The prison key of precious jade
Locked doors of duty finely made.
Love arrived, revised the spell.
The doors survived. The walls though fell.
My circus has the highest tent,
The wildest acts of all.
The tent’s the sky.
The birds up high,
They show the way to loop and fly.
They never fear to fall.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting and the theme is circus.
Photos: “I’d Get Dizzy Doing That”, above, and “The Birds Wouldn’t Sit Still So I Took a Picture of This Bee”, below.
After all the pleasures here,
Before new wonders I might fear
Can I feel the present bliss
Donning on the now like this?
Even when fresh hope feels gone
Find there’s hope that lingers on.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Lillian is hosting with alphabet sestets.
Photos: “Water Plants”, above, and “Vine”, below.
Were I this bug I’d be wondering when that guy with the phone camera will find something better to do.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
I wonder what this fall will bring
When wind caresses me.
Waves come when the oceans sing
Yearning to be free.
Winter comes to freeze my dreams.
There’s nothing I need do.
The hardest lesson left to learn
Is letting love’s warmth through.
My heart felt peaceful but constrained.
The wind blew over me.
The waves hit hard. The land complained.
I wanted to be free.
Eventually through darkened night
The waves revised their song.
I assumed it’s now all right
Though some say it’s still wrong.
Right here, right now, this steady place
Is where I get to see your face.
There’s nowhere I would rather be.
Where else would I feel more like me?
What fancy blooms our Spring put on!
Quick! Late Summer’s grace will soon be gone.
Photos: “September Scene”, above, “Through Waves of Water”, below.