Coming up from stress for air,
Breathing deeply standing there,
Wond’ring if I understood–
Yes! I did. It all was good.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today featuring the tanaga form. This form has four-line stanzas with seven syllables per line. It also permits varied rhyme patterns. For the challenge the only requirement is to construct a poem inspired by the tanaga form. It need not be an actual tanaga.
Photos: “View from the Top”, above, and “Deep Red Trail”, below.
Tell the monsters they’re forgiven. They won’t understand but maybe you will.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
I might add, if you do take my advice and talk to those monsters, don’t get too close.
Swinging from the family tree
Learning that the mystery
Isn’t what we have to know
But the joy when we let go.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of spring. Of the photos she provided for inspiration, I was thinking of the one with the two children swinging from a tree. The form of this poem is a tanaga. I will feature it on Thursday.
Photos: “Bird in Tree”, above, and the swing Lillian features, middle, and “Somewhere in Colorado Springs”, below.
Perfect as an egg-round sign
Smoothly futures realign
With whatever comes our way–
Dreaming, waking, walking play.
Take my hand till you have grown.
Soon you will walk on your own.
Fortune will be yours to keep.
Mine was blessed to guard your sleep.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “egg”. The form of this poem is a tanaga.
Photos: “Lake”, above, and “River”, below.
When bright flowers bloom in Spring
Anxiousness leaves everything.
Now the light is safe to see.
Shadows seem like history.
Text: This is an example of the tanaga form. I will be featuring this form on Thursday at the dVerse Meeting the Bar at 3PM EST.
Photos: “Shadow and Light”, above, and “Shadow, Green and Red”, below, I’m linking to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “notions of shadow and light”.
Some use their souls to say there is no soul. Some use their freedom claiming we’re machines denying what we know of mystery. It’s hard to tell which hell builds bigger walls to bar eternity.
There’s time to walk if we can’t run. There’s time for trees and standing still. Eternity comes passing through, patiently as sparrows do, singing pleasantly.
CHILLY EQUINOX
COMING COLD OR COMING SPRING
SPARROWS BRING NEW SOUND
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Bjorn is hosting. I am late for dVerse Poetics where Paul was hosting, but I am using Paul’s theme of “soul”.
Photos: “Lake Michigan at Evanston”, above, and “Lake Michigan from a Park”, below.
There’s nothing like a mountain to make one want to climb.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
By second grade I learned to write well enough to make short sentences. My teacher wrote that they were “Very good”. So, I wrote more and I showed them to her. She gave me another sheet of paper which encouraged me. My third grade teacher was less impressed. I stopped showing her what I wrote. That gave her more time to focus on what was bothering her.
I am older now than either of those teachers were and I realize that I’ve been like both of them at different times of my life, sometimes unreasonably patient and other times unforgivably impatient. Looking back. I forgive the impatience in my third grade teacher and hope I can forgive it in myself as well. I understand the many reasons for impatience that torment adults. I hope her life was happy because today she looks more like my daughter than a teacher.
Given all the reasons for impatience, it amazes me that any of us are blessed enough to enjoy any patience. Nonetheless there it is again as a commonplace miracle.
MOTHER SAVES THE WORK
FLOWERS YEARN TO BLOOM AGAIN
LATER OLD LEAVES FADE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where Toni is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Very Good”, above, and “Alice in Wonderland”, below.
Breathing, walking, here today.
What comes next is on its way.
Winter here’s a cold, white play.
Spring hints there’ll be more to say.
Text: A one stanza tanaga.
Photos: “Trees Waking Up By Lake Michigan”, above, and “Looking Through a Tree”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “a hint of spring”.
I saw her
In the living room
Before I
Heard she died.
Wipe away the guilt and gloom.
Go with peace inside.
Text: Linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays and dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting featuring the shadorma poetry form.
Photos: “Light in Snow”, above, “Snow Up Close”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 