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

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©Clr’17

(troiku)

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

(shadorma)

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

©Tournesol’17/11/16

Daily moments – reassessing – November 16th, 2017

Writing for MicroPoetry Month #16

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

©Tournesol’17/11/14

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

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

©Tournesol’17/10/25

Written for Haiku Horizons’prompt: castle

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

humility (senyru + cherita)

(senryu)

wrapped
in naked humbleness
confesses her sins

©Tournesol’17/10/12

(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

©Tournesol’17/10/12

Inspired by chevrefeuillescarpediem-nakedness

 

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

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(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

©Tournesol’17/09/27

Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin

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©Clr’17 Loonie $1 Toonie $2 Canadian