late bloomer (haibun) Daily Moments March 31 2019

A friend invited her on a social network page called ‘women in midlife and older’. She had crossed mid-life two decades ago yet a flood of thoughts came in waves.   Her first thoughts were “I was reborn at 45 or was it… finally awakened from a life of “should’s and if only’s”

lazy morning rise
awakened by a deep sleep
crossroads at midlife

midlife crisis
G-d’s gift for second chances
spring cleaning and loss

She remembers trying to write her story from birth to the present not realizing it was never her tale to tell. It was all a dream belonging to too many characters and her true “self” started much later.

MIDLIFE

rousing at sunrise
shedding dreams of should’s and if only’s
midlife morning dew

wakened from a dream
filled with “should’s and if only‘s”
midlife mourning due

© Tournesol ‘19-03-31

Daily Moments March 31 2019 – late bloomer

random thoughts (haibun)

It was raining outside and to add sunshine in her home, she put on  jazz. Listening to Andrea Motis and her band made the apartment glow.

Random thoughts were running through her mind. Spring cleaning was well overdue and an excellent way to work through the cobwebs of her brain. There was therapy in clearing closets.

showers clear debris
season’s past washing away
open to rebirths

© Tournesol ‘19-03-30

Daily Moments March 30th 2019

if only cats could speak (Troibun) Daily Moments March 26 2019

cats
Kali and Bette playing make believe

Looking at her two bff’s (best feline friends) watching something moving among the decayed leaves, she wondered how life was perceived for her feline friends. They were indoor cats. How does a shut in see the world? Is there curiosity or envy? Is there fear or relief?

Spring dredges us such good feelings of her youth. That first bike ride to school giving her an extra fifteen minutes to skip rope with her peers. The first walk without boots  and feeling so light on her feet. That walk hand in hand with a new crush, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

Then the reality of her work comes to mind and what takes place behind closed doors, come spring, summer, fall or winter…

spring is in the air
fast cars and motorcycles
sweet scents of freedom

spring is in the air
watching it all come to life
indoor cats just dream

fast cars and motorcycles
kicking up a cloud of dust
April rains will clean

sweet scents of freedom
first loves or devil’s cunnings
too bad cats can’t speak

© Tournesol ‘19-03-26

recalling (haibun) Daily moments March 21, 2019

Ah finally spring has arrived!    Along with the scents of decay and images of black snow melting, there is still hope in the air.  Once the old is washed away, the new will start to thrive.  Trees are starting to form those amazing buds, birds are flying back home, animals are mating, teens and adults falling in love again. It is all so mesmerizing and inspiring.  It is not just new love, new life but also rekindling memories .   That is the beauty of the mind that can wander, imagine and travel back in time that will make you sigh and smile.

 

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walking in a daze
bedazzled by the chaste moon
recalling his scent

(c) Tournesol ’19/03/21

seasons (5-7-5)

© Clr’15 October
©Clr’18 March

Today I noticed a photo of falling leaves from a poet/artist from Australia and it inspired me to write about it. I find it fascinating to see how our northern and southern hemispheres move in opposite directions as seasons change. It is probably more apparent now that I blog and read poems of different seasons.

 
giving tranquil pause 
days relinquish time to nights 
autumn rests a spell 
 
northern lands in spring 
sun takes over day by day 
melting season’s past 
 
(c) Tournesol '19-03-13

mother & daughter (haibun)

They spent the day in the sun planting seeds of various vegetables. Bent over with their straw hats, mother with her white Ralph Lauren sunglasses, the little three year old in her polka dot sundress and heart shaped sunglasses.

“Ah phew! That’s sure a lot of vegetables, Mommy!”

She beamed at her little helper, “Come, sweetheart, let’s sit in the shade. I`ll bring you a Popsicle.”

Sitting under the old maple tree, her chin in her chubby hand, staring at the garden for a long moment, she asked, “Mommy, when will the green beans start growing?”

“It will take time, sweetheart, about sixty sleeps depending on the weather.”

Obvious disappointment painted on her sun kissed face; she quickly lost interest and ran to play in the sandbox.

rose tipped buds
tender beginnings
nature’s way
one moment in time
coming to flower

©Tournesol’17-02-01