Stories finally told are secrets finally shared.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday – Misty Mountain Morning
Blame and Forgiveness
Although it’s faster to forget
And bury passing pain,
There’s much in blame that I regret.
The storm outside’s not over yet.
May clouds transform with rain.
I am hosting today at dVerse with the theme of blame and forgiveness, either or both, any form or no form, confessional or not. Come join us!
This is also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Changing Clouds
I meet a crowded, free-board bus
Fantasizing all of us
As travelers taken by the hand
Unaware of where we’ll land.
Does no death bring me to my knees
Except my own? Delusion sees,
Sipping clouds that wander by,
Wonder neither how nor why.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Moving clouds, a heavenly perspective”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where Mish is hosting with the keyword “sip”.
Remnants of Grandma’s Parlor by Doris B. Myers
A painting by Doris Myers
Memories are the remnants of Grandma's Parlor, shining through like a full moon on a fall night A settee with horse hair batting, upright piano, marble top stand, cane chairs, lace curtains and area rug Parlor protected, saved only for Sundays
Poem and artwork by Doris B. Myers. Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
Detail of a painting by Doris Myers
Leaves
Many leaves turn out to be like the others on the tree and make it beautiful to see.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Games Night
Diablo, you old God of War,
How we quake when you want more.
Militantly ignorant,
Losing all you’re looking for.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where SarahSouthWest is hosting with the theme to use three names of video games from a list somehow in a poem. I picked Diablo, God of War and Quake although I haven’t played any of them. The “militantly ignorant” comes from M. Scott Peck’s description of evil in Further Along the Road Less Traveled, which I found in a used collection of books a few days ago.
Sublimely Structural
Not the branch nor the tree
Dancing leaves majestically
Do their small but useful part
To green the ground with mystery.
The wind may kiss us on the fly.
We catch caresses from the sky.
Sublimely structural - stay low
To aim our treasures high.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “sublimely structural”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “kiss”.
One-Liner Wednesday – Test of Vision
We haven’t seen the real world until we’ve seen it as beautiful.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. (By accident I scheduled two for today.)
Toys
We had few toys. The mud pies that we made
We’d sell for mud-pie cash or try to trade
For treasures that would fortify wild dreams
That didn’t need much more than that we played.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “toys”. The The photo below is a hiking trail through a golf course which may be a kind of toy. I don’t golf, but I do walk this trail. The featured photo are the eyes of a beautiful troll we bought many years ago made by 5 Arts Studio in Cosby, TN.
I am also linking to dVerse Poetry Forms where I am hosting during February on the ruba’i quatrain form.
Walking Home
Warm it was, your mother’s hand.
She waited at the school bus stand.
You won’t believe how young she was
When dreams caressed your cheek unplanned.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms. I am hosting at dVerse with the ruba’i or rubaiyat form.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 