Forgiveness is the food of love
That patience hopes to bring.
We eat while daily dreaming of
How peace would let us sing.
Text: Linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Light on Hickory Leaf”, above, and “Fence and Birdhouse”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “The Food of Love”. Taken near Stoney Run County Park in Hebron, Indiana.
My intuition —
Got it wrong — but then,
“…I’m sorry…”.
I trust it once again.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of punctuation in particular em-dashes and ellipses. I tried to use both above.
Photos: “Corn and Clouds”, above, and “Storm Clouds Over Cemetery”, below. Taken near Rensselaer, Indiana, prior to a meeting yesterday of the Prairie Writers Guild.
How will the people in your life be happy if you aren’t?
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Silence doesn’t make us lonely.
Accusations do.
May the times of silence only
Help those broken to renew.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Dwight is hosting with the theme “Silence”. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Chipmunk”, above, “Geese”, below.
The puzzle I am working on
Likely won’t get done.
Too many pieces might be lost–
I find another one!
My puzzles rest when I’m asleep.
The day has lost its light.
Like a child may angels keep
Me safe through day or night.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting and the prompt word is “puzzle”.
Photos: “Yellow Smiles”, above, “Evergreen Green”, below.
Angelic voices I would hear.
It’d comfort me to know they’re near,
But what I see are birds and trees.
The longed for songs are sung through these.
Photos: “White and Green”, above, and “Yellow and Green”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme: “Beautiful Spirits of the Natural World”.
Golden stones don’t bother me.
I want true light not flashiness.
When light comes forward like a kiss
And greets me with the shock of this
May golden steps rise gracefully.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting. Here’s an opportunity to link up one poem of your choice.
Photos: “Sunlight Through a Tree”, above, and “Stone Steps”, below.
In the end when truth must be told only the love stories matter.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Connected by a daisy chain
Fragile bonds release the pain
That separates us. Now we know
With innocence fresh love may grow.
Forgiveness brightened up the dark
And drove the shadows from the park
Where daisies dance, wind blown, and we
Are bonded, blessed with empathy.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Focusing on One of Them”, above, “Blue and Red on a Blanket of Green”, below. Hopefully they are somewhere in the bonded and blessed daisy family.
The chapel at the college Thomas and I attended had a storage room in its attic. Thomas and I went there one afternoon. We weren’t supposed to, but that made it all the more intriguing. There was enough light coming through a dirty window to see desks, equipment and oddly beds piled haphazardly around the walls. This dusty place made Thomas think of a tale of demon possession. He told stories well with facial expressions that kept my attention. The last sentence of his story, spoken while he looked suspiciously at me, was, “The devil could possess anyone.”
I say that was the last sentence, because at that point in the story, assuming there was more, a beetle, big and ugly, started bouncing up and down on the ceiling high above us. We thought the bug had gone bonkers. Besides, the bouncing was loud enough to stop Thomas from continuing his story with further hints of my being possessed by something or other. We looked up at the bug. Thomas looked at me. He had an idea. While the bug bounced up and down, up and down, Thomas cautiously crossed his two index fingers and raised his arms to target the noisy bug through them. The moment his eyes, the finger cross and that bug lined up so he could get a good shot—right at that moment—the bug soundlessly dropped to the floor.
RUNNING FROM THAT ROOM’S
SPOOKY SPRINGTIME BOUNCING BUG
BEETLE’S TURN TO SMILE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Lillian is hosting. Haibun should have two paragraphs of prose about something that really happened. I can’t forget that bug. There should be a “kigo” on the second line of the haiku representing the season. Mine is “springtime”. The haiku should break in two parts at a “kiregi”. I think mine breaks between springtime and bouncing when attention shifts from us rushing out of that room to the smiling bug. By way of disclosure, neither of us went back to see if the bug was actually smiling. That’s just what I would do were I that bug and I assume only the prose part has to be factual.
Photos: “Upstairs Toward the Blue”, above, and “Climbing”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 