Journey to the Sea

When death comes to ask forgiveness
May I be ready with a kiss.
Take these trinkets. Take that treasure.
I need nothing more than this.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah hosts with the theme of ekphrastic poetry and introducing Fay Collins’ art.

Photo: This image is of an oil painting by Fay Collins used with permission for Sarah’s prompt.

Lingering Day

Some days I get out of bed and all the night’s rest must have organized something because things appear obvious at least the things that I am aware of. There is much that I am not aware of and that by default isn’t clear because I am not even aware of it.

That lack of clarity is also a good thing. It gives me reason to go to sleep again tonight, trust the muse to do whatever she wants, so I can awaken with a new present, painful or not. And if there should be pain, I will be searching through whatever opportunity sorrow provides to find joy.

EVENING TAKES MY HAND
LINGERS AS THE DAY GROWS LONG
THERE’S THE MORNING SUN


Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of “lingering day”.

Photos: “Evening Pavement”, above, and “Sunset over Green Bay”, below.

Sunset over Green Bay

Urban Renewal

The urban may be wonderful
With scarcely any tree,
But give me just a tree or two.
There’s something that a tree can do
That sets my daydreams free.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme “urban renewal”.

Photo: “Chicago River” linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with theme “breathe” since the scene makes me want to take a deep breath.

Cosmically Created Color

This April is still colorless.
Bright blossoms aren’t yet here,
But I recall sweet blooming fall
Well hidden somewhere near.


Photos: “April Wants Some Cosmic Color”, above, and “Color Where Are You?”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Prompt, starting on Monday, where the theme is “cosmically created color”.

Color Where Are You?

 

Holy Place

This holy place to stand and help me rise
Where I may pause and let my eyes go free,
Where I may wonder how this Earth and skies
Could be presented graciously to me,
Where I may question what it means to be,
Where sound turns sacred with or without rhyme–
Play that song for me another time.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “holy place”.  The poem’s form is a Chaucerian stanza.

Photo: “A Sunset Somewhere”

Video: lightomega’s presentation of Miten and Deva Premal’s So Much Magnificence. More about the song.