snow kissed cheeks

Dogs and cats stray
snow showers instead today
angel kissed my cheek

after a day of mourning
remembering and longing
rain clouds bowed away

such a welcome relief
fills my heart
fluttering butterflies

how I miss that blue
butterfly
maman, tu me manques
blue my favourite hue
how I knew twas you

ah but snow flakes
change everything
whiteness purifies
lightens grieving hearts

wish the snow would fall
a foot or two or three
hear the hum of snow ploughs
soft thump of falling snow

lying on the downy snow
waving arms and legs
giant snow angels
made by yours truly

dogs and cats stray
snow showers
improved my day
snow kissed cheek

(c) Tournesol’18/12/04

Daily moments December 4. 2018

Dear Emma, “and what about patience?”

when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her
looking for relief

she reads fiction
but
the darker kind
thrillers and killers
of demented minds
still
it’s an escape
her reality is boring
drab, greyish taupe
like the colour of mud

when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her

music tends to rise her spirits
lyrics may not always
bringing her to a darker place
long ago
perhaps unfinished business
ghosts from her past
haunting her day and night
taunting her to give up

her humble abode breathes memories
dead and alive, people who matter
exhaling
in contradictory salutations
leaving her more confused
riled with shame and blame
fills her soul with guilt

when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her

it all started months ago
her body let her down
joint after joint
abandoning her
leaving her vulnerable
robbing her of so much joy
walking feebly with a cane
worried for another fall,
a sprain, a tear
that heals so slowly

when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her

mind and body
work in tandem
whispering mockingly
awaiting her decline

when did it become
them and me?
when did they become her enemy?

the mind plays tricks
distorted reality
tries to fill her mind
such energy it takes
pushing it away
blocking every crevice of her soul.

They will not win!
she is too smart
and loves life
way too much to give in

she will wait, give it time
her body needs to heal
her soul needs to recuperate
patience is her weapon
compassion and self-love
her antibiotic

when will the darkness cease
day after day
night after night
light hovers behind rain clouds
trying to rescue her
she will use the power of imagery
feel the sun warm her soul
make her mind and body whole.

(c) Cheryl-Lynn 18/09/15

the Queen of Soul (troiku) Daily moments August 15/18

vinyl whirling
echoes of Aretha
comin home

vinyl whirling
Motown of the sixties
melting the heart

echoes of Aretha
like honey to bees
sweetening the soul

coming home
under her spell,
links to my youth

© Touronesol ‘18/08/16

 

“I Say A Little Prayer”

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for youForever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever, we never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break time
I say a little prayer for you

Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

I say a little prayer for you
I say a little prayer for you

My darling, believe me
(Believe me)
For me there is no one but you
Please love me too
(Answer my prayer)
And I’m in love with you
(Answer my prayer)
Answer my prayer now, babe
(Answer my prayer)

Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

Writer(s): BACHARACH BURT F, DAVID HAL

Solitary fuel A Cherita Daily Moments August 12 2018

Street Art, de Gaspé, Montréal, Qc. – Cheryl-Lynn

A Cherita

solitude is so misunderstood

many equate it to depression and loneliness
even if the person embraces her aloneness

so many people try to understand equating it sometimes to depression
but having not worn the same shoes
how can anyone really know?

*******

solitude is synonymous to emptiness, so why does it feed me?

solitude gives me energy
weathering another day

all consuming
yet nurturing
life simply goes on

(c) Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

August 12, 1018

Dear Emma, and a Cherita

Dear Emma,

When I was a child, I remember picking up my bellbottom pants at the dressmaker one time. In the early 60’s I could not find any kind of long pants or jeans that were long enough and slim enough. In those days, Marilyn Monroe was the fashionable shape. Although Twiggy was slowly becoming a trend, in my part of the world, it was still more common for women to be shorter and curvier. Alas, I was pretty much a straight line more like Olive Oil at between twelve and fourteen.

Another client was just leaving the dressmaker as I was entering and she asked me how my mother and grandmother were doing. Of course, I shared the latest updates on my newly divorced mother and lifesaver grandmother who had taken us in not realizing I may have been a bit too open. Being naïve, then, was just assuming that people always inquired about you because they cared.

I remember trying on the charcoal grey bellbottoms and was so excited they fit like a glove and were long enough to wear with a boot or higher healed show. That was the beauty of tailor made clothes. Fortunately, her fees were very reasonable and in fact, less expensive than going to a designer shop to purchase clothes.

As I was leaving, the dressmaker looked at me seriously and said, “You must be careful. You are such an open book and you never know the true intentions of people when inquiring about you and your family.” I could tell she was concerned for me and I always tried to remember her wise words, but still, it is still difficult for me to think anyone would want to hurt me intentionally. And so years went by and I learned the hard way. I find learning through life experience teaches more, don’t you? What have you learned better through experience rather than through teachings of another person?

( a cherita)

a child runs freely through the woods

Stumbling on hidden roots and branches
Scraping arms and knees along the way

Fastforward several decades
Walking through the woods, listening to the birds singing
Leaves rustling, she leans on her walking stick

© Cheryl-Lynn ‘18/09/06

Daily Moments with Emma – August 9th, 2018

How I wish that I could sing (free verse)

Cher (real name: Cherylyn)

 

How I wish that I could sing
Deep feelings that I hold
Find the lyrics that rhyme
With the rhythm in my soul

But I cannot keep a tune
Without making someone cringe
Eardrums might just ruin
I am here on the fringe
Writing words that I’ve rehearsed
Forms of poetry and free verse

How I wish that I could draw
Images of my dreams
Thoughts uncensored and raw
In my mind I can hear them scream
But I cannot draw a straight line
only drawings like a toddler’s
shaky hand sketches of no design

I’d never even make a dollar
But for some words that I’ve rehearsed
Forms of poetry and free verse.
How I wish that I could sing
The thoughts echo in my heart
Images float inside my mind
But only words can share the part
Of how I truly feel inside,
The love, the sadness
The joy, the solitude
The suffering ,then the gratitude
Everything life has taught me

How I wish that I could sing
Deep feelings that I hold
Find the lyrics that rhyme
Wih the rhythm in my soul

But I cannot keep a tune
Without making someone cringe
Eardrums might just ruin
I am here on the fringe
Writing words that I’ve rehearsed
Forms of poetry and free verse

How I wish that I could draw
Images of my dreams
Thoughts uncensored and raw
In my mind I hear them scream

But I cannot draw a straight line
only drawings like a toddler’s
shaky hand sketches of no design
I’d never even make a dollar
But for some words that I’ve rehearsed
Of micro poetry and free verse.

How I wish that I could sing
The thoughts echo in my heart
Images float inside my mind
But only words can share the part
Of how I truly feel inside
The love, the sadness
The joy, the solitude
The suffering , but then the gratitude
Everything life has taught me
How I wish that I could sing.
How I wish that I could sing

© Cheryl-Lynn Daily Reflections August 6, 2018

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

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