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.
Considering how large the universe is and how small we are it looks like our size is just about right.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
The good thing is I can forget
The tasks I’ll leave undone.
Another whom I haven’t met
May stop to pick up one.
It does not matter in the end
When time looks frail and tossed.
Let’s make amends, my passing friends,
Since only love’s not lost.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Paul is hosting on the theme “The End”.
Photo: “From Behind” by the author.
“I fear that should you read my mind
You’ll find my mind ain’t there.
I fear I’m holding you behind.
Don’t leave to run off where
Nighttime’s dreamings cannot stand.
I must not hesitate.
I fear I’ll reach my outstretched hand
Too fashionably late.”
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Victoria Ceretto-Slotto with prompt word “fear”. The pub opens at 3 PM EST. Come join us!
Photo: “Three Uprights” by the author linked to K’lee and Dale‘s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “three”.
It looks like jasenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge also has “Three” as a theme. So I am linking this as well
All I know seems here right now.
So much I have forgot.
So much I also learned somehow.
Deep blue deceives me not.
Linked to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, Day Eleven wondering if all of me returned.
Photo: “Blue and Yellow Flowers” by the author linked to Nick V’s Friday Floral Fotos.
When harsh winds blow some whine, “How the wicked wind oppresses me!” Others wonder how they could make money off that wind by grinding grain or generating electricity. One turns it into poetry. The other turns a profit.
The Little People dwelt in the windmill. Like everyone they loved good stories. The Big People owned the mill. They tolerated the Little People because they bravely fought the Hungry Mice who wanted the grain as much as they did. “Get your own grain!” the Little People shouted. As a reward the Big People let the Little People have enough for their needs and internet connections.
Everything trended nicely, but the problem with trends is people forget once something goes one way long enough that it could go the other way. So most everyone confidently predicted everything would stay the same and every time it stayed the same their predictions came true. True, there were some who feared the end was always near, but that’s how their minds trended and they were usually wrong.
One day Wicked Wind joined Raging Fire and burnt whatever was dry including the windmill. The Big People were no longer big. They looked little and the Little People had no home. Even the mice were unhappy.
Illnesses popped up out of nowhere. The mice were blamed. The homeless Little People were blamed. The formerly Big People were blamed. The poetry and stories went dark and conflict trended.
The mice, who could not access the windmill, quickly recovered. Meanwhile the wind stirred the People mixing the big with the small as their generations sailed through birth and death until they rewrote their stories and survived.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Sails.
Photo provided by Sue Vincent.
While looking back at Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, I think this post fits Day Six about the “violent wind”.
The pots are broken, split and still
They serve as pots for plants that will
Use bits of soil, and we don’t mind,
Unwrap their love with what they find.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Gayle.
Photo: “Growing Everywhere” by the author.
Keep tossing deep thoughts into the well. Eventually one will sink.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.
Yellows aim so all can see.
Wind flips them about.
Greens believe they cannot fail.
They motivate no doubt.
Purples, whites and reds proclaim:
“Sail your colors high!”
Green below greets blue above
To praise fresh evening sky.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Kim of writinginnorthnorfolk.com hosts with the theme of strong verbs about landscapes. Come join us!
Photo: “Wild Blooming”, above, and “Summer Flowers”, the collage below, by the author.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 