The change I’d face began to dawn Though hidden by dark cloudy seas, A flood with opportunities That I would miss when I moved on. They vanished when they saw I'd gone. Why did I leave them? I don’t know. I watched and waited, wanted so To make it right, at last renew, Have something in my hand that’s true, But in the end I let them go.
Umbrellas aiming to the sky Are open on the beach. Some are yellow, some are blue, Some are multicolored too, Smiling within reach.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme “midsummer”.
Linked also to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I was wondering what made me smile this past week of midsummer and then our daughters texted me, “Happy Father’s Day!!”. There it was. That made me smile.
Anywhere that green can grow It sends its roots to make a stand. It’s open to the darker land Where roots grasp earth and do not show While leaves enjoy the sun’s warm flow. Red and other colors spill Their envy on green's living will. Love is what the faithful do. Repenting helps the world renew - Remove the rot, make room and fill.
The up and down of beating drums are heard across the lake As falsehood twists the message and the drummers take no break. The solid door, self-righteousness, defends. It’s locked to win. Convinced that truth rests safe inside is where truth can’t get in.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting with the word “drum”.
The shadowed edge Where dark blocks light Shows warmth of day On fading night
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “shadows and silhouettes”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The beaches opened on Friday. I waded in very warm water on Saturday, a beautiful day, and smiled.
I woke up to a risen sun And clouds consumed with gray. I take a pen and start to write. In spite of charms from morning light I haven’t much to say. I often blame this on my brain. Why pace so, to and fro? Impatiently I start to stress. Persistence generates a mess Then drains. I watch it go. Another stanza? Oh, why not? I have a lot of time. I scribble some and cross that out Then doubt what it was all about. At least I still can rhyme.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
I noticed from Kim M. Russell’s post that we each have poems in Visual Verse this month. My submission is Birds, Cats and Dogs. A poem by Jane Dougherty is also there. Visual Verse sends an email with an illustration at the beginning of the month. Poets are limited to 50-500 words and one hour to complete a poem. At the top of the page is a “Newsletter” link that you can use to get on their email list.
What she did so long ago, Or didn’t do, we now don’t know. She tripped some dudes and others who With twisted true-false love were bled. By some stone of one marked dead she stopped When all that no one knows of her was through.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury offers the challenge to imagine the life of a deceased person. I imagined the lady in Longfellow’s In the Churchyard at Cambridge.
The ocean’s gray without its blue And gray without the people, too. But I’m not feeling all that gray. I got through May. I'll go for June.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “shades of gray”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What’s there to smile about? Well, we’re still here. I got my life reorganized a bit, true, but perhaps that was all for the better. I need to do some housecleaning every once in a while. And this past week it did rain a lot. That made me think of hurricanes and Noah’s Ark until I saw the double rainbow in the east.
Oh how wicked fast these ancient lizards run. Do they love this rainy weather like I do - Crash and freaky lightning, rainbow when it’s done? Seeing makes us pause our steps. Who will go through? Phone in hand, he waits to let me take some shots. Off he pounces under plants with water blue.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting with the theme of rain.
Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. It is the last hour of the prompt where I am hosting on the theme of tercets.
Those whose eyes refuse to see the sunshine will Not see the moon rise slippery on the waters. Evenings darken waves on oceans wild or still. Before that night falls may my fresh eyes see And not ignore the ancient moon that follows me.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the word “slip”.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 