Daily Moments – time alone (Free Verse) March 31 2018

(c) Clr’18

Alone…
are we really?

city streets filled with sweat
winter’s thaw mixed with smog
midnight walkers’ spirits run
stench of liquids giving buzz
panhandlers shouting for extra dough
homeless silent at their corners
minding their own business
a cardboard bed and brown paper cup
their presence never taunt or shout

commuters rushing by to work
no longer notice these city folks
immune to smells and poverty
they hail a cab or take the train
subway stations soon fill fast
people speed to catch their train
sometimes stalled for quite some time
a suffering soul jumped on the tracks
the driver sits, frozen in shock
nightmares of drivers to maim or kill
their job is hell…life’s lost its thrill

nine to fivers are not the same
some rushing home to join their claim
others dawdle and take their time
sometimes spend their very last dime
stretching their dreaded return home
deafening echoes they must postpone
screams of silence await those alone

Alone…
are we really?

the retired man goes out early
no newspaper at his doorstep
he walks up to the newsstand
his next stop at Claudette’s diner
his regular special like every day
his coffee topped off without a say
other patrons join him sometimes
they talk about the good old times
and whine about the government
come afternoon he may go home
to feed his cat and quench the plants
sitting in his comfy chair
the purring is a lullaby
a short nap is well deserved
he may go out or read his book
but when he looks out the window
sun smiles with her alluring look
and so he goes out once again
his cane in hand – not for his legs
but for his safety – one never knows
the dangers on these city streets
it’s busy now, he sees all kinds
he walks along the inner side
even though the sidewalk’s wide
different crowd of night people
barely awake, their pompous stride
hustling for their daily preys
pestering ‘specially the old and meek
most likely need their daily fix
its still too early for nighttime tricks
staggering along the city pavement
a panhandler leans into a man
smooth talking with a crooked smile
menacing and insistent
he blocks pedestrians all the while
the man stops suddenly and lifts his cane
he pleads to be left alone
the hustler laughs and taunts again
until a new prey walks along
he finally leaves this frightened man
an older woman has stopped to watch
the taunting scene, her phone in hand,
her finger on the number 9
and then a sigh of pure relief
when all seems safe, she’s on her way
and as she enters an eatery
she bumps into the same old man
gnarled fingers curled on his cane
she tells him she is so relieved
he’s safe- no longer aggrieved
the man looks down
he was so tall!
his smile shows how he too is pleased
although alone, there’s always
someone around, you see!
there’s people who actually care
even if you live alone

Alone
we are on this path of life
forming tracks of our very own
but when the shadows are well defined
footprints of a sacred divine
one is really never alone.
© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts ‘18/03/31

time flies (haibun)

©Clr’18 Tristan et Nana

Last week I was at the dentist and I overheard a little 3 yr old refusing to let the dental hygienist clean her teeth and it brought me back to times I would let my grandson brush my teeth so I could brush his…seems like yesterday!

time.
it all depends on who you asks
Is it slow or fast?

©Tournesol’18/03/31

City streets ( a cherita)

Staggers on city streets dilated pupils

Leaning on folks pleading for twonies
Women and seniors look away warily

Begging turns to taunting
Pedestrians shrink away
Looking for a peaceful place

Today I was walking downtown on St Catherine Street in Montreal and a panhandler was harassing people on the sidewalk, leaning in close to them, blocking their way so they could not walk and I started walking a bit slower to be closer to other pedestrians. Then I noticed he was harassing an elderly man walking with a cane. The man lifted his cane out of desperation and froze a moment telling the man to stop bothering him. I stopped walking and watched to make sure the man was safe,cell in hand ready to call 911. [I was kicking myself for not having a can of hair spray or pepper spray in my pocket]. Finally the panhandler went onto another pedestrian.

I went into the Eaton Centre and walked towards the food court and crossed the man with the cane. I told him I was happy he was able to get away from that man who was bothering him. “Oh, you saw that, did you?” He seemed pleased that he was actually not alone for those tense moments. I felt an immediate bond…older folks feeling a bit intimidated with situations due to our age and inability to run away fast enough.

