Seasons bring their offerings, Presents with a bow. Open daily one by one. Awaken like a morning sun. Some light will help one know.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting.
Autumn Forest Winter Snow
Tag: dVerse Open Link Night
Cloudy
The sun comes rising from the sea, A sometimes cloudy mystery And sometimes not. It feels OK To sit near terns who watch with me.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
One Half-Dozen Red Roses
Roses are red
With all we’ve been through
Those many long decades
Are roses on you
Roses grew red
Violets turned blue
Fresh dreams with springtime
Still blossom from you
Roses are red
Ocean’s green hue
Shines with those seagulls
Who wander by you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Winter has happened
And snow’s falling too
Roses are red
Cards slip like new
That ace up my sleeve
Turned into a two
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The last of my roses
I'm giving to you
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published yesterday in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.
Chivalry
Knightly habits sharply scheming,
Fighting boldly, mercy beaming,
Virtue, villains, birthing meaning,
Serving while awake or dreaming
Guard us through the dark of night.
When the evil one has ended
Wars turn peaceful, we’re befriended.
Springtime comes and it is splendid.
Guide us still by shining light.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme of ‘birth’. Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Lillian is hosting. The poem is an attempt to imitate the meter and rhyme pattern of Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott.
Autumn Gratitude
Colder weather, cloudy skies,
Foliage brilliant to the eyes.
Liked to dVerse Open Link Night. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting.
Dreaming of Winter
Leaves are turning red in fall.
Watch the geese go somewhere new.
With a conscience true may all
Of winter’s sorrows not turn you.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Lillian is hosting.
Strength
Alone my strength is weakness,
Like mist to fog the mind.
Through fresher eyes I realize
I’ve wandered with the blind.
The trees in morning sunrise
Stand tall to smile in rain.
The waters show from down below
Spring calm will come again.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night and Poetry Forms.
Heartbreak
I can imagine the despair of the Israelites fleeing Egypt only to be trapped by the Red Sea. We forget that even what’s ordinary like fleeing from slavery or building a home is ultimately outside our abilities. Our efforts bring heartbreak. As we walk submission and obedience permit those seas to be parted.
The beauty of the impossible is that we cannot walk through walls of water on our own. We have to allow the love that is stronger than the universe to open the door.
Happy Passover - Happy Easter
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night as aphoristic prose poetry.
Words
Words would try to touch the heart of it.
They vaguely churn weak hopes that that will do.
Doing so is but a part of it.
Experts draw and make a chart of it,
Push away what clearly won’t go through.
Words would try to touch the heart of it.
The sound of words, a pleasing start of it,
May tease with pleasure seeking what is true.
Doing so is but a part of it.
Fancy words entail what's smart in it
And fool us with a wave of wisdom, too.
Words would try to touch the heart of it.
Guilt appears like broken art in it,
Displays a glimpse of past for us to rue.
Doing so is but a part of it.
So, come, forgiveness, fill your cart with it.
Keep the future open to what’s new.
Words would try to touch the heart of it,
But love protects the deepest part of it.
A villanelle linked to Sarah’s Forms for All and dVerse Meeting the Bar where Grace is hosting with the theme of rhyme and slant rhyme.
Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Miracle
Forgiveness is a miracle that we
Might not deserve, but it comes anyway.
Before it comes we doubt and skeptically
Confuse forever with some years delay,
Or maybe decades, centuries–or days.
But when it comes we’re awed to feel it bring
The peace that lets us breathe, and breathing, sing.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace will be hosting and the pub opens at 3:00 PM EST. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Geometry”, above, and “Up-close Crystal”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 