bitter endings ~ Haibun ~Daily moments November 18, 2017


So many losses and bitter ends in this bleak season, she’s lost count. Trying to please one may leave others in bitter deprivation. Impulsive actions, even with loving intentions, become too many blunders that add insult to injury. Communicating regrets is now worthless falling on death ears; broken hearts are just too hurt with feelings of abandonment harden over time in bitter stone.

tainted with despair
and broken promises
tears filled with regrets
rubbed in old wounds


Written for MicroPoetry Month #18

life’s options (troiku – shadorma) Daily moments November 16th/17

Image may contain: table, plant and outdoor


autumn simmers
reassessing life’s options
season’s nesting spell

autumn simmers
rolling into sleepy times
winter’s slumber

reassessing life
sitting by a crackling fire
knitting my options

season’s nesting spell
searching under winter skies
making snow angels


thoughts echo
in my weary brain
telling me
to slow down
run through future options
life is too damn short


Daily moments – reassessing – November 16th, 2017

Writing for MicroPoetry Month #16

November 15th, 1976 (haibun) MicroPoetry Month – Daily moments

If you talk to a man in a language he understand, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.  –Nelson Mandela


How can I not write something on this date November 15th.   Je m’en souviens all too well.  Sure I have mixed feelings being of two cultures and embracing both. My mother, being French Québecois has always said she was a bilingual Canadian. She has never shared the vengeance and yet she has surely experienced the unfairness and the disrespect  all too often.

My father,  being of Irish and Welsh background, his maternal grandfather settled here due to his Irish Catholic background but his father being of the mindset of English is best allowed me to feel the humiliation for my mother.

French speaking persons in the 50’s and 60’s could not get decent work if they did not speak fluent English and even then, it was difficult to rise in a company carrying a French name.  How this has changed dramatically today!

I understand the need for change. One must be mindful, when the pendulum swings too much and stays there, it turns justice into resentment and vengeance. And being of these two cultures, I have too often been on the fence carrying the sins of my ancestors.

in the making
November 15th

a new government is born

citizens hail
Vivre le Québec Libre
français shall rule

laws to preserve their language
change well past due

years of oppression
fuels their passion
the pendulum swings


Written for MicroPoetry Month November 15th 2017

Quebec 1976 Parti Québecois Victory

wistful moments (a cherita and solo renga -MicroPoetry Month #14)


the old man listens to the melodies

water running over timeless rocks
lyrics swimming in his head

an angel met him here long ago
even fish splashed in the creek
only her memory remains


breathing her name
with a long wistful sigh
a tear runs down his cheek

leaves rustle in the wind
a sparrow sings a love song

sitting on the log
the old man smiles
embracing the past


Daily Moments Nov.  14 – MicroPoetry Month #14 & Haiku Horizons: log

hasty dusk Troiku MicroPoetry Month November 13 th Daily Moments


five o’clock shadows
hasty dusk settles
all day long

five o’clock shadows
greyness fills the soul
sullen shroud

hasty dusk settles
hiding any hope
melancholy rains

all day long
life without promise
haunting season’s end


Written for MicroPoetry Month #13 – Daily Moments.  Looking outside all I saw was grey and took a photo…the photo does not seem as grey as the day actually.

Daily Moments November 13 – hasty dusk

Coco Chanel (MicroPoetry Month #12) Daily moments (Troibun)


The sun shines brightly in the cold pale skies and yet, her soul is filled with greyness? The day will move slowly as she shuffles through my clutter. That old overcoat that should have been thrown in the trash, swings gently from side to side. What is she doing still holding on to those tan boots that cramp her toes? They remind  her of better days and happy times, strutting with a sense of purpose. As she moves further into the greyness she finds  her mother’s old raincoat she has yet to wear. As slips it on,  she feels her presence…still.

soft scents
float around her

soft scents
rest in droplets
kissing her cheek

float around her
Sinatra and Doris Day

admiring CoCo
worshiping the sun


I love the haibun form and since I have also fallen in love with the Troiku (a haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai) I have coined the haibun with a troiku, Troibun.

Written for MicroPoetry Month #12 where we are inspired to write a haibun.

