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.
If hope should have small penguin wings,
We’d doubt how well it flies.
We want perspective on what’s true
To filter out the lies.
Alternatively, we may feel
It’s wings are fit to soar.
No matter what we think we know
We’ll trust that it knows more.
That’s why we let the present be.
Hope may fly through gray,
But when we know we’re good and lost
We hope and find some way.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Jill Lyman is hosting asking for a response poem. This poem is a response to Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers”.
Photo: “This bird knows I’m watching it”, above, and “I don’t blame this bird for flying off”, below.
I put the flower in a cup of water so it will not wilt. The cat puts her face in it as well. She wonders what that flower is doing here. The flower isn’t doing anything. It would have preferred to remain where it had been attached to its true source of nourishment and understanding, its roots. They miss each other.
Birds sit on a railing watching me approach. They aren’t struggling to survive. Survival is not that hard. They are not afraid I will pick one of them and put it in a cup of water so it will not wilt. I have no crumbs for them. They don’t mind.
SUMMER FLOWERS CUT
KIKI DRINKS BLOSSOM WATER
BIRDS WATCH AS I WALK.
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Toni is hosting on any topic. Come join us to write a haibun.
Photos: “Kiki Hiding Her Face” and “Birds on Boardwalk”, below, both by the author. These are linked to K’lee and Dale‘s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “faces”. My cat Kiki’s face is hidden. The birds don’t mind showing their faces anywhere.
Jillys2016 offered a July Challenge for collaborative poetry. One poet writes the first half of a poem and then another poet finishes it. My four line poem “Home Tour” may be used for this challenge. Pretend it is supposed to be an eight line poem and write the second half.
Here I try to complete Charley’s first half. Charley’s part is in bold red. It is a quadrille, a poem of 44 words. He provided the first 22 words. I have to add the next 22 words of the poem.
The bird broke
my concentration
when he pecked
the door.
“Anatomy of Melancholy”
from my fingers fell.
Closed, it hit the floor.
The bird came in.
He said, “Lenore.”
I said, “What?”
“Nevermore.”
“Never mind?”
“Anymore.”
I boot¹ the bird
and shut the door.
¹Some may argue that what I should have written is “I shoot the bird”, because it sounds better and that is what they would have done, but I will refrain from comment.
Photo: “Ever Growing” by the author linked to K’lee and Dale‘s Cosmic Photo Challenge on the topic of alien artifacts. I am hoping the pots will serve as alien artifacts where we are the invaders and plants are seeing if they can make use of our advanced technology.
The sky is as blue as it’s sweet
And the birds up above love to tweet
And the grass is as green
As this limerick’s clean
Bathed in sky from its head to its feet.
Photo by Frank Hubeny, “A Flow of Green Hearts”
Whether a feather can help a bird fly
I wonder and doubt though that plane in the sky
Goes faster than birds and weighs more than they do
And that mystery’s something that bothers me, too.
There once was a bird in a nest
Who thought he’d give flying a test.
“Any monkey can fly,”
Thought the bird way up high.
So he tried and he flew like the rest.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 