Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

Bookcases

 
The bookcases of one-by-six planed pine
All screwed to dark but open basement beams
Are how I feel the language of my dreams
Twist hidden deep within each antique line.

I rarely read these books and none are fine
And no one wants them anymore it seems.
Like waters from some minds' now frozen streams
They'd flow for someone’s eyes, perhaps for mine.

Sometimes when lost I find a letter there
Recalling handwriting from someone dear
Suggesting paths forsaken in the past.
The words she wrote were reasoned well with care.
The details I forgot are once more clear.
The present waits then leads me home at last.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of writing about something in your home that speaks to you and to last weeks’ Meeting the Bar with the sonnet theme.

Three Crows Come to Visit

January, Upside Down

This January I hoped to see a tiny crescent Moon in the morning just before sunrise. I think such a Moon is upside down, but maybe it is right-side up as well. Regardless, the mornings this January when the opportunity arose were cloudy. The expected sliver of Moon did not appear.

While waiting to see if the clouds would clear I recalled an old couple. Toward the end of their lives they behaved like teenagers in love. They held each other close even in public. They smiled warmly at each other. They seemed upside down to some of us although we all wished we would have their right-side up love when we were their ages.

For many of us clouds get in the way modestly blocking reality. I’ve learned this January that all that is perhaps the way it is supposed to be. Clouds in morning sunlight also put on beautiful shows. Besides, it is easy to forgive all that cloudiness when I realize they also wanted a happy ending.

 
THERE'S VENUS, CLOUDS, AND
JUPITER. IT’S WINTER, BUT
OCEAN WAVES ARE WARM.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “upside-down” and to dVerse Haibun Monday where Kim is hosting with the theme of January. And to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Right-side Up or Upside Down, It's Morning
Right side Up or Upside Down, It’s Morning

Sonnet

 
 
Contented pelicans stand on the shore.
Clouds look solid then they move away.
Water’s back and forth. It will not stay.
With all of this do I need something more?
What is it that I’m always looking for?
There’s the Sun and here’s a newborn day.
There’s a moment somewhere bright or gray
When every breath blows past a bolted door.

I’ll sing these songs of praise and some again
Repeating them like waves whose joy may reach
And soak the toes of walkers on the sand.
Then when my time is done and I head in
And when fresh water smooths this sandy beach
May love songs still enchant this fairy land.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the sonnet form. This sonnet has a rhyme scheme abbaabba cdecde. It is associated with sonnets written by Petrarch.

Clouds
Clouds

Past Regrets and Future Song


My resolution for those tears now past
Are that the present day may rise and bring
Forgiveness. May regrets not yearn to last,
But let the fearful future learn to sing.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Merril is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. And to Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January.

Linda G. Hill's 2019 Jot It January

One-Liner Wednesday – Winter

Grayish blues and dark of night are how the Earth treats winter right while angel wings made in fresh snow warm winter’s toes to bring delight.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

#1linerWeds badge by Cheryl, at dreamingreality646941880.wordpress.com/
#1linerWeds badge by Cheryl, at dreamingreality646941880.wordpress.com/

Two Haiku by Pat Kopanda

Frank Hubeny's avatarPrairie Writers Guild - NW Indiana

through the blinds
shadows of leaves drift past
one eye open

still sleeping 
on my side of the bed
another Thanksgiving

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting and this will be the last Open Link Night until January.

The haiku are by Pat Kopanda. The photography collage, “Morning Silhouettes”, is by Frank Hubeny.

Morning Silhouettes

Members of Prairie Writers Guild are encouraged to submit stories, memoirs, poems and photography for publication here. Send submissions to hubenyfrank@gmail.com.

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