The everyday is everywhere in sight
And I am wearied looking at its face.
It doesn’t seem to shine with truer light.
Its presence makes me think of wasted space.
But I’m the one who’s stumbling without grace.
Your smile is all I need to let me see
The mundane blessed afresh with mystery.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting Meeting the Bar today. We are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary with septets, seven-line poems. There are no constraints on the poems for this prompt except that they have seven lines or contain seven line stanzas.
Photos: “Mundane Green with Setting Sun”, above, and “Mundane Car with Rainbow Light”, below.
Constraints from sinning turn their screws in me.
I sleep to see fresh dreams of a new birth
Where everything I do was meant to be
And not to amplify my own self-worth.
If ever there’s a heaven for this earth,
And even if I’m not permitted in,
May praise be given for forgiven sin.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya presents the theme of the seven deadly sins (and corresponding virtues). It is also a septet, a seven line poem, which I will be featuring again on Thursday for Meeting the Bar. All of these sevens are here because this week we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary.
Because of the theme of forgiveness at the end I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. Her blog reminds me of the power of forgiveness. Without her influence that last line may well have been different.
Photos: “Heavenly Green Touched by Red”, above, and “Two Ants Many Flowers”, below.
The itch grinned just a scratch away
Like monsters edging up my skin
Who wanted in perhaps to play
Perhaps to lead my mind astray
And if I let the itch proceed
What would it need to turn today
Into a dVerse birthday wish?
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Grace is hosting and we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary. The quadrille word is “itch”. The poem is also a septet, a seven-line poem on any topic, which I will be featuring on Thursday to keep the party going.
Photos: “Colorado Springs Garden of the Gods”, above, and “On the Road to Cripple Creek”, below. They are an itch to travel back there someday.
The Fredericks bought Adkins Estate with farmhouse, barn and sheds. The farm maintained itself from land rentals to local farmers. There was also a notorious fence separating it from ancient Indian burial grounds.
That’s why they bought it. They planned to rent rooms to people wanting to spend the night in a haunted house.
They repaired the buildings but broke the fence to make it look spookier. They called their website “Visit Fredericks’ Freaky Ghost House”.
Many rented rooms and left five-star reviews until it became known that after changes to the fence, the ghosts no longer felt welcome.
Linked to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge with the prompt “broken fence”. Stories are required to be exactly 99 words excluding title. I searched, but I could not find Frederick’s Ghost House. Just in case there is such a place, this is a work of fiction.
Photos: “Deep Green Looking Up”, above, and “Where There’s Sun There’s a Shadow”, below. These don’t look spooky to me, but perhaps I am not looking close enough.