The history of sun tanning and Coco Chanel.

slaves no more ( senryu) November 11/17

The shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins

every man,
woman and child
suffering bound in chains
enough to make
any mind go wild

the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins

every man, woman and child have dreamed
of their forefathers
recalling tales of yesteryear
and such better days than here!

the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
dear blessed Mother of God
pray for our mortal sins

of absolution
we are not worthy
tainted by our greed

we must make restitution
for sins that were commissioned

will there ever be resolve
in our own privileged life span
and centuries we have robbed them all
due respect and compassion?

the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
blessed Divine Mother, please,
pray for our mortal sins

© Tournesol’17/11/11
Daily moments November 11/17 slaves no more

Written for Mocropoetry Month

I was trying to watch 12 Years a Slave and could not watch half, it was too difficult and so My muse took over…

This started free flow but noticed there were many senryu and tanka within. What was most important for me was to release these thoughts.

frigid day (daily moments Nov 10/17)


Sun pales the sky
as I breathe the cool brisk air
puffs of smoke

autumn winds
leaves blowing on the road
the old man’s hat

(c) Tournesol ‘17-11-10

Daily moments – frigid day nov 19 /17  MicroPoetry Month #10

This morning I could only reflect “freely” on this and so these haiku are my writing freely. It finally went minus 5 C and snow covered the lives on the side of the streets.  I had to take the plunge and wear my winter coat and warm scarf. brrrrrrrrr

rose petals (troiku)Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge


© Clr’16

Rose petals
scent so sweet
soft as silk

rose petals
on fresh crisp sheets
their wedding night

scent so sweet
taste of pure bliss
on her lips

soft as silk
chubby fingers searching
Mommy’s hand

(c) Tournesol’17-11-09

Haiku Prompt Challenge at Ronovan Writes: SMOOTH AND HAND

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

reflections of a helper (free verse and solo renga)

This is a free verse written for MicroPoetry Month with the theme of “violence” in mind, reflections of a youth counsellor, followed by solo renga.

She listens with benevolence
their stories never told
the shame and guilt of violence
those tales so raw and bold
of adults spewing cunning lies
they violate ‘til she cries.

A pause ensues, she hears a sigh
despite attempts to offer hope
their stories make her cry

said tears bring no relief
some tales are just too hard to bear
she hears them in their grief;

the hardest tale of all to share
are secrets found in dark despair
illicit truths, unmasking lies
“You know I love you… Daddy cares.!”

she holds their secrets in her heart
and hopes the healing may finally start

tomorrow is another day
she knows it will soon start again
and she’ll be there to hear their say
in hopes to soothe the constant pain
if even for the briefest moment
expunge the grief away

© Clr’15

(solo renga)

autumn leaves
left on the grounds
destroy emerald greens

remains left to decompose
destroy the life beneath

tending to debris
allows the earth to breath
thrive again in spring

©Tournesol ’17/11/09


Sexual Assault Canada ;   Child Abuse in Canada

This video shows true stories in America and  statistics as well in U.S.A. – Child Abuse prevention PSA


Written for MicroPoetry Month #9

never fortten (troibun) daily moments November 8 2017

November quest
kiku blossoms whispering
forget me not

In the cool autumn nights of November they stir in their beds. Not a sound is heard as they wiggle their way out breathing in one long inhalation of new life. Adorning their beds are yellow chrysanthemums slowly decaying from the cold winds. Yet, as they breathe upon them, life is restored and their stems straighten at attention and their blossoms billow.

roaming in the night
over fields of poppies
visiting loved ones

roaming in the night
the old night owl

over fields of poppies
coming back
to be remembered

visiting loved ones
ever so gently
in their dreams


Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Daily moments – never forgotten – November 8 2017

MicroPoetry Month – November 8  2017

Birthday memories

autumn sunshine
is that really you, Mom?
through my window

blinded by memories
holding my first born

proud Nanny
strutting with purpose
pushing an English pram

irresistible urges
pinching his chubby cheeks

time flashes by
grandson holds her frail hand
in a nursing home

Nanny just won’t let go
love always wins over

recalls for one split second
joys of grandmotherhood

searching nervously
in his liquid blues
it all comes back

dipping his tiny fingers
in his first birthday cake


Daily moments – birthday memories  November 7 2017

Micropoetry Month November 7 2017

special day (fibonacci and naani)

through my pores
kinfolk stopover
unexpected precious embrace
my lips are smiling as I Iisten to my heart sing

my feet to the tunes
rising my soul to paradise
such miracles can only come from the universe.

