Yesterday’s enlightenment
Becomes today’s delusion.
Smoky mirrors give a show
Then charge for their confusion.
I trust. What else is there to do?
Perhaps the smoke will clear
And should that need a miracle
I’ll wait for it right here.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “smoke and mirrors”.
Colors make the dark one’s deep and lets the purples run.
Yellows, oranges, greens and such prefer to get some sun.
Monochromes stay back at home with only black and white.
Sometimes grays come out to play, then all becomes delight.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme this week being “monochrome”.
Voices telling me what’s true,
What they think that I should do
Are like illusions passing by,
Cloud reflections dropped from sky.
Water waves are mostly smooth
And sunshine sets about to soothe
Even they when wrong feel right,
Secrets sealed in full moonlight.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “just an illusion”.
Ever mindful but of what and why?
Forever comes tomorrow. Hear the song?
I don't know all the lyrics but I'll try
To let it lead me home and sing along
And trust when I am weak that it stays strong.
There’s always something more that I could do.
There’s always some small dream to tarry through.
There’s always some old treasure I might find
In hidden memories. Were they all true
That mercy sang with kindness to my mind?
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme of mindfulness. Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
There’s reasoning that wants to go nowhere.
It circles back to check if I am weak
To tempt me with its nonsense, if I dare,
And if I don’t suggest that I’m too meek
Or impotent to take what it would seek.
I walk and hope each step leads to the goal.
I like those geese, obedient and whole.
I like the trees who don’t have much to say.
I like contentedness without control
Unlike this devil circling me astray.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting and we are continuing with the poetic form, the dizain. This is a poem with 10 lines, 10 syllables per line and a rhyme pattern: ABABBCCDCD. Come join us!
A freckly face does not disgrace
The simple beauty of her eyes,
Two stars who watch the midnight skies,
Two candles blinking warm replies,
Two windows opening a door
No one noticed there before.
Observe. Let beauty emphasize
How tiny freckles frame her eyes.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Mish with the theme word “freckles”.
