I saw her
In the living room
Heard she died.
Wipe away the guilt and gloom.
Go with peace inside.
Photos: “Light in Snow”, above, “Snow Up Close”, below.
Snow wraps white.
Sky beams blue.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting and the theme is brevity with poems five lines or less. There are no other constraints. The pub opens at 3:00 PM EST.
Photos: “Sidewalk and Freshly Plowed Snow”, above, and “Winter Sunset”, below, linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “in my life”.
The Earth wears cloudy sunglasses today
And smiles as warmth gets through to us today.
The wind sleeps all the afternoon away
And trees have nothing much to do today.
The Earth eclipsed the Moon last night and may
Bare trees eclipse the Sun’s dim light today.
Flying birds herd like a song. They sway.
I wish my camera would turn on today.
Forgive that camera. Now, enjoy their play.
You saw them, Frank. That’s all that counts today.
Photos: “Winter Sun Through Trees”, above, and “Earth Wears Cloudy Sunglasses”, 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.
Photo: “This bird knows I’m watching it”, above, and “I don’t blame this bird for flying off”, below.
One fall when leaves were gone the clearings came. Those worth the haul were taken, but the rest would have to carry on. As if a flame had come to burn this forest’s ancient best, the parent trees, the wisdom they possessed, the ground turned bare as youthful family trees preserved their hold on Earth tenaciously.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar with Bjorn hosting on the theme of silence. I formatted the Chaucerian stanza as prose to highlight where I would expect a reader to enjoy the silence. I use line breaks to mark the completion of metrical patterns not to indicate silence although sometimes I run out of breath and need to pause before I carry on.
Photo: “Thinning” by the author.
Seagulls with their points of view
Sometimes don’t agree.
The Sun that warms them loves them, too,
Chanting by the sea.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Victoria is hosting with the theme symbolism. Hopefully these seagulls symbolize something besides seagulls which may not always be pleasant. I see them as enchanters of earth, sea and sunny sky.
Photo: “Seagulls in the Sun” by the author.
The weather is too cold, too hot, too wet, too dry but something, since there’s room, if only rock, may call it home and welcome passing waves of water, air and other life although what comes may soon move on. Its welcome doesn’t mind the moving on. It’s glad to serve as ground.
We build out there where weather’s hot or cold or wet or dry like plants that cuddle sheltered by the cracks from waves of water, air and other life. It’s bleak but something calls this pure space home and some proclaim this home a sacred place.
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the prompt.