I knew it was a common bird That helped me build a nice display. I took the photo anyway. I wanted truth to match the word In fullness that was not absurd. It made no sound. It didn't sing. It might have sung of anything, But flew away. The sun will set. Before it does I want to get Prepared to be the gift I bring.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge word is “bird”.
A vista shows us more than we Can gather in our hands. It’s there and there majestically. We gasp and understand.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Write Photo Prompt. The image above was provided by Sue Vincent.
The cloudy image on the lake Comes from the gracious morning light We left the darkness of the night, Became aware of what’s at stake. We now renew, rejoice, remake, Reflect on what we know as true. Our part seems small, like morning dew, But later when the victory’s won We may find out it was well done And fully know and be known too.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge with the word “true” appearing as one of the rhyme words in the c stanza. The full pattern is abbaaccddc.
Attracted by the morning sun And by the people who Toss wondrous crumbs into the sky That every bird with brains must try. What else is there to do?
Today, I’m glad and feeling fine. My thoughts are cloud-free clear. Tomorrow rain may soak my roots Nourishing those fresh young shoots While I am standing here.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “a wet weekend”. My weekend was more like the photo below than the one above, but they both have water in them.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I have been taking this past week morning walks starting around 5:15 AM to watch the sun rise in Techny Park (Northbrook, Illinois). Watching it rise through the trees and then being reflected on the pond has made me smile.
Morning sun in neighbor’s window, Pond reflects the cloudy sky. Should I search, distort the season, Expose the surface, buttress reason? Look. Stay true. Don’t fear the why.
How purely does the heather bloom With humble, purple praise. Delight in sunshine on the hill. Distant clouds do as they will. Dreams refresh our days.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. The photo above comes from Sue Vincent as the theme for this prompt.
A steward cares for what he does Not own. And if we'd dare unwind The miracle, perhaps we’d find The sorry tale of who he was. He left that, who knows where, because The Spirit’s wind blew long ago. Why did it come? He does not know. He’s glad, more glad than anything That used to make him smile or sing - Across his life such breath would blow.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge. The prompt word is “wind” to be used as the rhyme in the second or third line of this ten-line poetic form having eight syllables per line and a rhyme pattern of abbaaccddc. I used it as “unwind” in the second line.
Rippling water Rippling beach Calm and sunlight Within reach
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt “Silver”.
Oh, that is a blessed story. Defeated, now arise, renew, Unchained, inspired, come ride on through Darkened, deadly territory. Everlasting praise and glory - How light prepares the morning's run And nighttime rivals daytime's sun. Breathing freely and rejoicing Singing words we all are voicing This story ends. It's never done.
Linked the Ronovan Writes where the theme is to use “story” and an A or C rhyme in a Décima, a 10-line poem in 8-syllable lines with rhyme scheme ABBAACCDDC with optional stanza break after the fourth line.
The illustrations are some of my photos while walking in the neighborhoods of Miami Beach. They may or may not relate to the poem depending on your imagination.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 