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.

Pebbles

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.

Through Waves of Water

Wings Across the Sky

Inner guidance, help me see
Right across the sky.
May what’s best above come true
Even what I didn’t do
Even when I didn’t try.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Wings Across the Sky”.  Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays where she describes trusting in her inner guidance.

Photos: “Wings Above the Water”, above, and “Wings Go for the Sky”, below.

Wings Go for the Sky

Epic Workplace

Eric was a loner. That’s why he liked people. They were rare like deer or bear in the distance. He took a break from thinning paper company land with brush saw holstered on his back and his head lost in his helmet.

He saw the hikers coming. One of them asked him if they were still on the Appalachian Trail. “Yes! Keep going. It’s right over there.” The trail wasn’t easy to see.

Eric wondered why people walked that trail, but he was glad to see them. He was glad he could give someone good directions on their way.

Story: Linked to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch. The prompt this week is “epic workplace”. Stories must be exactly 99 words.

Photos: “Almost Floating”, above, and “Light in the Center of the Forest”, below.

Light in the Center of the Forest

Morning

I wake to thunder and shivers of lightning through the window. The rhythmic sound of rain comes and goes. The sky surrenders with its tears.

Will I find the right words today? I only need to risk a few. Some come to me like soothing rain perhaps through the storm clouds of my dreams. I wonder, will they do?

Today, depending on how long the sky needs, the Sun may stay behind the clouds holding the sky in warm embrace forgiving the sky for all those doubts.

morning thunderstorm
rain weeps summer’s sun away
autumn starts to fall

Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Mish is hosting with the theme of “morning”.  I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Tomorrow I will be hosting dVerse Poetics with the theme of frustration and heartbreak featuring Gerard Manley Hopkin’s poem “Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend” and Dionne Warwick singing the Bee Gee’s “Heartbreaker“.

Photos: “Early Morning”, above, “Morning Shadows and Reflections”, below.

News: My poem “Boundaries” appeared in the current issue of The Lyric.

Morning Shadows and Reflections

Bugs

Much of me’s a home for bugs,
The kind that I can’t see.
They’re in, about and all around.
They’re happy in the home they’ve found:
Their home sweet home is me.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “creepy crawlies”. The reference in the poem is to the “holobiome” mentioned by Steven Gundry in “The Plant Paradox”.

Beetle

Schrodinger’s Mouse

Being cats, being smart, his cats would
Run away since he’s up to no good.
“I’ll try mice! Ah! They squeak!
Now I won’t have to peek.”
Even mice ran when they understood.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with a call for poems using onomatopeia. I think “squeak” qualifies. Maybe “peek”? Reading Silver Gardenia’s poem “New Tricks” linked to Tuesday’s dVerse Poetics gave me the idea of associating mice rather than cats with Schrodinger.

Photos: “Incoming Storm”, above, “If the Mice Don’t Work Here are Some Geese”, below.

If the Mice Don't Work Here are Some Geese