Easter Chrysanthemums (troibun)

(c) Clr Easter 2019

The family gathers together celebrating Easter with a traditional French-Canadian meal. Children are nearing middle age and grands are teens, too cool to laugh at Nana’s silly jokes…the stages of life surround the dining table. Erickson would have a thing or two to say about this. A daughter who never forgets her mom’s favourite flowers, tying the feast with a ribbon of love.

Blossoms reminisce
Travelling through time
Mums the word

Blossoms reminisce
Recalling
Her first step

Travelling through time
Entertaining her with love
Brother and sister

Mums the word
Stretching their necks
Beaming with pride

© Tournesol ‘19-04-23

Daily Moments  April 23 2019

different journeys (SoCS)

” Gracie, what ever happened to our friend in high school, Sally whatshername?” 

__Hmm, Salleeee, Oh, yes, Sally Witherall.  I’m not sure, Georgie.  I think she went to California somewhere. Oh my, she was a fiesty one!

“Oh my, yes!  She was always in trouble with the sisters, sneaking out at night to Boy’s Town.  What a scandal she had stirred at on prom night!” 

__Oh my, lord!!! Yes! I remember how Sister Dufferin nearly had a heart attack when she saw her prom dress!  There was not much left to the imagination I dare say!”  

“I read in the paper the other day that her brother passed and Sylvia said she was at the funeral.  She did not recognize her one bit!  In fact, the only thing resembling her now was her voice.” 

__Oh my, has she aged that much? I mean even at 67 people can still recognize you and me, Sis.  Did she have an accident or what? 

Georgie lowers her voice almost to a whisper so the world would not hear her in their living room, “Well, apparently she has had many Joan Rivers.” 

__What’s that, Georgie!  What d’you mean?… 

Georgie stares bug eye at her sister and there’s a long pause… 

__Oooooooh!! Really?! I guess she must have been in Hollywood, California then. So, no one could recognize her, you say? 

“Apparently, her body was still trim after all those years but rumours say she had lipsuction several times.  No wonder! Imagine going through menopause without gaining an ounce…really! “ 

__But what does that have to do with her not being recognized, Georgie!  You can’t suck fat out of your face…” she stops to think about that a moment, “…or can you?  What is it with these people in California putting so much bother on the face and body.  And where does it really get you?” 

“Well it did get her four husbands and lord only knows how many lovers.  And after each divorce, apparently she acquired a sizeable fortune too!” 

__Well, what has that got her except for foolish life choices and destroying her body.  Now, tell me, what about her face? I am curious as to why no one knew her when she came to her brother’s funeral.” 

“Well, apparently…” Georgie whispers now as if the walls could hear, “…Sylvia says she had lots of procedures done to her body and she had botox treatments to her face for years.  The last procedure was a lip Aug-Men-Ta-Tion and tucks here and there around her eyes and cheeks.   She had run out of money, Sylvia says, and she had it done in another country and the results were not very good.” 

__Really?  That is so sad!  What a waste of money as well as time, pain and suffering.  Imagine all the wonderful trips you could have with that kind of money, eh, Georgie?” 

“Looks like she travelled one too many times to EgoCentreVille.” 

They both start chuckling and then quickly cover their mouths, as if Sister Dufferin was spying on them. 

Life is a journey 
Cruising on different tracks 
Riding on soul trains
 
© Tournesol 19-04-13 


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19

mid-day lullaby (haibun)

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midday lullaby – berceuse de midi (c) Clr’19-04-09

Rocking in her chair, her head starts to lean forward, growing heavy to the sounds of the snow plough becomes a mid-day lullaby.


 
short afternoon nap 
purr of the snow plow 
midday lullaby 
~~~
petite sieste 
ronronnement des chasse-neige 
berceuse de midi 
 
~~ 
(troiku)
 
Dancing fleetingly 
in the corner of her eye 
Could that be fairies? 
 
Dancing fleetingly 
Visions of a debutante  
Movements in her dreams 
 
In the corner of her eye 
Chubby hands sneaking cookies 
Mother always knows 
 
Could that be fairies? 
Pulling up that warm duvet 
on heavy eyelids 
 
 
~~ 
 
Dreams are gifts 
refuge from reality 
The Great Spirit gives 
 ~~~
imagination 
Drugs could never compete 
Everlasting dreams 
 
© Tournesol ‘19/04/09 
 

The guest that never leaves Haibun Daily Moments April 6 2019

That relentless guest that entered decades ago,  knows not when to leave or when it is time to sleep. Lately it has risen with such vigour as it gnaws its way in private rooms where it does not belong. Kneading ever slowly, it spreads its venom throughout its host.  No drug can lessen the power of its fists as it insists on making its presence known. 
 
jabbing in her sleep
kneading ‘til she gasps in pain
wakefulness befriends
 
ice packs try to soothe
inflamed neck and shoulders 
healing’s no recourse
 
ice to heat to ice
embracing fleeting moments
chasing small comforts
 
 
© Tournesol ‘19-04-06 

Winter lingers (daily moments) haibun – April 3/19

(C) Clr’19

It was so windy today, she almost lost her balance a few times and her walking stick lifted off the ground as well. She still managed to walk 8 km but it felt like 16!

March winds in April
Black snow an urban virus
Longing southern breeze

© Tournesol ’19-04-03

Daily Moments – winter lingers (haibun)

flowers for Mommy (haibun)

©Clr”17

Six weeks of battling a winter cold or is it a spring cold?  Sipping her ginger tea with dollops of honey she savours the sweet taste.  An image of a bee comes to mind and she can’t wait for the first dandelions so bees can come back and do their magic.   

Chubby stained hands 
Gathering dandelions
A mother’s bouquet
© Touronesol ‘19-04-02 

Daily Moments – April 2 2019  flowers for mommy 

like an old duvet (haibun) Daily Moments April 1 2019

 

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It seems that yesterday, she was back with her long underwear, winter coat and tuque. Today she looks out her patio window at that pale blue sky. She walks over to her feline friends who are basking in the sun. Stroking their warm fur is soothing both to human and felines.

All in all, it’s a gorgeous spring day today. The snow melted from yesterday. The sidewalks are clear and there’s no need to strap on those cleats today. Yes, it is a glorious sunny day. As long as she can wear her tap dance shoes for Mother’s Day, she’ll settle for cold but sunny.

Blissfully they purr
Just like Nanny’s old duvet
Sunrays on their backs

© Tournesol 19-04-01

Daily Moments – April 1 2019

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