Poetry – Page 56 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

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On a morning walk I am like a bee in search of nectar knowing this richness hides behind color, knowing it could be anywhere and then seeing it, there, right there, in one flower with yellow petals and drops of dew. I put the phone close to it and take a picture trying to see the drops of dew on the leaves but who knows what the photo will show? It isn’t me looking anymore.

Or there it is, in that one tree, in the distance blessed with morning sunbeams, surrounded by the branches and trunk of a nearby tree and below by a soccer field, standing out as one among many trees right now. Even the mistiness of this morning singles this one tree out hiding all those in the background. Just one tree, right now, over there, and why do my eyes find it so beautiful?

YELLOW BLOOMS ATTRACT
LIKE GREEN THIS MISTY MORNING
SUMMER SAYS GOODBYE

Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where qbit/Randall is hosting with the theme of one’s self en masse.

Photos: “Soccer Field in the Morning”, above, and “Each One”, below.

Final Light

The Sun smiles on the rising dew
That turns to mist as Joe walks through.
Dreams do not come realized.
Mary waits with patient eyes
And trusts in what they’ve done.
When they knew the monsters won,
When terrors came to own their town,
When death appeared to take them down
They walked obeying mother’s call.

Let mountains from the heavens fall.
The final light is what they’ll find
Forgiving all they’ve left behind.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn hosts with the theme of narrative poetry. I hope this poem is narrative enough. This is also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Morning Fog”, above, “Misty Sunrise”, below.

One-Liner Wednesday — Nutty Nonsense

Aligned and neatly polarized we felt our hatred grow. Logic’s nonsense helped us out. It told us what it’s all about and let our madness show.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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Mindful In My Hand

This tiny notebook that is in my hand
Contains this poem written here for you.
It won’t take long. I’ll tire of it, too,
But when it’s done, we’ll put it all away
And watch the sun explore another day.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of mindfully writing about something in one’s hand.

One-Liner Wednesday — Doors and Walls

The prison key of precious jade
Locked doors of duty finely made.
Love arrived, revised the spell.
The doors survived. The walls though fell.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Circus

My circus has the highest tent,
The wildest acts of all.
The tent’s the sky.
The birds up high,
They show the way to loop and fly.
They never fear to fall.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting and the theme is circus.

Photos: “I’d Get Dizzy Doing That”, above, and “The Birds Wouldn’t Sit Still So I Took a Picture of This Bee”, below.

The Onset of Autumn

The heat says summer still is here
But autumn’s on its way.
The trend will change and when it does
I won’t know why it does because
I thought the trend would stay.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

Photos: “Dark Leaves and Bright Sky”, above, “Fence and Field After Mowing”, below.

A, B, C, D, E and F

After all the pleasures here,
Before new wonders I might fear
Can I feel the present bliss
Donning on the now like this?
Even when fresh hope feels gone
Find there’s hope that lingers on.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Lillian is hosting with alphabet sestets.

Photos: “Water Plants”, above, and “Vine”, below.

Free (Revision)

This is linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting. The theme is to take a post from a year ago and post a revision of it. On September 11th, 2017, I posted a poem called “Free”. Here is a new version.

New Version

I wonder what this fall will bring
When wind caresses me.
Waves come when the oceans sing
Yearning to be free.

Winter comes to freeze my dreams.
There’s nothing I need do.
The hardest lesson left to learn
Is letting love’s warmth through.

Original Version

My heart felt peaceful but constrained.
The wind blew over me.
The waves hit hard. The land complained.
I wanted to be free.

Eventually through darkened night
The waves revised their song.
I assumed it’s now all right
Though some say it’s still wrong.

Quick

Right here, right now, this steady place
Is where I get to see your face.
There’s nowhere I would rather be.
Where else would I feel more like me?
What fancy blooms our Spring put on!
Quick! Late Summer’s grace will soon be gone.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts at dVerse and the word for the quadrille is “quick”.

Photos: “September Scene”, above, “Through Waves of Water”, below.