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”.
Rainy, rainy drips and drops
flushed from cloudy water spouts
down and down until it stops.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.
Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.
So many rooms I used to know They all had much I miss. Their windows, floors and doors would flow With breathing just like this.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Laura Bloomsbury is hosting with the theme of “rooms”.
Those boxed rectangles with bland colors offer some differentiation but that’s not enough. The white is what’s important not what steps on it to stand out.
Unless those squares let white show through, there’s nothing they can do except to blandly block the view.
But then I heard and understood. It’s not those ghostly squares. They’re the victims. It’s that deathly white itself, the very stuff I thought was pure. I almost didn’t see it. Now I do, burying, as if it could, the light that would shine through.
Empty restaurants
Birds will nest in time for spring
Water flows and falls
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Kim Russell is hosting with the theme of Piet Mondrian’s ‘Broadway Boogie Woogie’.
New York City from the Empire State Building
So many geometric shapes! I toss the ones that will not do. I take the lighter ones with smiles And these I set in upright piles As markers for my trail to you.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “geometric shapes”.
Linked also to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I have long realized that when my poems get shorter and shorter they become more like nursery rhymes. This past week that realization made me smile all the more.
raindrops rainbow storms boom and blow rumblings and flow of watery blue so much I don't know
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Frank Tassone is hosting with five line Japanese forms. I picked the gogyokha since the only constraint appeared to be having five lines.
A portal really is a door, A hole in solid wall. A window shows us somewhat more, But there is nothing like a door To make us stand up tall. Of course, we have to open it. Oh, how we love the chair. The monitor suggests we sit. The door insists we open it And wander on out there.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the theme of portals.
On beaches blocked and empty Oceans still will drum. Seagulls once searched on this shore For bread crumbs. They can find no more. The sun turns slowly bright To fix the morning with daylight Discharging darker dreams of night. The gulls arise and soar.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “fix”.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “The World In Lockdown”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I noticed this past week that the beaches are still closed, but the boardwalks are open. I do prefer walking on the boardwalks’ hard surfaces than on the soft sand, but the sand with bare feet washed by the waves is nice too. Things will change in ways I can’t imagine perhaps for the better and the thought of that makes me smile.
Like Solomon I’ll ask for Wisdom, too, Since what I knew before as true is not - Not true enough, that is, perhaps, not true And that is what I know will never do.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Mish is hosting.
I took all the photos in the summer of last year.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 