Words to sharpen out the white,
Offer some solidity,
Make me search for light when night
Teases with futility.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Paul hosts with the theme of “ars poetica”.
Photos: “Facing the Morning Sun”, above, and “Trees at Home”, below.
One of the good things about being yourself is it is hard not to do it right.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
The urban may be wonderful
With scarcely any tree,
But give me just a tree or two.
There’s something that a tree can do
That sets my daydreams free.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme “urban renewal”.
Photo: “Chicago River” linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with theme “breathe” since the scene makes me want to take a deep breath.
This April is still colorless.
Bright blossoms aren’t yet here,
But I recall sweet blooming fall
Well hidden somewhere near.
Photos: “April Wants Some Cosmic Color”, above, and “Color Where Are You?”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Prompt, starting on Monday, where the theme is “cosmically created color”.
This holy place to stand and help me rise
Where I may pause and let my eyes go free,
Where I may wonder how this Earth and skies
Could be presented graciously to me,
Where I may question what it means to be,
Where sound turns sacred with or without rhyme–
Play that song for me another time.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “holy place”. The poem’s form is a Chaucerian stanza.
Photo: “A Sunset Somewhere”
Video: lightomega’s presentation of Miten and Deva Premal’s So Much Magnificence. More about the song.
A tarot card reader told me I could predict the future, but I did not take advantage of my skill. She herself got many things right about me, or rather she got the details wrong, if one wanted to be technical about it, but the end results were all right on target, better than I expected.
That was long ago. It was the only time I ever had a reading done. I thought at the time I was skeptical enough, but I realize now that I believed every word she said. Today I am more skeptical of doctors tempting me with drugs than I am of tarot readers pushing what? Best wishes? Some good advice on what to be cautious about?
I looked for her when opportunity brought me back to that area to thank her and tell her that she was right about everything of value. I didn’t expect she would still be there, but I checked anyway. Her dark shop in the hotel lobby was replaced by a well-lit trinket merchant. No one knew what happened to her. So, instead of expressing my gratitude, I had to be satisfied with seeing a beautiful future for her through all the storms that might come to charm her life. It was basically the same future she predicted for me.
WHAT WILL COME OF US?
FLOWERS AREN’T REQUIRED TO ASK.
BLOOM, RECEIVE AND GIVE.
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Michelle (Mish) is hosting with the theme of “faith”.
Photos: “Morning Sands to Walk on”, above, and “The Way We Bloomed Last Year”, below.
Black and white with sky cloud-gray
Easter morning starts today.
What bright blooms will brighten Spring?
Love and praise light everything.
Text: The form of the poem is a tanaga or common meter.
Photos: “Naturally Black, White and Gray”, above, and “Sunlight Through Trees”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Easter in black and white”.
Tell the monsters they’re forgiven. They won’t understand but maybe you will.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
I might add, if you do take my advice and talk to those monsters, don’t get too close.
Swinging from the family tree
Learning that the mystery
Isn’t what we have to know
But the joy when we let go.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of spring. Of the photos she provided for inspiration, I was thinking of the one with the two children swinging from a tree. The form of this poem is a tanaga. I will feature it on Thursday.
Photos: “Bird in Tree”, above, and the swing Lillian features, middle, and “Somewhere in Colorado Springs”, below.
Perfect as an egg-round sign
Smoothly futures realign
With whatever comes our way–
Dreaming, waking, walking play.
Take my hand till you have grown.
Soon you will walk on your own.
Fortune will be yours to keep.
Mine was blessed to guard your sleep.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “egg”. The form of this poem is a tanaga.
Photos: “Lake”, above, and “River”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 