vision of grace
red leaves on branches
enduring hope

grey skies return
housekeeping never done
closing season
winter’s duvet awaits


Micropoetry Month – November 5th,  2017 – Daily moments

We are asked to write a Fibonacci with as many lines as we wish following the Fibonacci sequence. I tried to keep it short (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13) and closed with two naani poems.

deceiving beauty (naani)

At MicroPoetry Month November 4th, we are inspired by the naani poetry form.

autumn sunshine
misleading yet welcoming
memories of summer
blind my eyes

weekend respite
playing it by ear
unexpected family visit
heartened soul

birthdays come and gone
age just a number
feels like yesterday
my first born

©Tournesol ’17/11/04

I am enjoying MicroPoetry Month very much. Since I have not had much time to write as much lately, this offers me an opportunity to still write my “daily moments”reflections of my day in short forms. It is also a wonderful occasion to get out of my comfort zone and try other poetry forms outside of Waka.

NaaniNaani is one of Indian’s most popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets Dr. N.Gopi, presently working as vice-chancellor to Telugu University, Andhra Pradesh.

friday night hotlines (A cherita) Daily Moments Novemer 3, 2017

last call of the night

adjusts the volume hearing soft whimpering
listening to a new tale

shock and grief coats her sullen voice
listening with empathetic resignation
a story unfolds of love and loss.


shuffling home slowly at one in the morning

my mind holds too many tales
I long for days of rest

three days I shall escape with my muse
writing to my heart’s content
while eating comfort food


Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #3
Daily moments November 3 2017 Friday night hotlines

Twilight (troiku)

©Clr’17 Port Burwel, Ontario (Lake Erie)

last splashof pink
slips below the horizon
enter twilight

last splash of pink
blending with a darkened sky
colour it purple

slip below the horizon
other side of the world
meeting dawn

enter twilight
dusk turning
to midnight blue

©Tournesol ’17/11/01

CarpeDiemHaikuKai – Twilight

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaiku Kai.

Also attempting at Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #1 

eerie nights (troibun) Daily Moments October 30/17

© Clr’17

Clouds no longer form shapes in the sky. All one sees now is grey and greyer. Wind gusts and rain make the trees flap their arms shedding their leaves that are still green! The day is coming and we feel it in our bones due to the dampness, the cold and daunting night of Hallow’s Eve.

stars hiding
behind heavy billows
filled with tears

stars hiding
waiting to shine
on All Hallow’s Day

behind heavy billows
stories retold
of revered saints

filled with tears
dressed as an angel
dropped all her candies


Written for Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge: Spooky Night

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai. I have coined the haibun in this case a Troibun.

Sweet dreams of love (solo no renga)

of love affairs
reminiscent dreams

Marvin Gaye reminding me
how sweet it is

thinking of you
lightheaded and giddy
breathing in your scent

help me before I fall in love
all over again

melancholy dreams
a case of you so bittersweet
my soul still bleeds


Daily Moments – October 18/17 -Reflections of loves come and gone, sweet love and bitter heartbreaks

precious gems (troiku)

kusa no ha [ya] ame ni magirenu aki no tsuyu

blades of grass–
lost among the raindrops
autumn dew
© Issa (1810)(tr. David Lanoue)

blades of grass
snail crawls warily
in the everglades

lost among the raindrops
a lover’s tears

autumn dew
morning frost glints
like GrandPa’s gold tooth


I have used Issa Kobayashi’s beautiful haiku as an inspiration at Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and decided to use his haiku  to form a troiku .  A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host, Chevrefeuile which he explains on his website Chevrefeuillecarpediem.

all saints’day (troiku)

taking their leave
marveling at the clouds
castles in the sky

taking their leave
an autumn ritual
falling into place

marvelling at the clouds
universal convention
gods united

castles in the sky
angels celebrating
all hallows’s Day


Written for Haiku Horizons’prompt: castle

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

season’s rest (troiku)


orbs floating
through the window

spreading wide

orbs floating
dancing on their path
coming from the light

through the window
Amma’s loving embrace
my soul opens


sunflowers bow
in reverence
time has come

sunflowers blow
petals dropping one by one
goodbye tears

in reverence
amber leaves

time has come
nature’s well deserved


A troiku is a new form of haiku created by my mentor,  Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

humility (senyru + cherita)


in naked humbleness
confesses her sins


(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


Inspired by chevrefeuillescarpediem-nakedness


man on the moon (troiku)

©Denise Kwong

smiling at the sky
standing at attention

at the harvest moon

smiling at the sky
praying for a miracle
moonbeams heed

standing at attention
home for Thanksgiving
man on the moon


How could I not write something about les tournesols (sunflowers)! We are asked to write a poem or story inspired by the above photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Photo Challenge 184

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

*Reference for Thanksgiving is for our Canadian Thanksgiving on October 9th.

