back to work (free verse)

Painting by Mae Giroux, Oakville, On. (my dear aunt)

 
she must get to sleep! 
in less than an hour 
bloody birds will peep 
chirping away with joy 
waiting for a new dawn 
but, 
for an insomniac 
their fervor makes  her yawn 
sometimes make her go mad! 
 
still 
she must sleep 
in four hours the alarm will buzz 
grating at her every pore 
beep beep beep beep beep 
annoying bleeping clock! 
 
today she returns to work 
a five day break she took 
away from tears 
away from pain 
away from fears 
abusive grownups 
hurting them in vain 
controlling 
and narcissistic 
crushing their spirits 
killing all their hopes 
sometimes they want to die 
it seems 
their only way  
out of such misery... 
 
unless 
 
they, I, together 
we choose  
another plan 
they’ll live on one condition 
those grownup bleepers  
will be reported 
 
the cops will come 
and bring their troops 
youth workers and the like 
 
 
and yet, 
 
more time will run its course 
over days and weeks and months 
until this youth is safe 
from physical, 
sexual 
and emotional wrath 
 
but n’er from her bad dreams 
and not from all her wounds 
no, indeed that takes 
an entire lifetime 
she’ll start the healing process 
a little bit here and there 
a break for a while 
trying to ignore the pain 
reprieve from all those memories 
 
and on and on it goes 
the victim pays a lifetime 
assailant n’er long enough 
 
who said life’s even fair? 
the wounded try to mend 
their broken and bruised souls 
abusers lick their wounds 
playing victim of their sins 
who said life’s even fair?

...one last yawn,
reciting her 3 Hail Mary's
an Act of Contrition
and prays for a better day.
(c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/01/06

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

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

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

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

Continue reading “cloud of dreams(haibun) daily moments March 5th 2018”

Nature’s Bulletin (haiku) Daily moments – March 3/18

(c) Clr’18

Where are you?
I’ve searched high and low
Sat waiting patiently
And still…no show

My mind is still cluttered
Perhaps that is why
Can’t wait for fingers
On the keyboard to fly

Where are you?
I’ll sit by my laptop
And wait for a sign
Come visit, my muse

Nature’s Bulletin (haiku)

Whispering wind
giddy sparrows sing
spring is near

©Tournesol ‘18/03/04

Daily moments March 3/18

Dreams, dreams, dreams (troiku & free verse)

dreams
always come true
in your world

dreams
artist’s serotonin
comforting duvet

always come true
if
you believe

in your world
remember
always a winner

© Tournesol’18/02/17

Dream, dream, dream…

Do you remember your first dream?
an R.E.M. or fantasy?
imagination or expectation
playing over repeatedly

I still remember vividly
blonde hair blowing freely
from that vintage Cadillac
Marilyn might just want it back
felt like that Material Girl
oblivious of this mad, cruel world

dreams are your limousine ride
make you stronger than you think
help you get to the other side
meeting up with positive links
keeping you safe and above risks
keeping you from slitting your wrists

Do you remember your first dream?
an R.E.M. or fantasy?
imagination or expectation
playing over repeatedly

Dreaming’s like one big escape
exploring pleasures of all kinds
your very special videotape
secret garden for creative minds

role-playing that daily game
feigning life smells like a rose
hiding self for fear and shame
making sure that no one knows
behind those walls have stench of fear
eggshells scattered far and near

Do you remember your first dream?
an R.E.M. or fantasy?
imagination or expectation
playing over repeatedly?

Dreaming’s like one big escape
exploring pleasures of all kinds
your very special videotape
secret garden for creative minds

dreams are boats and luxury cars
flying carpets and shooting stars
always keep them close at bay
in case you’re faced with darker days.
dreams can help to keep you sane
when life becomes just too insane

Dreamin’s like one big escape
exploring pleasures of all kinds
your very special videotape
secret garden for creative minds

keep on dreaming,
in your sleep
keep on dreaming
in your wake
keep on scheming
stay alive,
keep on dreaming
for goodness sake

©Tournesol’18/02/17

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seeking the words (free verse – tanka)

©Clr’18

 

seeking the words (free verse – tanka)

wordless
lifeless
time goes by
do I ignore her?
or she eludes me?

like running on empty
body goes through the motion
thoughts no longer genuine
scripted, politically correct
boring as hell
but life goes on
no one is touched
no one is moved
my soul hangs in limbo

 

wordless
lifeless
time goes by
do I ignore her?
or she eludes me?

glare of a fifteen inch screen
stares at me –motionless … dumb
thoughts have yet to be seen
dulled sentiments simply numb
sinking deeper in a well of bile
a new meaning’s been given
to that famous green mile
no longer defining a planned death
this madness within will soon escape
released with each mindful breath

wordless
lifeless
time goes by
do I ignore her?
or she eludes me?

but then…

icicles shimmer
pure beauty radiates
searching for the words
sunshine melts indifference
my muse has just returned

©Tournesol’18/01/28

 

Daily Moments January 28 2018 – searching the words

Mindful living (free verse – senryu)

Living in the past
Drudging old wounds
Healed a long time ago
Trying to make pain last

Living in the past
Choices some will make
Bitter and resentful
Controls their every move
Living in the past
Makes them prisoners
Of their own decisions
Trying to make pain last

Living in their past
Avenging all their lives
Masked and sugar coated
Happy with glee
Seeing others suffer
Pretending that they care
We all know where they fare
Always living in the past
Avenging their healed scars
Masking their resentment
In passive-aggressive moves
prisoner of their bitterness
Ignoring their mental health

Living in the past
Drudging old wounds
Healed a long time ago
Trying to make pain last

Hurtful memories
All forgotten starting fresh
Living mindfully

(c) Tournesol’17-01-03

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