Questions That Won’t Tolerate Any Old Answers

What will help me levitate
Above my shallow, mundane state,
Paint my dreams in shocking true
From patient red to brilliant blue?

Where’s the shift that turns the night
Into the mysteries of light
And lets the words that stray today
Be only those you’d have me say?


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of questions.

Photos: “The Shoin House at the Chicago Botanic Garden”, above, and “Morning Observations”, below, by the author.

Morning Observations

Reflections on the Deep End

I rarely descend to the existential depths of metaphysical dread. Why would anyone want to? Besides there’s nothing down there. That’s why it’s dreadful. Why get all miserable over nothing? Sanity stays on the bright surface with the breathable air and the cleansing rain. Or, to put it in other words: don’t look down–the deeper depth is toward the sky.  That leads me to my problem. Although I don’t have anything particularly dreadful to write about, which should make the sophisticated and critical reader question my allegiance to the dark side, I no longer have any motivation to shut up.

SMILING LETS ONE BE
SEASONS’ PLAYFUL METERS RHYME
TIME TO LIVE FORGIVE


Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday.  Bjorn is hosting.  Toni provided the prompt why do we write in the way we do?  I am not sure if I answered it.
I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays because it occurred to me when I woke this morning that if I really want to levitate to a deeper depth I will have to stop weighing myself down with making sure karma is distributed equitably. There’s plenty of karma to go around.

Photos: “Water Flowers”, above, and “At the Chicago Botanic Garden”, below, by the author.

At the Chicago Botanic Garden

 

Mundane Monday — Fungi

“Am I so pretty you would take a picture of me?”  Yes.


Photos: “Stump”, above, and “Mundane Fungus”, below, by the author.  I’ve linked both to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “fungi” as well as trablogger’s Mundane Monday.

When I read Dale’s prompt I asked myself, “Where am I going to find a fungus?”  A voice said, “Go to the botanic garden.”  I replied, “I’ve never seen a fungus there.  It’s too clean.” The voice responded, “Go to the woods in the botanic garden.”  I walked to the Mary Mix McDonald Woods and followed the trail until it forked.  “Now where?”  The voice responded, “Take the boardwalk.”  At the end of the boardwalk I saw the fungus. “I’ll have to step off the trail.”  The voice responded, “Stop whining and take the photo.” It was the only fungus I saw all day, but I had no need to see another.

Mundane Fungus

Rain — #writephoto

Rain is wet like water,
Not so hard as ice,
Not so hot my hand gets hot,
Messy, mostly nice.

The Sun thinks clouds are funny.
They block the warmth of day
Making fantasies up high–
Carousels turn in the sky–
Friendly, flowing play.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and the theme is to put a positive spin on “rain”, “rein” or “reign”.  I am also linking this to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.  Come join us in writing for these prompts.

Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the #writephoto prompt.

Sue Vincent's #writephoto icon

Free

My heart felt peaceful but constrained.
The wind blew over me.
The waves hit hard. The land complained.
I wanted to be free.

Eventually through darkened night
The waves revised their song.
I assumed it’s now all right
Though some say it’s still wrong.


Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson here (WhimsyGizmo) is hosting and the word is “free”. For what it’s worth, I don’t understand the poem I wrote.  I just thought it had a nice enough sound, but I might be wrong.

Photo: “Windy Lake Michigan” by the author.

Orange

The mundane is so everywhere.


Photos: “Table, Coffee, Notebook” above and “Orange, White and Darker” below by the author and linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “A Clockwork’d Orange”. I also linked them to trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge.

Orange, White and Darker

Deeper Magic

Is someone out there looking back when we
Look out observing all those mindless things?
Those fantasies we know we truly see
Are changing through Newtonian alchemy,
But then we hear as deeper magic sings.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Paul is hosting with the theme “magic”.

Photo: “Pond Inside the Lincoln Park Conservatory” by the author and linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “water”.