Poetry – Page 43 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Color

Happiness will help one glow.
Happiness may not come though
One does what one thinks one should do
As colors blend with others new
Cycling through the ever same
Rebuked, reformed then round again.
Winter’s whiteness stays a while
Awaiting one more happy smile.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. This week the theme is ‘Color My World’.

Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Lillian is hosting with the word “glow”.

It is also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. This past week the answers to a couple of questions on Quora suddenly made sense to me. There is nothing like understanding something (finally) to make me smile.

Cloudy

The sun comes rising from the sea,
A sometimes cloudy mystery
And sometimes not. It feels OK
To sit near terns who watch with me.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.

Echo

Autumn echoes summer.
It echoes winter too.
May I echo only good
In what I choose to do.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Merril hosts with the theme “echo”. I hope this echoes the prompt.

Talking

May the thought
My words have brought
Be pure
Like morning air.

It’s always you
I’m talking to
No matter who
Is there.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Amaya is hosting asking us to use ‘apostrophe’ in a poem. She describes it as “simply an address to someone not present or to an abstract concept”.

Fearless

Fearless since what’s there to fear
Yet fearful of what might appear
But likely won’t. With death around
May Christmas cheer help hope abound.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Laura Bloomsbury is hosting with a list of words ending in ‘less’ to include in a poem along with, hopefully, “a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!” I picked the word ‘fearless’.

Winter’s Breath

Winter turns the spirit out.
Leaves go red and fall.
Snowy silence sits about.
I wonder at it all,
But know the proof comes in the spring
When leaves and flowers bloom
When birds again have warmth to sing
And outside’s like a room.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “The Coming of Winter/Winter’s Breath” or “Playing with Light”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I realized that I don’t understand all that I think I do. No matter how bad that might seem, my smile comes from also realizing that it isn’t all that bad.

Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word ‘spirit’.

One Half-Dozen Red Roses

Roses are red
With all we’ve been through
Those many long decades
Are roses on you

Roses grew red
Violets turned blue
Fresh dreams with springtime
Still blossom from you

Roses are red
Ocean’s green hue
Shines with those seagulls
Who wander by you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Winter has happened
And snow’s falling too

Roses are red
Cards slip like new
That ace up my sleeve
Turned into a two

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The last of my roses
I'm giving to you

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to all!

A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published yesterday in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.

Walking – Published in Ancient Paths

A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published today in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.

Blurred

Roses are red
Violets are blue
All that goes blurry
Gets clearer with you

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Prompt with the theme ‘Blurred’. And linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile since I realized that any of us being here at all would be miraculous. What made me smile about that was we actually are here.

Surreal Rhyming Nonsense

Today what rhymes may seem surreal
With culture preaching, “People, Kneel.
Meter’s there to mess your mind.
You dared to look? Then dare to find."

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme ‘surreal’. I don’t know if this poem is surreal or not but it makes significantly less sense now than it did when I wrote it a few minutes ago so perhaps it is.