Talking

May the thought
My words have brought
Be pure
Like morning air.

It’s always you
I’m talking to
No matter who
Is there.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Amaya is hosting asking us to use ‘apostrophe’ in a poem. She describes it as “simply an address to someone not present or to an abstract concept”.

Fearless

Fearless since what’s there to fear
Yet fearful of what might appear
But likely won’t. With death around
May Christmas cheer help hope abound.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Laura Bloomsbury is hosting with a list of words ending in ‘less’ to include in a poem along with, hopefully, “a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!” I picked the word ‘fearless’.

Framed by Remaining Leaves

Winter's Breath

Winter turns the spirit out.
Leaves go red and fall.
Snowy silence sits about.
I wonder at it all,
But know the proof comes in the spring
When leaves and flowers bloom
When birds again have warmth to sing
And outside’s like a room.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “The Coming of Winter/Winter’s Breath” or “Playing with Light”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I realized that I don’t understand all that I think I do. No matter how bad that might seem, my smile comes from also realizing that it isn’t all that bad.

Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word ‘spirit’.

Winter’s Breathing Turns the Trees

One Half-Dozen Red Roses

Roses are red
With all we’ve been through
Those many long decades
Are roses on you

Roses grew red
Violets turned blue
Fresh dreams with springtime
Still blossom from you

Roses are red
Ocean’s green hue
Shines with those seagulls
Who wander by you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Winter has happened
And snow’s falling too

Roses are red
Cards slip like new
That ace up my sleeve
Turned into a two

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The last of my roses
I'm giving to you

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Red Flag

A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published yesterday in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.

Walking – Published in Ancient Paths

A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published today in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.

Blurred

Roses are red
Violets are blue
All that goes blurry
Gets clearer with you

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Prompt with the theme ‘Blurred’. And linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile since I realized that any of us being here at all would be miraculous. What made me smile about that was we actually are here.

Not So Blurry
Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Surreal Rhyming Nonsense

Today what rhymes may seem surreal
With culture preaching, “People, Kneel.
Meter’s there to mess your mind.
You dared to look? Then dare to find."

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme ‘surreal’. I don’t know if this poem is surreal or not but it makes significantly less sense now than it did when I wrote it a few minutes ago so perhaps it is.

Yellow Umbrellas