

time just flew away!

©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written October 2, 2013

Photo credit: Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2013