Photography – Page 137 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

One-Liner Wednesday — Alone

Forgiveness may be hard to do, too hard to do alone, but should it happen anyway and burden’s lifted in some way, perhaps we’re not alone.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

One Child’s Gift to Another

The ring she gave was made of lead
And broke one lonely day.
“It has no worth,” the jeweler said.
He’ll keep it anyway.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah Connor is hosting with the love tokens.

Photos: “Leaves Remind the Tree”, above, and “Water Seeking Lake Michigan”, below. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “force”.

Imaginary friends don’t talk back as much. That’s one reason to ask their opinions. They don’t know what’s really going on, but sometimes they have an interesting perspective. Real friends will try to set me straight according to their views of the direct path from here to there but they are often as wrong as I am.

I take a walk which takes me on a path temporarily away from all friends. There’s mystery before my eyes. The trees are budding. There will be Spring regardless of my wintery dreams.

BIRDSONG THROUGH BLUE SKY
WINTER’S BRANCHES TRUST AND BUD
WOULD THAT I COULD HEAR

Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of tree buds.

Photos: “Tree Buds”, above, and “Early Blooms”, below.

Indoor Plants

In spite of everything were they
Delighted I stayed home today?
I watered every one and I’ll
Drift into daydreams with a smile.

Photos: “Jade Plant Overhanging”, above, “Indoor Happiness, collage, and “Orchid with Fallen Blossoms, below linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge

News: My poem “Pan’s Pipe” won the Wilda Morris’s Poetry Challenge for February. Here are the rules for entering this monthly contest.

One-Liner Wednesday — Overcome

Forgiveness won’t untwist what’s done but let’s the present overcome.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Where to Look

Birds may chatter. I walk by.
Trees prepare to greet the Sun
That concentrates on shiny things
Like bonds held true with golden rings.
The birds rejoice when morning’s come.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah Russell is asking us to focus on the thing rather than explicitly describing something abstract which the reader is supposed to guess, but I am not sure what it is myself.

Photos: “Movement”, above, and “Birds Minding Their Own Business”, below.

Winter Spring

Winter blows the blue flames out.
Those living will move on.
Memories are all about.
Some graying dreams are gone.

The Sun may burn but we are cold.
With Spring we hesitate.
Perhaps in time we may feel bold.
Now we rest and wait.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday with theme word “burn”. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting.

Photos: “Fruit Waiting”, above, and “Waiting for Spring”, below.

Wood, Metal, Glass

Reality is all around
To give us things to see
That keep us centered on the ground
While hinting mystery.

Photos: “The Beauty of Wood”, above, and “Wood, Metal, Glass”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “the beauty of wood, the gleam of metal, the reflection of glass”.

One-Liner Wednesday — Understanding

Understanding opens the heart so it can accept more.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Coffee Soup

I brew coffee in a French press and pour it into a blender. With a tablespoon I take a large amount of coconut oil and place it in the hot coffee. The heat slides it off the spoon. I often stop there, but one can always carry things beyond.

The full recipe which I am writing down for the first time right now goes further. I add a tablespoon of butter or some cream, but not always, and then spices because if I don’t eat them they will stay on the shelf: cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, cloves, black pepper, turmeric and pink salt.

I blend these ingredients for a few breaths and pour it into a mug. I wonder if it is still coffee? It doesn’t taste like a colada or Cuban espresso which wakes me up, since I drink it alone, on those dawn walks when I wait for the sunrise with the birds. It might even be a kind of soup, but the buzz of clarity that aligns my awareness to reality tells me it doesn’t matter.

MOST LEAVES HAVE LONG GONE
BERRIES PROUDLY ON DISPLAY
HOME FOR TINY BIRDS

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Paul is hosting with the theme of poems about drinking.

Photos: “Berries”, above, “Winter Vegetation”, below.