Daily Moments January 14, 2019 dancing diamonds

Walking to work she treads carefully on the slippery path to work.  Certain areas are covered with a thin layer of white crust that catches her eye  and warms her heart.
 
 
Diamonds  
Scores on a backdrop 
dancing underfoot 
 
Diamonds 
Beauty frozen in time 
Giggling on snow 
 
Scores on a backdrop 
Floating in the cosmos 
Granting wishes 
 
Dancing underfoot 
Despite the freezing cold 
Blinding baby blues 
 
© Tournesol ‘19-01-14 
 
Daily Moments January 14, 2019  dancing diamonds   
 
 
 
 
 

sighs of powerlessness ~ Troibun

After snoozing the alarm four times, she rolls over and greets her bff, petting her thick soft fur and whispering “I love you’s”. She then finally rises to the challenge of another new work week. Shuffling to her other bff, she opens the door to the guest room and hears the joyful purrs and meows this unique creature has. Her name is Kali. She runs up to her big, fluffy sister, Bette and is greeted with a hiss. No problem, little Kali seems to be thinking and she runs to her mistress for a pet and then lies on her tummy stretching her front paws about a metre distant from Big Sis and waits for some sign that maybe today will be the day they will play…such a patient little thing!

It is amusing to watch these two felines as she runs a hot bath to oil her old joints and then she moves on to the morning REAL priority: starting the coffee and feeding the cats.

Another week is starting and she tries very hard not think about it. Although she loves the support she offers, she is finding less comfort in the environment which no longer seems to shed enough light. She can literally hear the grumbling from within her peers’ body language and darkness hovering over their heads…

 

relentless 
deafening screams within
daunting reminders
 
relentless
dark clouds casting shadows
foreboding
 
deafening screams within
hearing their disturbing tales
smothered in despair
 
daunting reminders
exhaling melancholy
sighs of helplessness
 
© Tournesol ‘19/01/13
 
bff means best feline friend.

passions decay (haiku – troiku)

(c) Clr Avaric Desert
chocolate cheese cake 
monarch butterfly 
senses’ delights 
 
scents 
newborn baby’s skin 
lavender fields 
 
baby’s first step 
receiving that first degree 
very first pay-cheque 
 
sandy beach 
mind lulling waves 
quenching mojitos 
 
innocent flirting 
high school puppy love 
that very first kiss 
 
finding your passion 
purpose in life 
spirit swells 
 
advocate 
nurturer and supporter 
heart-filled endeavours 
 
time after time 
demands overflow
tsunami destroys 
 
slowly  
spirits 
drown 
 
     passions die 
        remnants left to decay 
           Avarice desert 
 
passions die 
spirits crushed 
brittle and futile 
 
         remnants left to decay 
     corporate poisonous concepts 
            disease of our times 
 
avarice desert 
confused yet generated 
tower of Babel 

(c) Tournesol '19-01-11


 
 

Malignant wings

Tread lightly on my broken wings,
Now pitiful but once were proud (c) Cubby at Reowr


my spirit once was very bright
commanding and illuminate

my wings were just an afterthought
my life-force from the spirit world

floating like a lunar spaceship
meditating on nameless planets

wings were just an ornament
flying force comes from within

heavenly gods fed my passion
nothing ever weighed me down

until the winds from planet earth
spread human greed and malice

my spirit died and crushed my wings
where once were oh so very proud

(c) Cheryl-Lynn ’19/01.06

Written for Cubby’s challenge at Reowr: Broken Wings

day’s end (Reowr challenge: Murmur)

The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand © Cubby at Reowr


giggling with sheer delight
dancing with a gentle breeze

hear the horns and bells echo
fishing boats docking with ease

seagulls standing still… stoic
on the soggy darkened beach

rapt in wonder… oh, setting star!
orange, pinks and reds afar

blending into amethyst
gentle splash of rolling waves

hoot of an owl, telling time
islanders all heading home

© Cheryl-Lynn ‘19/01/06

© Cheryl-Lynn ‘19/01/06

Written to complete the first two lines of a poem by Cubby at Reowr.com

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

catch-up not ketchup (troibun)

2018 started with residues of 2017 months to heal the soul by the ocean in California and the soul slowly mended. Yet, the body takes so much longer to heal.  This was a year of change, negotiating her first collective agreement…something she never thought she would ever take part in but thinking of her peers, she wanted to give as much as she could to these angels who make a difference in the lives of  youths and heroes of the night. 

Positive change is on the rise comingled with a tsunami of service demands.  Let’s try to focus on the positive changes and see how they can manage the flood of demands a wee bit better.

