Our lives seem flippant, short and free. We need some rules and if you find One that might work, slow down. Be kind. Don’t fight for every cause you see For some turn sour eventually. So stand up strong for what is right. Obediently praise the light, But fear that foul self-righteousness. Out back’s a bucket for such mess With soap to make your stained clothes bright.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “kind” as a rhyme work in either line 2 or 3.
While cruising down the road to hell I saw an exit, took it, and, though slow and narrow, winding, too, I knew that this back road would do.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Rough around the edges, Smoother where it shows - Plants know well how rough we get. Make room. Watch out. They'll grow.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “the rough with the smooth”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The weeks go by and I have the same things to smile about – pleasant social relationships (although modified by social distancing) and we are able to take walks. I have been to the forest preserve multiple times.
Rocky islets, setting sun, Someone’s near the shore - A twilit beach would be in reach If I picked that door.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Sue Vincent provided the photo above for this challenge.
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.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 