May the winter not last long. I thought of spring while walking. When there's music soon comes song Melodiously talking. I’ll look with hope to find you there Smiling garlanded aware.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.
Next week I will be featuring final couplets: poems where the last two lines are a couplet like the one above.
I don’t remember when I left that word. It must have been upon some beach. My breath oppresses. Were I silent like a bird I might have flown securely on my way. I left that word abandoning its sound And hope the sand will keep its harm at bay. Years ago it filled my heart. I sung, But now I would forget what passed my lips Repenting, if I may, to soothe my tongue.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting featuring tercets with specified rhyme words coming from Raymond Garlick’s poem “Welsh-Speaking Sea“.
All the details I have missed Are hiding what stays true Adding pleasure to the kiss Of life made ever new.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “macro” or close up photos.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. In the midst of taking precautions for this virus and the market crash, my smile is that the family seems closer together.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5: 22-23
Gifts may come and gifts may go, but life is best when all Like trees bear fruit of joy to share in peace and self-control. Taste how patient kindness is With love and goodness, gentle bliss As faithfulness through righteousness fulfills the ancient law.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the theme of lists as the guiding source of a poem.
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.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 