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.
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.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 