Serving underneath my feet
Holding on along the side
Often magically complete:
Every fairy tale’s a treat,
Sweet or terrified.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the theme “shoes”. This poem uses the “acrostic” form which I will feature this Thursday on dVerse. I am practicing using it.
Photo: “Blue Sky With People Wearing Shoes” by the author linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “blue”. I took the photo at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
All I know seems here right now.
So much I have forgot.
So much I also learned somehow.
Deep blue deceives me not.
Linked to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, Day Eleven wondering if all of me returned.
Photo: “Blue and Yellow Flowers” by the author linked to Nick V’s Friday Floral Fotos.
Yellows aim so all can see.
Wind flips them about.
Greens believe they cannot fail.
They motivate no doubt.
Purples, whites and reds proclaim:
“Sail your colors high!”
Green below greets blue above
To praise fresh evening sky.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Kim of writinginnorthnorfolk.com hosts with the theme of strong verbs about landscapes. Come join us!
Photo: “Wild Blooming”, above, and “Summer Flowers”, the collage below, by the author.
Their beauty’s only here for days.
Their pretty ways
We want to last
Too soon have passed.
Like every joy we’ve tried to hold,
Like yellow gold,
Like dreams come true
Come touched by blue.
The flowers tried. We’re on their sides.
The present hides
Yet yearns to show
Where all dreams go.
I am hosting today at dVerse. The form is the minute form illustrated above. You can find directions on how to write this at http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html.
Photo: “Yellow Blooms” by the author and linked to jasenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge — Yellow.
I also linked this to Floral Friday Fotos.
I drink coffee and think of a handmade, blue cup that I used for decades. That cup felt right for my fingers and mouth. I remember being told how it fell and how the handle broke off while I was away. Were I home I would have tried repairing it (without success), but it was thrown away. I did not complain. One can always buy another cup, even a technically better one, like the one I am using now, handmade and blue.
I see wrinkles change the smoothness of my skin. They’re not like cracks in pottery. They age well or not so well. What makes them age well is worth more than the gold that I have heard some use to repair a beloved cup and it cannot be bought. Whether mine have aged well or not, teenage cashiers now give me the senior discount I didn’t even know existed.
COFFEE HELD IN BLUE
SUMMER HELD IN HEATED AIR
BLUE LIKE OCEAN WRINKLES.
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Grace with the prompt “Kintsugi: The Art of Broken Pieces”.
Photo: “Low Tide Atlantic Ocean” by the author taken at Myrtle Beach,
North South Carolina.
At first you sense a peaceful, cooler green
Than jealousy can fake within its eyes,
And then a calmer red with no disguise
That anger has to wear when it is seen.
When blue becomes delightful, sparkling bright,
Beyond what reason’s ramblings can achieve,
Then violet turns away from time and leaves
You knowing there’s no need to fear the night.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Michelle (Mish) with prompt: “Write a poem about something abstract using one or more senses”.
Photo: “Colorful” by the author. The photo was taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
I’ll cartoon all the things we do.
I’ll place me by your side.
I’ll make some funny jokes for you.
Together we will hide
Until you ride away from me
And freedom says we’re through.
Though speckled green with jealousy
My happy skies stay blue.
Linked to dVerse Meet the Bar with Expressionism hosted by Björn Rudberg.
The “I” in the poem is fictional. However, I kind of like to think this is how I would behave.