Thankful moments (troibun)

wistfully holds
futures passed and gone
scent of promise

wistfully holds
visions of newlyweds
his heart quickens

futures passed and gone
offspring born and grown
love for her transcends

scent of promise
flourishing with each grain
passion begotten

The sky began its concert, with hues that melt his heart. His wife shouts from a distance, “Mon amour nous sommes tous à la table, viens vite, nous t’attendons!”He slowly turns to go and looks with love at his hand, “I love the handful of the earth you are.”

Happy Thanksgiving!

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Sunday Writing Prompt 223 – We are inspired by a sonnet by Pablo Neruda and we can take any line or the entire poem to inspire a story. I have chosen to write a Troiku with a narrative which I call a Troibun (taken from Haibun)  A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe

Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

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


rich soup (troibun)

Related image

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

farmers’ helper (troiku)

Image may contain: night, sky, cloud and outdoor
©Clr’17 Harvest Moon Oct 5/17

midnight stroll
under the glowing presence
harvest moon

midnight stroll
never feeling alone
man on the moon

under the glowing presence
behind floating clouds
playing peekaboo

harvest moon
lighting the path on cornfields
farmers’ helper


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


Written for

making room for Thanksgiving – daily moments Oct 7/17

Image may contain: tree, sky, plant, outdoor, nature and water


the leaves were dancing,
waving with the wind
a young man fished
as the sun set

the sun hides
behind heavy clouds

nature sleeps
cleaning debris
time to muse

nature sleeps
giving time to mend
busy harvest days

cleaning debris
soul searching

time to muse
brooding over life’s gifts
Thanksgiving day


In  honour of Canadian Thanksgiving weekend.

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.

growling like a rabid dog
in Washington

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


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
twilight serenade

bonne nuit
catching up
stories of the night


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


Daily moments – September 28 2017 silence of the fans 

under the Buck Moon (haibun)

Winding Road

Driving to their summer cottage in July along that long twisting road filled vacationers with such excitement and promise. A year older since last summer, the girls and boys have blossomed,  each with varied agenda…some fulfilling romantic dreams, others realizing hormonal packed fantasies…

winding road
summer’s burgeoning fruits
ripen in time

plucked under a full moon
succulent sighs trickle

their last kiss lingers
haunting the winding road home
September adieus


Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt “winding road’.

Inspired by Kim’s haiku:

magic woolen yarn
leading us back to winter
the winding road home
©Kim M. Russell’17

Daily moments – September 27/17 cooling off (a cherita)


(a cherita)

another sweltering day today

uncommon for this hemisphere
the A/C and a few extra fans roar all night long

I carry my oriental fan with me everywhere
fanning my sweaty face waiting for my Metro car
visualizing penguins in Antarctica

Years ago on a trip to Saint Marten, I noticed people walking to work and their pace was so slow compared to how we get to work. That made sense too! I realized that moseying along slowly, I did not build up a sweat …well, hardly since I am perspiring even in winter if I am walking fast. I often say jokingly, “I can’t help it, I’m just hot stuff!” but seriously it is not comfortable. I look on the bus today as my face is wet already before I even start my shift. I wonder with awe, how some of the commuters are wearing a long sleeve shirt and their faces are so dry!! How can that be possible?! Here I am fanning myself on the bus, on the Metro and spraying my face and hair with water when I get to work to cool myself.

I remember a few years ago visiting the Biodome several times with my grandson since I lived across the street from there at the time. When you first enter, you are flooded with the heat of the rainforest…oh, it is beautiful alright but within minutes, I am already anxious to get to the Antarctica section and sit watching those cute penguins prancing and diving into the water. To this day, I often visualize myself sitting in that section of the Biodome and it seems to cool my body a bit. Looks like I will be visualizing penguins this week.

©Cheryl-Lynn 17/09/27

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


Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin

No automatic alt text available.
©Clr’17 Loonie $1 Toonie $2 Canadian


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

is my darkness
holding me together





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

shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story

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