Chaos out of order Looking for some cake. Virus comes with market crash Beyond the cliff down to the splash Into the burning lake. Order out of chaos Victorious and true. Beyond the tribulations find Sanctity to shield your mind With everything you do.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “taboo”. I am not sure how the photos fit the theme but I hope the poem does.
The Spring is stirring from this cold dead white, From dark beneath oppressive night. The searching sun reveals how bright And fresh is morning air. May I walk within such light Where mercy soothes, where tears turn right, And humble hope plants flowers everywhere.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Prompt. Dale offered the theme of “Spring has sprung”.
Linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile with thoughts of a coming spring smile to everyone.
Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “stir”.
In fall I picked ripe apples; In winter pruned them, too. I drank hard cider, ate fresh fruit. My dreams, thank God, did not take root Like apple seedlings do.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the theme “apples”.
See how water tests the shore Teasing its resistance, Resistance to becoming more. See how water tests the shore? Be the change that you’re made for. Change with fresh persistence. Be like water. Test the shore. Tease away resistance.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Merril is hosting with the theme of impermanence.
Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.
A miracle I’d like to see Might make some mountain slide. Explanations won’t agree. The miracle I’d want to see Would peel this raging heart from me That seeks a place to hide. The miracles I’d long to see Would make my mountains slide.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Mish is hosting with the word “peeling”.
Linked to The Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “set in stone”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. That I’m here at all is enough motivation for praise, thanksgiving, hope and a smile.
Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.
A devil pointed out some sin That happened long ago. I knew that justice ought to win. A devil pointed out some sin, But mercy found a back way in So gratitude could grow. A devil pointed out some sin That happened long ago.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Lillian is hosting.
Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.
Colorful when given light Shadows turn away Waking bravely from the night Colorful when given light Proof beyond the sense of sight Like a rainbow’s sway Colorful when given light Shadows turn away
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme of “to be a flower”. I picked poppies at least that is what I think those brightly colored flowers are in the photos. The form of the poem is intended to be close to a triolet.
Morning’s sun takes evening’s dark To bring on light past gray. Fading stars in silence mark Morning’s sun with evening’s dark Like old fears swept away Refreshed by night for day. Morning’s sun takes evening’s dark As light wipes out what’s gray.
Linked to The Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale’s theme is “the dark and the light”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What brings a smile this week is waking up in the morning realizing I have another opportunity to smile.
Covering a lie is like covering one's tracks in the snow.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Amaya is hosting with a four part challenge: (1) The poem must tell a story in one sentence. (2) The poem must explore the theme of ‘the end of civilization as we know it.’ (3) The story must tell of an odd or embarrassing incident, either heard about, witnessed, or autobiographical. (4) It must be improvised.
It is one sentence. I lifted it without revision from my notebook so it is an improvisation. I suppose ‘snow’ could be analogous to ‘civilization’. The futility of covering one’s tracks in the snow might suggest a story where a protagonist is motivated to hope the snow melts (civilization ends) at least until the protagonist realizes that lies without the cover of civilization could be easier to spot.
From above on rocky hill I see green trees below me. The wind blows as it wildly will Far above this rocky hill. Distant curves of mountains fill Horizons blue like wavy sea. From above on rocky hill So many trees below me.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “fill”.
Also linked to The Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “From Above”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. My smile this week comes from the memories of Palmer’s Park in Colorado Springs and the many hours spent walking there.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 