Miracles are best when one is waiting,
When there is nothing else that one can do,
When harsh despair must look on love deflating,
When something unprepared for passes through.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where the theme is “waiting”. Sarahsouthwest is hosting.
While algae's greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.
They've never liked each other much
Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch.
I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss,
But I'd doubt all reports of this.
There’s rumors, too, they even love--
What can these fools be thinking of?
Our dance may tease some fears away
And help some find kind words to say.
It's safer meeting through disguise
When gazing in each other's eyes.
They won’t forget what each has done,
But from the present, who can run?
We'll have that dance, no matter what.
True, worried folks must worry, but
Tonight we'll take a chance on change.
Let something, somewhere rearrange,
Then, whether they like it or not,
They'll get the love they've always got.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting with the theme of descriptive detail. I hope the description of the swamp and the dance fits.
Bright orange with red against dark black
Keeps my heart from mad attack,
Reminds good habits to stay bold,
And calms me when stray demons scold.
The featured image is a photograph of Beverly Dyer’s art work, “Zen Tree V”. This post is linked to dVerse Poetics where Mish is hosting featuring the art of Beverly Dyer.
