Change is what will never change.
There’s some new change tomorrow.
Let street and alley rearrange
As joy takes turns with sorrow.
There is no randomness to see.
There’s nothing that was forced to be.
The choosers chose and choice arose.
The dancer ever on fresh toes
Spins on with Love eternally.
Photo: “Courthouse Viewed from an Alley” by the author linked to Tuesday Photo Challenge — Alley.
Smiling turns the brain right-side up.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
At times I cannot find my dreams
Or fear what they might be:
Hidden habits I don’t want
With burdens blinding me?
With them my heart stays anyway.
My mind’s not far behind
Though searching for some better dreams
If better I might find.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo, with prompt word “dream”.
Photos: “My Heart is Where My Dreams Are” above and “Other Heart-Dream Locations” below by the author linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “where is your heart?” The first photo is also my answer to Jane Dougherty’s challenge to show the surroundings where we write.
A fairy, Christine, lost her wings on top of a hill overlooking the glen while watching the orange sky accept the setting sun. She did not think she was so old. She picked up her wings sighing “Oh!” and stumbled down to the glen on foot aided by moonlight. The other fairies greeted her with relieved laughter since she was gone so long and then tears when they saw her wings. Her transformation had begun.
Sylvia came to wish her farewell. She told Christine about the completed transformation of her fairy-child that morning. She cried and Christine comforted her.
Samuel came to wish her farewell. He told Christine about the completed transformation of his fairy-wife that morning. He cried and Christine comforted him.
Rose, another fairy, a teenage one, came to wish her aunt farewell. Her father told her she had to. She looked into Christine’s eyes. “Look deeper,” Christine suggested. To her surprise Rose saw her own eyes gazing back at her. She cried and Christine comforted her.
A fairy without wings can remain only so long. Christine regretted not doing whatever it was she was meant to do but did not have the imagination or the will to realize. “May I look into your eyes?” Rose wiped away the tears. When Christine looked, they both smiled.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.
Photo provided by Sue Vincent for this prompt.
The chain of inspiration comes from Jane Dougherty’s challenge to write folk tales based on Jeren Nazuto’s poem responding to Jilly’s poem based on Jim Harrison’s “fragile wings”.
Lady loved the plants’ light green
With flowers brightly red.
Her face angelically serene
Had leaves to shade her head.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Linked to Jilly’s Casting Bricks August Challenge as the first part of a cooperative poem for whomever might wish to continue it.
Photo: “Lady, Green and Red” by the author and linked to Floral Friday Fotos.
Big stuff can’t exist without small stuff. Don’t get stepped on.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
This is a collaborative poem using the form “Interlocking Rubáiyát”. The first eight lines, in red, Jeren Nazuto wrote as part of Jilly’s August Casting Bricks Challenge. I added the last eight lines and decided to also link this to dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian since my half contains the word “shade”.
The world, burning around me
All the lands and the sea
I weep in streams and rivers
Over the fallen world tree
From the sins, the fire delivers
The earth’s misguided caregivers
And all the pain and suffering
Fueling my body shivers
All this pain I’m here to bring,
My offering, this mindful thing
Obscured by all the shade we’ve made
As cloaks of shadows wrap us, cling.
Who knows where we can turn for aid?
Tomorrow may these fires fade.
May heat with flames and misery
Leave fresh, cool waters where we’ll wade.
Photo: “Red in Yellow” by the author and linked to jansenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “Golden”.
Birds line up near the water’s edge to watch the sunrise on the beach. So do a few people although not in such nice lines. Workers collect garbage from trash containers. Others drive tractors smoothing the sand roughed from yesterday’s play. Unintentionally they make raked Japanese Zen gardens, but without the stones. They are so perfect they need delicate footsteps. So much order also wants to be beautiful.
BIRDS OBSERVE THE SUN
ROUGH WAVES SOOTH THE WINTER SHORE
WALK THROUGH FRESH RAKED SAND
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme Wabi-Sabi, the art of imperfection.
Photos: “Sunrise Watching” above and the collage “Bird Tracks on the Beach” below both by the author. These are linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Birds and Bees”.
Come join us with your photos and haibun!
What’s neither dry nor frozen hard
Makes circles red with bliss
And green takes form to guide and guard
Metamorphosis.
Linked to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason Day 18 regarding Jim Harrison’s quote preferring to move water than ice.
Linked also to Jilly’s August Challenge. Consider this the first 4 lines of a 8 line common meter poem.
Photo: “Indoor Plant” by the author linked to Floral Friday Fotos.
I have my doubts about the Moon.
The tides, they rise and fall.
Lovers gaze upon its face.
I wonder. Is that all?
Do nutty people know the Moon,
Go deeper when they see?
Am I the loony one who won’t
Let moonlight brighten me?
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. The topic will trimeter and I am hosting. In the above poem I use trimeter, a line containing three feet, in the second, fourth, sixth and eighth lines. The challenge is to write a poem with at least some lines written in trimeter. The pub will open at 3 PM EST.
Linked also to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason Day 14 with a Harrison quote about blaming the Moon.
Photo: “M is for Moon” by the author. Perhaps I should clean the keyboard.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 