(C) Tournesol’18-03-29

Daily Moments fool s journey Troibun

©clr’18

She tossed and turned throughout the night; her mind was filled with do’s and should’s. A cluttered mind is like a cluttered house. Time to clear out the closets, empty drawers and sort out the junk from the good. How often do we hold something in our hands and ponder for a split second and end up tossing it in a drawer or the bottom of a closet? Often times between season’s change, that same item is found and tossed into the trash. Ah, yes, she finds a cluttered mind is often a sign it is time to do some serious spring cleaning…how therapeutic it can be and at the same time, a clean home is her reward.

cluttered minds
toss and turn all thru the night
spring approaches

cluttered minds
dust bunnies and bread crumbs
hanging on to yore

toss and turn all thru the night
cat chasing its tail
hoot of the night owl

spring approaches
out with the old making room
a renaissance

© Tournesol ‘18/03/17 Daily Moments fool s journey Troibun

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille; I termed the haibun of a Troiku, a troibun.

Daily Moments. March 10/18. Goodness always reigns (Haibun)

 

Everyone needs a place  to unload their burdens, their sorrows and pain. One must find a way to rejuvenate each morsel of compassion and move on to another day.

 

Her mind is in a haze
Thoughts flutter,
Fly away
To another hemisphere

A land of superlatives
Where grass is greener
Than emerald stones
The sky is bluer
Than her children’s eyes
The earth is heaven
Blossoms opening
At each sunrise

If only
She could write
Find the words
share with the world

So precious is this haven
Delicious are each berry
Trees carry leaves of silk
Dandelions smell so sweet
Who knew
Such places could exist?

Was this a dream?
Aw but no time to pinch
Awakening the chaos
Greyness hiding beauty
She’ll stay awhile
Inhale each fragrance
And cleanse her soul
Her mind be filled with love
Her soul exhales forgiveness
Her heart beats to compassion

 

From murky waters
Goodness leads the way
A lotus blossoms

(c) Tournesol’18-03-10

Daily Moments. March 10/18. Goodness always reigns (Haibun)

cloud of dreams(haibun) daily moments March 5th 2018

© CLR 2018

Walking on a cloud of dreams
musts, shoulds and wanta be’s
rewind all the do’s and don’ts
wondering how many really
did the damage, cause the hurt
leaning alone to count

how my heart bleeds with such sorrow
looking for that missing piece
keep us whole not incomplete
will I ever see us whole again?

How much time for the mending
twine that binds us all together
broken hearts and injured egos
threading masking all despair

walking on a cloud of dreams
memories passed of long ago
stirs an ache, awakens screams
wishing for a brighter morrow
walking on a cloud of dreams
praying for better tomorrows

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autumn bliss (tan renga)

Today our host and mentor  at CarpeDiemHaikuKai invites us to take part in a renga party.

Chevrefeuille says: “ I love to use, was written in Autumn 1689. The title for this renga is: “best for seeing the moon”. As the title of this renga tells us the haiku is a real autumn verse. As you (maybe) know the moon is a seasonword for autumn. In Japan they find the moon of autumn the most beautiful and there are lot of haiku written with the autumn moon. The moon was (and is still) a seasonword for autumn. In my country, The Netherlands, poets find the moon of winter the most beautiful. Maybe that’s true, but as a haiku poet I find the moon of autumn the most beautiful and spectacular. Why? I can’t say why it’s a feeling. Maybe it’s because of my interest in the classical haiku, maybe it’s because the Japanese haiku poets have written such beautiful haiku about the autumn moon.

Here is the haiku, the hokku of this renga party, by Basho:”

let’s visit the places
best for seeing the moon
sleeping on a journey
©Matsuo Basho

dreaming of yesteryear
that last September kiss

soft lips
pressing urgently
leaf on her shoulder

©Tournesol’18/03/04

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Sunday reflections (troibun) Daily Moments March 4, 2018

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©Clr’18
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Walking on her usual path to the bus stop, she rolls  her beaded bracelet with two fingers, whispering. At first she looks up at the sky, then notices the trees and branches waving shyly. Images of Amma floats in front of her, smiling…always smiling. Her mind is like a field of bumper cars going, coming and crashing. She has to slow down and whisper louder to block the distractions that clutter her mind.

Amma is known for her embrace but also for her compassion and humanitarianism

After several series, she is in her own world, sitting on the bus, watching the ice patches floating on the Saint Lawrence. Another mega bridge is being built parallel to the one the bus is crossing. All those men working in the cold. She shivers at the thought.

clouds holding secrets
Mother Nature knows
Snow, rain or hail

clouds holding secrets
Chaos in the world
Tears from heaven

Mother Nature knows
How it will all end
Sins we committed

Snow, rain or hail
March wavers tween two seasons
always be prepared

 

© Tournesol’18/03/04

Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt is hail

Daily Moments – Sunday reflections – (troibun) A troibun is a term I use to term a haibun but rather than having haiku within the text, I have a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by my mentor, Chevrefeuille at CarpeDiemHaikuKai