Author: Frank Hubeny

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

Circles of Change

Memory is a circle of love that’s not always pleasant. It allows us to experience the present so we can take action moving toward the open future. It offers a passionate place to stand. The present unties the circle giving us the opportunity to spiral that remembered past into a new direction while memory weaves it all back into another circle.

That probably makes no sense.

The painful changes I have experienced through my life have been to watch parents, and others, get sick, emotionally and physically, understanding and misunderstanding these things as caused by environmental, agricultural, medical or dietary mistakes I once thought of as progress. It’s not that it was all wrong. It just needed some kind of correction that didn’t make sense to me earlier. As we let the circle untie and spiral forward there is no reason not to trust that we will do our best to add what we can to make it, in spite of everything, more beautiful.

That probably also makes no sense, but it does to me, until it doesn’t, but that’s when I can look forward to the heartbeat opening the future once again.

HAPPY PUMPKIN ORANGE
AUTUMN CHANGES MAPLE RED
SPIRALS ROUND AND ROUND

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme circles.  I am also linking to dVerse Haibun Monday where Merril D. Smith is hosting with the theme changes or transitions.

Photos: “Pumpkin Circles”, above, and “Pumpkin Spheres”, below.

Pumpkin Spheres

Indiana Autumn

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Corn by Frank Hubeny

Corn is drying in the field.
Autumn takes our breath away.
Summer’s growth has come to yield
Corn that’s drying in the field.
Hearts stay ready. May they shield
Hope when winter comes to play.
Corn was drying in the field.
Autumn took our breath away.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Jilly offers the theme of repetition. This poem is a triolet where there are repeating lines. Photos and poem by Frank Hubeny, a member of Prairie Writers Guild.

Squirrel by Frank Hubeny

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What I Miss Along the Way

I usually walk somewhere nearby every day, often to the library just to have a destination. There are parks nearby and a botanic garden. What do I see? Sidewalks, trees, ponds, residential buildings, stores, town offices, game fields, skies, grass, clouds, birds of all sizes and there are even people, many of whom are familiar. I should not take this gift for granted.

I miss most of what there’s to see,
most everything there is that’s real,
most every thought that comes my way.
Forgive me for that every day.

Should my walks lead me past you
while daily wandering as I do,
forgive me most of all for that.
You smile. I know. I’m smiling back.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of the journeys we routinely take. Mine would be simple walks. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays since I need to learn to forgive myself for missing almost all of it.

Photos: “Evening Panorama”, above, and “Sun in Autumn”, below. I didn’t miss these.

Sun in Autumn

Silhouette

Early morning freshens air.
Trees appear from dark of night.
As I rise the chilly skies
Help me smile with welcomed light.

Evening consummates all this,
Adds some darkness to the day.
Silhouettes are what I get
As I smile to find my way.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of “shadows, shapes and silhouettes”. It is also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “early”.

Photos: “Morning Silhouettes”, above, and “Evening Silhouettes”, below.

Evening Silhouette

River Snow by Liu Zongyuan

千山鳥飛絕，
萬徑人蹤滅。
孤舟簑笠翁，
獨釣寒江雪。

No flights of birds past mountains,
No footprints will paths show.
An old man only from his boat
Is fishing through the snow.

Linked to dVerse Pub Talk. Bjorn is hosting and the theme is translation. The above is my translation of Liu Zongyuan’s Tang dynasty poem, “River Snow”. It is number 244 in the 300 Tang Poems anthology.

Photos: “Through a Window with Rain Drops”, above, and “River White with Blooms”, below.

River White with Blooms

Inside

Inside is where it all gets real.
Despair destroys the dance:
Feet won’t move. Then comes that song
That lets forgiveness sing along
To give us one more chance.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “inside” and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Inside the Chicago Botanic Garden”, above, and “In Up Close with Sun Rays”, below.

In Up Close with Sun Rays

Harvest

Here is my post at Prairie Writers Guild.

Frank Hubeny's avatarPrairie Writers Guild - NW Indiana

Harvesting Corn in October Harvesting Corn in October

Lines of clouds cross through October’s sky.
Lines of corn mark Indiana fields.
Harvesters remove dried grain and I
Prepare my heart and wonder what it yields?

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar.  Frank Hubeny, member of Prairie Writers Guild, will be hosting at dVerse on Thursday, October 11th, starting at 3:00 PM EST with the theme of iambic pentameter.

Sweet Potatoes Sweet Potatoes

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