who’s sorry now? (Troiku + Cherita) Daily Moments

She arrived at work over two hours earlier than usual since she had appointments in the morning. Taking her time to settle at her workstation, she fires up her computer and decides to listen to some music on Youtube. This week is the Montreal International Jazz Festival and what better occasion to listen to jazz.
They were entering their first heatwave, so she started by listening to Summertime by Ella the Queen of Jazz and Soul along with other versions getting her acquainted to more singers and musicians. She vacillated from older masters of Jazz to today’s artists allowing the music to of another time carry her…

For the past few years, I am so mesmerized by this singer.

swept away
Coltrane whines mournfully
recalling another time

swept away
Unforgettable lines
crooned by Cole

Coltrane whines mournfully
piercing deep
into her soul

recalling another time
replaying over and over
Who’s Sorry Now

 

©Tournesol\’18/06/29

Daily Moments – Jazzy afternoon (troiku)

 

Who’s Sorry Now (A Cherita)

music brings her back seeing her heartbroken mother for months

coming home after school
remembering on the darkness with shades pulled down

hearing the sobbing voice
Connie Frances moans over and over and over
that unrelenting turntable

 

©Tournesol ’18/06/29

A birthday Cherita…

©Clr’18/06/22

Today we honour my mother,

birth of a special angel
now she flies above the clouds

always near
to those that hear
echoes of her laugh

&

When I visit her house, it takes me back so long ago

playing back different stories
some are sad, some are joyous

sitting by the river bank
see the water lapping
ripples of her laugh

&

our very first encounter in the bedroom by the riverside

born one wintry night
in a hurry for her arms

lapping up all the love
my mother and her mother and her father too
my father and my sister

&

rocking on my shaky heels

waiting for the sun to rise
glistening on the water

memories with my sister
sleeping by the river
sun awakening our dreams

©Cheryl-Lynn’18/06/22

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Mom (troiku)

mom
(c)Clrè17

a day to cheer
Happy Birthday, Mom!
missing you each day

a day to rejoice
having you in my life
gift of your embrace

Happy Birthday Mom
celebrating memories
touching many hearts

missing you each day
treasuring each dream filled night
visits from you, Mom

©Tournesol’18/06/22

beating to the drums (troiku)

Celebrating on Corn Beads by Christine Sioui Wawanoloath, winning artwork under the Celebrating First Nations category of the National Aboriginal Day Poster Competition. http://publications.gc.ca/collections/Collection/R32-179-2000E.pdf

 

In honour of National Aboriginal Day – June 21 2018

 

BEATING TO THE DRUMS ( A TROIKU)

moved
by the flames
heart of a nation

moved
stories retold
by their elders

by the flames
dancing ‘round the campfire
echoes of their songs

heart of a nation
beating
to the drums

©Tournesol ’18/06/21

Tournesol is my nom de plume – Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

summer solstice (troiku) written for HaikuHorizons – Flame

It is a special week this week. June 21st  – Summer Solstice, as well at National Aboriginal Day – and my mother’s birthday June 22nd…to me also means honouring her life.

mesmerized
all night long
by the flames

mesmerized
looking out towards the sky
shooting stars

all night long
once upon
a summer solstice

by the flames
your eyes dancing
melting my heart

©Tournesol ’18/06/20

 

 

 

Away from home (tanka) & A friend indeed (troiku)

Nature’s friend
Savouring fragrance and calm
On a blossom
An interlude
Away from the cacophony

© Tournesol’18/06/10

Written for HaikuHorizons’ prompt: friend & load

 

With mute compassion
Listens to her unburden
Defines a friend

With mute compassion
In the name of the Father
Hears our confessions

Listens to her unburden
Embracing her in her arms
Whispering, “There, there.”

Defines a friend
intrinsically
Knows when she hurts

© Tournesol ‘18/06/10

https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/haiku-horizons-prompt-load/

 

Dear Emma,

 

I saw a post today on facebook that truly spoke to me. It said:

Don’t bother walking a mile in my shoes, that would be boring.
Spend 30 seconds in my head and that will freak you right out!”  (c) Me vs my Inner Bitch

It is amazing how much goes on in one’s mind when it is idle. Have your ever noticed that? Of course you have! I wonder if women think more than men? I guess that may not be a gender thing either but how much one worries and others take life more in stride, I guess. Here is an example of a sixty something lady getting ready for work.

She presses the snooze button for the third time and lets out a loud sigh. She knows she would have to get up eventually and get ready. So much to do in one day …so much to do in one life. Will there ever be enough time to follow her dreams? And yet, she still does not know what she wants to do when she’s grows up. She never wants to grow up. Living day to day is so much more fun but is it okay in our society. Ah fuck society! she thinks to herself.

She wonders if he would do okay with his new home? What would it take to mend things with her? No matter what she does, she feels she puts her foot in doo-doo. She tries not think of other family members that pull at her heart strings. If only she could shut off that brain of hers sometimes. It is a family trait, after all. Her mother had it, her grandmother too and she and her sister inherited it as well.

She jumps in the shower and feels the water pour over her face and it reminds her of walking in the rain one summer day. Oh that was delightful and the rain was warm too! Her hair did not curl then. She gets out of the shower and looks in the mirror. How did she get here? Why had she been raised to focus so much on appearances when down deep she knew that most people she interacted with appreciated her for her compassion. Maybe compassion is like the perfect foundation that illuminates your skin! Yeah, that makes sense! With a touch of joie de vie on your lips, a hint of passion mist on her neck and voilà, she is ready to face the world.

She turns away from the mirror and gets dressed and puts on her cream, that special cream to hide those wrinkles (which has never done a damn thing but smear false hope from that fancy jar). She must not buy anymore. With the money spent on that she can start saving for another trip far far away. How she would like that!

She picks up her backpack, and walks out the door.

Holding on
Yesterday’s regrets blurr
Hopes for tomorrow
Still, messing up today
Weaknesses of humans

(c) Tournesol’ 18/06/08

Damn summer cold (troiku) Daily moments

Daily moments June 7

Rumbling sounds
Ready to burst
Heaving

Rumbling sounds
Bowling balls
Hitting ten pins

Ready to burst
Opening to the sun
Blossoms

Heaving rain clouds
Like gasping for air
Hear her wheezing

(C) Tournesol’18/06/08

A moment in time ( daily moments June 6 2018)

Butterfly
Suckling sweet nectar
Flowers in bloom
A moment in time
Embrace it or lose it

Billows floating
Fluffy and full burst with joy
through a window
A moment in time
Embrace it or lose it

A newborn
Staring perplexed
his tiny fist

Sticks it in his mouth
Knows not it’s part of him

Watching him, she sighs
Don’t miss those moments
Embrace them or lose them

Daily reflections. June 4, 2018 a moment in time