Category: Photography

Forgive and You Won’t Have to Remember to Forget

While walking I recall whom I once was,
Some child, perhaps, more often someone who
Did not do what I now would do, because
At that time that was not what I thought true.
Was that child only me or was it you?
Defiled and broken, not worth much at all,
I catch it in my arms and break its fall.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of giving twisted adages. I twisted the adage “forgive and forget”. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays since the poem was inspired by her four-step practice of forgiveness.

Photos: “Rays and Blue Circle on Green”, above, and “Room to Grow”, below.

Room to Grow

 

Earth

From mushrooms up to maple trees
The Earth is home to all of these.
There’s so much that I cannot see
That’s tucked away mysteriously.

Mysteriously it’s come to be
From somewhere, from the wild wet sea.
It’s even home for you and me.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. The prompt word is “earth”. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting.

Photos: “Mushrooms”, above, “Maple”, below.

Maple

Cars

Cars are cool but not like clouds.
They’re not like birds or trees.
They’re not like anything I know
Though cool and fast and off they go
While birds enjoy the breeze.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Get your motors running; cool cars that caught your eye”.

Photos: “Clouds Outside”, above, “Disappearing in the Trees”, below.

Disappearing in the Trees

Miracle

Forgiveness is a miracle that we
Might not deserve, but it comes anyway.
Before it comes we doubt and skeptically
Confuse forever with some years delay,
Or maybe decades, centuries–or days.
But when it comes we’re awed to feel it bring
The peace that lets us breathe, and breathing, sing.

Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace will be hosting and the pub opens at 3:00 PM EST. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Geometry”, above, and “Up-close Crystal”, below.

Up-close Crystal

Because

Because a yellow road is there
We follow hoping it may lead
To lands beyond our present where
Our dreams may plant a fertile seed.

I would like to grow some brains.
The tin man wants a heart of gold.
The lion wants his fears restrained
And Dorothy would just go home.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Michelle Beauchamp offers us the challenge to pick a character from “The Wizard of Oz” and write from that character’s perspective. I picked the scarecrow.

Photos: “Bridge”, above, and “Trail”, below, taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.

Trail

Seasonal

Of blessed Spring
White Winter sings.
From Summer’s heat
Fall retreats.

Fall retreats
From Summer’s heat.
White Winter sings
Of blessed Spring.

That’s so the landscape that we see
May praise and play repeatedly.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today and the theme is “reverse poems”. These are poems where at least part of the poem reverses itself line-by-line. It is like a refrain in a song except the refrain is sung backwards. The pub opens at 3:00 PM EST.

Photos: “Pink and Green with Water”, above, and “Autumn Blooms”, below.

Autumn Blooms

Dream School

Long after graduating I would have dreams where I could not find the classroom nor the administration building to get a schedule of the classes I was taking and the semester was coming to a close. This wasn’t a nightmare, but a delightful confusion.

Blooms have won.
Dream away
Summer sun,
Autumn day.

Then I wake up.

Autumn day,
Summer sun
Dream away.
Blooms have won.

I wonder what that dream was trying to tell me, but not for long. Like summer passing into autumn I forget I even had it.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “school”. I wrote the poem as a way to practice writing reverse poetry where part of the poem repeats but with the lines in reverse order. I will be featuring that form at dVerse on Thursday.

Photos: “Blooming’s Done”, above, “Final Blossoms”, below.

Final Blossoms
Final Blossoms

Box

The box presents its mystery—
We open hoping we may see
What’s hidden, true or otherwise,
Disguised by sides of secrecy.

And so

Disguised by sides of secrecy.
What’s hidden, true or otherwise,
We open hoping we may see—
The box presents its mystery.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) with the prompt word “Box”. The poem is a kind of “reverse” poem. Some of its lines, but not necessarily all of them, are repeated in reverse order. I will be featuring this form on Thursday at dVerse.

Photos: “Skyscape”, above, “White Blossoms White Clouds”, below. Think of them as boxed in by the cloudy sky.

White Blossoms White Clouds