The fantasy of stony stuff
Is that it counts more real
Than anything that we can know
By feeling how we feel.
Text: I am linking the poem to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Gayle.
Photos: I am linking the two photos, “Pebbles”, above, and “Stones”, below, to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “stones”.
What will help me levitate
Above my shallow, mundane state,
Paint my dreams in shocking true
From patient red to brilliant blue?
Where’s the shift that turns the night
Into the mysteries of light
And lets the words that stray today
Be only those you’d have me say?
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of questions.
Photos: “The Shoin House at the Chicago Botanic Garden”, above, and “Morning Observations”, below, by the author.
I rarely descend to the existential depths of metaphysical dread. Why would anyone want to? Besides there’s nothing down there. That’s why it’s dreadful. Why get all miserable over nothing? Sanity stays on the bright surface with the breathable air and the cleansing rain. Or, to put it in other words: don’t look down–the deeper depth is toward the sky. That leads me to my problem. Although I don’t have anything particularly dreadful to write about, which should make the sophisticated and critical reader question my allegiance to the dark side, I no longer have any motivation to shut up.
SMILING LETS ONE BE
SEASONS’ PLAYFUL METERS RHYME
TIME TO LIVE FORGIVE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Bjorn is hosting. Toni provided the prompt why do we write in the way we do? I am not sure if I answered it.
I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays because it occurred to me when I woke this morning that if I really want to levitate to a deeper depth I will have to stop weighing myself down with making sure karma is distributed equitably. There’s plenty of karma to go around.
Photos: “Water Flowers”, above, and “At the Chicago Botanic Garden”, below, by the author.
By night your brilliant eyes delight
And wait up late to comfort me.
When the Sun descends you’re bright.
You crowd the Moon with company.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Björn hosts with the theme of creative metaphor. I am hoping the “eyes” are a metaphor for the lights turned on in buildings at night.
Photo: “View from Division and Lasalle in Chicago” by the author and linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “dark”.
Rain is wet like water,
Not so hard as ice,
Not so hot my hand gets hot,
Messy, mostly nice.
The Sun thinks clouds are funny.
They block the warmth of day
Making fantasies up high–
Carousels turn in the sky–
Friendly, flowing play.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and the theme is to put a positive spin on “rain”, “rein” or “reign”. I am also linking this to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. Come join us in writing for these prompts.
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the #writephoto prompt.
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.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson here (WhimsyGizmo) is hosting and the word is “free”. For what it’s worth, I don’t understand the poem I wrote. I just thought it had a nice enough sound, but I might be wrong.
Photo: “Windy Lake Michigan” by the author.
When it seems all hope is faded, gone,
We must make up our minds to carry on,
As heart beats ever steady as a drum,
As doting doe spurs on her newborn fawn.
Hope’s a minstrel with a song for some
Whose ears can hear those gentle fingers strum.
No matter how mundane the morning dawn
The mystery of all is it has come.
Text: This is a collaboration with Jenna (Revived Writer) who wrote the first rubai in bold red as part of Jilly’s September Challenge — Casting Bricks. I have also linked this with dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
Is someone out there looking back when we
Look out observing all those mindless things?
Those fantasies we know we truly see
Are changing through Newtonian alchemy,
But then we hear as deeper magic sings.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Paul is hosting with the theme “magic”.
Photo: “Pond Inside the Lincoln Park Conservatory” by the author and linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “water”.
Autumn changes focus on school schedules and condo movements, but now for our children, not for us. It’s the same with Spring. In between these events, like sunlight going through the leaves of trees, there is viewing the lake and parkways where trees can reach for the sun because the buildings are small enough for them to have a chance.
LIGHT THROUGH PATIENT TREES
BUILDINGS BLOCK THE AUTUMN SKY
BOTH PROVIDE COOL SHADE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Toni is hosting with the theme “season changes”.
Linked to Jilly’s Casting Bricks – September Challenge. Consider this one part (first or second) of a double haibun and add another haibun.
Photo: “Sidewalk Flower with Dark Sun” below by the author linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Let the Sun Shine in” and Mundane Monday.
Bright noon, day,
Laughter, play
On through night
On fresh sight,
Moon-round light.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today. The form is the acrostic.
Photo: “Bright Bloom Day” taken by the author at the Chicago Botanic Garden and linked to Floral Friday Fotos.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 