Imagine how you'd see in darkness With little for the eyes to do Then feel the texture of spring colors Daily gifts of red and blue.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “the textures of your life”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. My smile this week comes from memories of spring colors at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Seasons bring their offerings, Presents with a bow. Open daily one by one. Awaken like a morning sun. Some light will help one know.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting.
Secrets lie where I won't go So I cannot see. They're well-hidden even though They’d be shown to me.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Merril is hosting with the prompt “secrets”.
They all were aiming the same way Though wild they’re organized. They chattered some. What did they say? I’d likely be surprised. Underneath I watched the sky. Two droppings were well placed. Some of them thought they should fly. One dropping missed my face.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Look Up”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile was my own foolishness to stand for an unnecessarily long period of time underneath those birds. It gave some of them enough time for target practice.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “wild”.
It’s good that all those deeds I’ll never do Won’t block me as I struggle to obey. It’s good as well, though harder to accept, That what I do get done’s forgiven, too. That leaves the doing. May that ever stay Removing clouds that darken sunny day.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon, with the topic of soliloquies. Think of them as talking to oneself while permitting the audience to overhear. I wrote this example of a soliloquy in iambic pentameter although any style would be acceptable for the prompt.
I awoke in a cold room, hunched on the floor beside a black and empty grate, the clock striking three, and the siren howling overhead.
C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
Waking from a winter’s dream Who was speaking to me then? Angels, bright, while demons slip Me thoughts on which they hope I’ll trip, Have guarded me again.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme of quoting the last line of a book of our choice and writing a poem on it.
With roaring emotions fresh troubles may start. Soaring of insight warms a cold heart. Decide how this moment’s most fittingly spent. The iron of anger with kindness is bent. Doors opened outward bring shivers and cold, But sunlight, bright sunlight, though cloudy stays bold.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the prompt is “Outer Cold, Inner Warmth: The Comforts in Your Life”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile this past week with gratitude was the acceptance by Kids at Heart Publishing of three of my poems for their future anthology.
Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts with the word “roar”.
