The puzzle I am working on
Likely won’t get done.
Too many pieces might be lost–
I find another one!
My puzzles rest when I’m asleep.
The day has lost its light.
Like a child may angels keep
Me safe through day or night.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting and the prompt word is “puzzle”.
Photos: “Yellow Smiles”, above, “Evergreen Green”, below.
Angelic voices I would hear.
It’d comfort me to know they’re near,
But what I see are birds and trees.
The longed for songs are sung through these.
Photos: “White and Green”, above, and “Yellow and Green”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme: “Beautiful Spirits of the Natural World”.
Golden stones don’t bother me.
I want true light not flashiness.
When light comes forward like a kiss
And greets me with the shock of this
May golden steps rise gracefully.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting. Here’s an opportunity to link up one poem of your choice.
Photos: “Sunlight Through a Tree”, above, and “Stone Steps”, below.
In the end when truth must be told only the love stories matter.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Connected by a daisy chain
Fragile bonds release the pain
That separates us. Now we know
With innocence fresh love may grow.
Forgiveness brightened up the dark
And drove the shadows from the park
Where daisies dance, wind blown, and we
Are bonded, blessed with empathy.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Focusing on One of Them”, above, “Blue and Red on a Blanket of Green”, below. Hopefully they are somewhere in the bonded and blessed daisy family.
The chapel at the college Thomas and I attended had a storage room in its attic. Thomas and I went there one afternoon. We weren’t supposed to, but that made it all the more intriguing. There was enough light coming through a dirty window to see desks, equipment and oddly beds piled haphazardly around the walls. This dusty place made Thomas think of a tale of demon possession. He told stories well with facial expressions that kept my attention. The last sentence of his story, spoken while he looked suspiciously at me, was, “The devil could possess anyone.”
I say that was the last sentence, because at that point in the story, assuming there was more, a beetle, big and ugly, started bouncing up and down on the ceiling high above us. We thought the bug had gone bonkers. Besides, the bouncing was loud enough to stop Thomas from continuing his story with further hints of my being possessed by something or other. We looked up at the bug. Thomas looked at me. He had an idea. While the bug bounced up and down, up and down, Thomas cautiously crossed his two index fingers and raised his arms to target the noisy bug through them. The moment his eyes, the finger cross and that bug lined up so he could get a good shot—right at that moment—the bug soundlessly dropped to the floor.
RUNNING FROM THAT ROOM’S
SPOOKY SPRINGTIME BOUNCING BUG
BEETLE’S TURN TO SMILE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Lillian is hosting. Haibun should have two paragraphs of prose about something that really happened. I can’t forget that bug. There should be a “kigo” on the second line of the haiku representing the season. Mine is “springtime”. The haiku should break in two parts at a “kiregi”. I think mine breaks between springtime and bouncing when attention shifts from us rushing out of that room to the smiling bug. By way of disclosure, neither of us went back to see if the bug was actually smiling. That’s just what I would do were I that bug and I assume only the prose part has to be factual.
Photos: “Upstairs Toward the Blue”, above, and “Climbing”, below.
A sidewalk is a street for feet
With one for cars nearby.
My mind takes detours off and on
And sometimes when its good and gone
I let my spirit fly.
Photos: “Summer Street”, above, “Winter Street”, below. Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the prompt “Street Photography”. Although these scenes are more of the sidewalk, the street to the right is the main street off the set of town homes where we live.
The everyday is everywhere in sight
And I am wearied looking at its face.
It doesn’t seem to shine with truer light.
Its presence makes me think of wasted space.
But I’m the one who’s stumbling without grace.
Your smile is all I need to let me see
The mundane blessed afresh with mystery.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting Meeting the Bar today. We are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary with septets, seven-line poems. There are no constraints on the poems for this prompt except that they have seven lines or contain seven line stanzas.
Photos: “Mundane Green with Setting Sun”, above, and “Mundane Car with Rainbow Light”, below.
The human species has hundreds of millions of years left — don’t waste them.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Constraints from sinning turn their screws in me.
I sleep to see fresh dreams of a new birth
Where everything I do was meant to be
And not to amplify my own self-worth.
If ever there’s a heaven for this earth,
And even if I’m not permitted in,
May praise be given for forgiven sin.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya presents the theme of the seven deadly sins (and corresponding virtues). It is also a septet, a seven line poem, which I will be featuring again on Thursday for Meeting the Bar. All of these sevens are here because this week we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary.
Because of the theme of forgiveness at the end I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. Her blog reminds me of the power of forgiveness. Without her influence that last line may well have been different.
Photos: “Heavenly Green Touched by Red”, above, and “Two Ants Many Flowers”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 