The summer was blessed with a trip to Mexico celebrating the promise of forever love between her son and his new bride. A beach wedding and dining by the ocean at sunset.  How can one not embrace life and love!?

Here we are the last day of 2018 and she still feels like she is playing catch-up.  2018, a year of shedding tears, not enough to fill an ocean but certainly enough to fill a lake, a river or pond. She wonders how fresh water fish could thrive in salt water. 

Today, she listens to their pain for the last time this year. She feels her joints screaming blue murder.  Is it possible to have sympathy pains in your body for the emotional suffering of others?  The more the hours move forward, she feels her body get heavier and heavier (no wait, that might be the chocolates and mid-afternoon pastries!).   Ah, yes, comfort food…soothing taste buds feeling like that nice cookie and milk mama gave after she had fallen and she had kissed her boo boo.

embracing moments
wedding vows by the ocean
barefoot on the beach

embracing moments
rolling with the waves
salt water floater

wedding vows by the ocean
even spirits are moved
Mom’s picture fell

barefoot on the beach
playful and delightful
celebrating love

©Tournesol ‘18/12/31

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

waiting for countdown (troiku – senryu)

knitting
weaving thoughts 
melancholy wool

knitting
dropping that last stitch
New Year’s Eve

weaving thoughts 
balancing hands and loom
in tandem

melancholy wool
patching wounds
forgiveness heals

© Tournesol ‘18/12/31

tic toc tic toc
waiting
countdown to midnight

(c) Tournesol’18-12-31

Baby it’s cold outside

This is the time of year she hears pros and cons (mostly cons) of Baby It’s Cold Outside, so she decided to watch the video once more. The message she remembers getting from this since she was a young child was “DON’T TRUST MEN!” She learned that if you go home for a nightcap at a man’s home or hotel room or whatever room he borrowed for a night was, do NOT trust him. You must keep your drink of soda in your hand ALWAYS even if you have to go to the washroom…like her mom always said, “Keep your drink within your sights at ALL time because your drink could be spiked with drugs.”

Isn’t that intersesting that in the 1960’s her mom was warning her about getting raped but we did not say that word in those days. When an older man, creepy drunk uncle, granddad or dad was too touchy feely, you were told to just squirm away politely. Yep, none of this was discussed openly. Why not? Why did we not just call things as they were? A lot of girls and young women may have skirted sexual assault, incest and RAPE. You know that 4-letter word that describes NO CONSENT!

Yeah, this really irks her thinking back how things were swept under the rug.

She remembers in the late 90’, newly single in her 40’s. She did not know much about dating. What does one know about dating when one is engaged at 16? She remembers going to a dance club with her girlfriends and at 02:45 (15 mins before closing time) the vultures checking their prey from the mezzanine would come down to pick a gift to take home…or hope to take home. A freebie, no doubt since they were too cheap to even buy a lady a drink. The music got louder the last hour before closing and the beat sounded like jungle music. Really!! And that is when she started smoking again so she could sit at the bar and give an excuse she had to finish her cigarette to NOT accept to dance with any of the losers fellas there. She liked dancing with her girl friends but when men tried to join them, she felt it an intrusion of their free spirited fun. It was sad to see how some people (men and women) hoped to meet the person of their dreams at a meat market dance club.

What is that about? Looking to score with a drunk woman was their goal. How pathetic is that? The remorse the next morning and that was not guilty feelings from the hunter but the prey turned victim turned guilt ridden blaming herself that she should not have dressed like that, should not have drunk so much, should not have gone out to that dance club…period!

And so she watches the video a third time in one sitting and tears run down her cheek as a memory of something- something flashes by her eyes…a memory she had buried so far away, she never had time to process. And now the song Baby It’s Cold Outside plays for a third time and she mourns her innocence of long ago, she grieves her loss of makebelieve where peole do not take advantage of other people. She mourns the thought that doctors, priests, dentists, ministers, teachers and other professionals are to be trusted, that fathers all over the world only love and respect their daughters, that dirty old men are only those dressed in dirty ragged clothes.

Now that song takes on a whole new meaning. The song makes her sad, then angry and she is disgruntled on her way to work and impatient with people sitting too close to her on the bus and she mourns her innocence because innocence used to be oh, so bliss.

big eyes
gazing admiringly
when she was six

big eyes
laughing with GrandPapa
watching her hero

gazing admiringly
resilience and honour
GrandMaman

when she was six
heros began to fall
GrandPapa died

© Tournesol ‘ 18 /12/21

Image result for big eyes by margaret keane
(c) Margaret Keane

I love this artist that I discovered in the movie made for her and walking along the rainy streets of San Francisco two years agoshe found her gallery. It was like a child walking into a candy store.