Even when it all is lost
And one must start again
Another birth and crumbs are tossed
And joy comes walking in.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Bjorn is hosting.
Photos: “Fern Looking Up”, above, and “Fern Looking Down”, below.
Compassion keeps us warm in winter. Anger turns the summer off.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Sorrow from the clearing goes.
Joy there lost today.
Rejection grips as sadness grows.
The woods of darkness stay.
I’ll follow sorrow, if I may.
It wanders mindfully.
“Don’t waste your time,” the wise may say,
“Those woods are dark. You’ll lose your way.”
Forgiveness strengthens me.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme of opposites. Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Light Green Dark Green”, above, and “Upside Down Reflection of Right Side Up”, below.
My first job was in data processing. The night shift gave me the day to enjoy the city. I mounted magnetic tape onto drives as tall I was. It was a job that begged to be automated. That was long ago. Like Sisyphus, I can still see myself mounting those tapes only to take them down again.
My walk to work led past the Art Institute. I spent an hour each afternoon wandering through the exhibits. I can still see some of them.
One of the benefits of membership, at least in those days, long ago, in what I would even call the mysterious dark ages of my life, was the free coffee that the Institute offered in the afternoon. I became a regular around four in the afternoon with a dozen retirees who were always there and a few strangers who might wander in some afternoon and whom we would never see again. I can still taste that coffee.
Through daydreams blow the breeze of memory.
When shadows break I look and sometimes see.
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Jilly is hosted with the challenge to the traditional form.
Photos: “Blue and Green”, above, and “Red and Green”, below.
Sun goes up and sun goes down. Lips like yours need never frown.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting and the theme is couplets for the solstice.
Photos: A couplet photo above and “Rainbow in Leaves” below.
We are born lovers; we now just have to start loving.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
What a cure to trust when evenings fall
What ends is not the end of it at all.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul with the theme “medicine”.
Photos: “Wheels of White”, above, and “Water Drops”, below.
I cycle on and miss the trees.
They laugh more mindfully than me.
It’s you I’m on this bike to see.
With any end the sun may bring
There will be some old song to sing
And some to dip us fresh in spring.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk with the theme word “cycle”.
Photos: “Circle of White”, above, and “Fern”, below”.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 