Although the sky comes dressed in clouds
The Sun remains above.
Although the blue stays far away
There’s nothing there but love.
Photo: This is Sue Vincent’s photo for use with her prompt.
I hold you with an aging hand.
Winter let go fall.
Even sparrows understand.
It takes no time at all.
Eyes and hands recall.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Kim is hosting. I am aiming for brevity in this poem. In particular I want to use no more than five lines. I hope to present brevity as a challenge for next week’s Meeting the Bar.
Photos: “Snow and Shadow”, above, “Blooming Together”, below.
Pigeons stick together waving through the sky.
Seagulls wander off alone aiming their dreams high.
Plovers busy with the shore flitter now and then.
Terns wait by serenely. The Sun will rise again.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting. I am also linking, as gratitude to the Sun for rising, to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Bright Sun”, above, and “Birds Around Me”, below.
Terns wonder what I’m looking at
As I return their stare.
They do not move. They’re in some groove.
I love their goofy hair.
Venus shines but in the Sun.
Mars and Jupiter
Play with the Moon, that crescent Lune,
While wakened seagulls stir.
Waves keep up their wavy stuff.
They lick sand smooth near me.
The patient Sun begins its run
With birds and Moon and sea.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photos: “Royal Terns”, above, and “Birds, Sun and Sea”, below.
Some would say they know the Moon.
They’ve data they can show,
But when they look
And close the book,
What is it that they know?
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo as the #writephoto prompt.
News: The new dVerse Anthology Chiaroscuro: Darkness and Light is now available.
What’s real does not bounce particles
Nor swim with random waves.
Its surface swings an open door,
The real’s beyond the object.
Love lifts it, lets us see,
Sustaining every now we know
While veiled majestically.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
Photos: “Overlooking Lake Michigan” by the author.
The pills I pop are not enough
To pop me out of here.
Addictions though prefer the pop
And that is what I fear.
Text: “Monotherapy” is a new word for me and I am not on any pills. I am linking this to dVerse Open Link Night. Toni is hosting.
Photo: I took this photo at Somme Woods Forest Preserve a few weeks ago.