Not the branch nor the tree
Dancing leaves majestically
Do their small but useful part
To green the ground with mystery.
The wind may kiss us on the fly.
We catch caresses from the sky.
Sublimely structural - stay low
To aim our treasures high.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “sublimely structural”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “kiss”.
We haven’t seen the real world until we’ve seen it as beautiful.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. (By accident I scheduled two for today.)
We had few toys. The mud pies that we made
We’d sell for mud-pie cash or try to trade
For treasures that would fortify wild dreams
That didn’t need much more than that we played.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “toys”. The The photo below is a hiking trail through a golf course which may be a kind of toy. I don’t golf, but I do walk this trail. The featured photo are the eyes of a beautiful troll we bought many years ago made by 5 Arts Studio in Cosby, TN.
I am also linking to dVerse Poetry Forms where I am hosting during February on the ruba’i quatrain form.
Warm it was, your mother’s hand.
She waited at the school bus stand.
You won’t believe how young she was
When dreams caressed your cheek unplanned.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms. I am hosting at dVerse with the ruba’i or rubaiyat form.
Righteousness: rationalize now, regret later.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Some signs predicted mountains soon would crash
And we would, too, like stones dropped in the deep
Where doubt takes over truth in dreamy sleep
And counting doesn’t compensate lost cash.
Those signs suggested treasured stores held trash
Since death consumes what excess we might keep.
But who needs more? The miser, too, will weep
When life moves on for both the wise and rash.
By what we take for granted we are led
And what we give makes rich the giving hand.
The blessings she proclaimed link me to you.
I don’t remember much of what she said.
Her words I doubt I'd ever understand.
Her voice though sounded kind. May it come true.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting the the theme of harbinger.
Beneath soft covers steeped in dreams
Sleep reveals golden schemes
Left from sharper, warmer day
When calmer night with moonlight beams.
Oceans deepen. High waves spray.
Bounce the ball as children play.
Nothing need be as it seems.
No one turns their own away.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “sharpest image”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting with the word “steep”.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms – the Rubaiyat. I like short tetrameter lines and how the AABA rhyme scheme allows the quatrains to be interconnected based on sound.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
It took its chilly time to shed its light
And turn blood-red in darker, deeper night.
I finally realized its end had come,
But trusted once again it would shine bright.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme word “shed”. The photo above is the Moon in dark shadow through my phone when I went to bed. It looked more amazing in real life.
I’d rather flow in given grace
Than try to race or go away.
If things get blurry, I don’t care.
Come, take me where you will today.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “in a blur”. By focusing on the foreground that I normally don’t pay attention to, I blurred the background that I do,
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 