When bright flowers bloom in Spring
Anxiousness leaves everything.
Now the light is safe to see.
Shadows seem like history.
Text: This is an example of the tanaga form. I will be featuring this form on Thursday at the dVerse Meeting the Bar at 3PM EST.
Photos: “Shadow and Light”, above, and “Shadow, Green and Red”, below, I’m linking to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “notions of shadow and light”.
Some use their souls to say there is no soul. Some use their freedom claiming we’re machines denying what we know of mystery. It’s hard to tell which hell builds bigger walls to bar eternity.
There’s time to walk if we can’t run. There’s time for trees and standing still. Eternity comes passing through, patiently as sparrows do, singing pleasantly.
CHILLY EQUINOX
COMING COLD OR COMING SPRING
SPARROWS BRING NEW SOUND
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Bjorn is hosting. I am late for dVerse Poetics where Paul was hosting, but I am using Paul’s theme of “soul”.
Photos: “Lake Michigan at Evanston”, above, and “Lake Michigan from a Park”, below.
There’s nothing like a mountain to make one want to climb.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
By second grade I learned to write well enough to make short sentences. My teacher wrote that they were “Very good”. So, I wrote more and I showed them to her. She gave me another sheet of paper which encouraged me. My third grade teacher was less impressed. I stopped showing her what I wrote. That gave her more time to focus on what was bothering her.
I am older now than either of those teachers were and I realize that I’ve been like both of them at different times of my life, sometimes unreasonably patient and other times unforgivably impatient. Looking back. I forgive the impatience in my third grade teacher and hope I can forgive it in myself as well. I understand the many reasons for impatience that torment adults. I hope her life was happy because today she looks more like my daughter than a teacher.
Given all the reasons for impatience, it amazes me that any of us are blessed enough to enjoy any patience. Nonetheless there it is again as a commonplace miracle.
MOTHER SAVES THE WORK
FLOWERS YEARN TO BLOOM AGAIN
LATER OLD LEAVES FADE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where Toni is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Very Good”, above, and “Alice in Wonderland”, below.
Breathing, walking, here today.
What comes next is on its way.
Winter here’s a cold, white play.
Spring hints there’ll be more to say.
Text: A one stanza tanaga.
Photos: “Trees Waking Up By Lake Michigan”, above, and “Looking Through a Tree”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “a hint of spring”.
I saw her
In the living room
Before I
Heard she died.
Wipe away the guilt and gloom.
Go with peace inside.
Text: Linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays and dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting featuring the shadorma poetry form.
Photos: “Light in Snow”, above, “Snow Up Close”, below.
It is wonderful when empathy overcomes the chill of reason.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Time incites the mystery.
Space makes ample room to see.
Breath absorbs it patiently–
Strong you stand and watch with me.
Should we fall or should we rise
Victory glows in our eyes.
Death, no matter how it tries,
Drops in time its thin disguise.
Text: I am linking the tanaga to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme “superhero”.
Photos: “Remains of Autumn Soon Will Pass”, above, and “Tree Spending Time in Sunlight”, below, linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “time”.
Every candle shows its flame,
Burning wax, reheating blame.
Maybe it is all the same
When the end upturns the game.
When the end sets up the fall
Will my candle scatter all
Flickers fighting in a brawl?
Fire the passion. Free what’s small.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts with the theme word “fire”. I used the tanaga form for this poem after reading a poem last week by Bekkie Sanchez.
Photos: “Winter Scene with Morning Sun”, above, and “Winter Scene with Afternoon Sun”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 