Photography – Page 124 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Circles of Change

Memory is a circle of love that’s not always pleasant. It allows us to experience the present so we can take action moving toward the open future. It offers a passionate place to stand. The present unties the circle giving us the opportunity to spiral that remembered past into a new direction while memory weaves it all back into another circle.

That probably makes no sense.

The painful changes I have experienced through my life have been to watch parents, and others, get sick, emotionally and physically, understanding and misunderstanding these things as caused by environmental, agricultural, medical or dietary mistakes I once thought of as progress. It’s not that it was all wrong. It just needed some kind of correction that didn’t make sense to me earlier. As we let the circle untie and spiral forward there is no reason not to trust that we will do our best to add what we can to make it, in spite of everything, more beautiful.

That probably also makes no sense, but it does to me, until it doesn’t, but that’s when I can look forward to the heartbeat opening the future once again.

HAPPY PUMPKIN ORANGE
AUTUMN CHANGES MAPLE RED
SPIRALS ROUND AND ROUND

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme circles. I am also linking to dVerse Haibun Monday where Merril D. Smith is hosting with the theme changes or transitions.

Photos: “Pumpkin Circles”, above, and “Pumpkin Spheres”, below.

One-Liner Wednesday — So Much

There’s so much I know I’ve missed and so much more I would never think could be there.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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What I Miss Along the Way

I usually walk somewhere nearby every day, often to the library just to have a destination. There are parks nearby and a botanic garden. What do I see? Sidewalks, trees, ponds, residential buildings, stores, town offices, game fields, skies, grass, clouds, birds of all sizes and there are even people, many of whom are familiar. I should not take this gift for granted.

I miss most of what there’s to see,
most everything there is that’s real,
most every thought that comes my way.
Forgive me for that every day.

Should my walks lead me past you
while daily wandering as I do,
forgive me most of all for that.
You smile. I know. I’m smiling back.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of the journeys we routinely take. Mine would be simple walks. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays since I need to learn to forgive myself for missing almost all of it.

Photos: “Evening Panorama”, above, and “Sun in Autumn”, below. I didn’t miss these.

Silhouette

Early morning freshens air.
Trees appear from dark of night.
As I rise the chilly skies
Help me smile with welcomed light.

Evening consummates all this,
Adds some darkness to the day.
Silhouettes are what I get
As I smile to find my way.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of “shadows, shapes and silhouettes”. It is also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “early”.

Photos: “Morning Silhouettes”, above, and “Evening Silhouettes”, below.

Seeing Better

Whatever part I’m here to play
I hope I play it well.
Although the vision of the day
With ugliness may get its way
May beauty cast some spell.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme “beauty in ugliness”.

Photo: “Ugly Cracks”, above, and “Ugly Fungus”, below.

Inside

Inside is where it all gets real.
Despair destroys the dance:
Feet won’t move. Then comes that song
That lets forgiveness sing along
To give us one more chance.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “inside” and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Inside the Chicago Botanic Garden”, above, and “In Up Close with Sun Rays”, below.

Harvest

Here is my post at Prairie Writers Guild.

Prairie Writers Guild - NW Indiana

Harvesting Corn in October

Lines of clouds cross through October’s sky.
Lines of corn mark Indiana fields.
Harvesters remove dried grain and I
Prepare my heart and wonder what it yields?

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Frank Hubeny, member of Prairie Writers Guild, will be hosting at dVerse on Thursday, October 11th, starting at 3:00 PM EST with the theme of iambic pentameter.

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Frank

The name means “free”, or so I have been told.
I share it with my ancestors as well.
May freedom bring its blessings to us all—
Forgetting not the smallest one of us.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya Engleking is hosting with the theme to take our names and write about them.

This Thursday, I will be hosting Meeting the Bar at dVerse with the theme of iambic pentameter in general. This poem is an example of iambic pentameter used in blank verse.

Photos: “Pumpkin Pile”, above, and “Orderly and Free”, below.

Yuck

Yuck is such a yucky word.
It closes every opened door.
It claims whatever’s true’s absurd
Demanding always something more.

Demanding something nicer, too,
Nicer than this yucky place.
Demands. Demands. What can one do
Stumbling over old and new,
Stumbling over smiling grace?

Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) with the word “yuck”.

Photos: “Looking Down”, above, and “Looking Through”, below”