My circus has the highest tent,
The wildest acts of all.
The tent’s the sky.
The birds up high,
They show the way to loop and fly.
They never fear to fall.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting and the theme is circus.
Photos: “I’d Get Dizzy Doing That”, above, and “The Birds Wouldn’t Sit Still So I Took a Picture of This Bee”, below.
This is linked to dVerse Poetics. is hosting. The theme is to take a post from a year ago and post a revision of it. On September 11th, 2017, I posted a poem called “Free”. Here is a new version.
New Version
I wonder what this fall will bring
When wind caresses me.
Waves come when the oceans sing
Yearning to be free.
Winter comes to freeze my dreams.
There’s nothing I need do.
The hardest lesson left to learn
Is letting love’s warmth through.
Original Version
My heart felt peaceful but constrained.
The wind blew over me.
The waves hit hard. The land complained.
I wanted to be free.
Eventually through darkened night
The waves revised their song.
I assumed it’s now all right
Though some say it’s still wrong.
While walking I recall whom I once was,
Some child, perhaps, more often someone who
Did not do what I now would do, because
At that time that was not what I thought true.
Was that child only me or was it you?
Defiled and broken, not worth much at all,
I catch it in my arms and break its fall.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of giving twisted adages. I twisted the adage “forgive and forget”. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays since the poem was inspired by her four-step practice of forgiveness.
Photos: “Rays and Blue Circle on Green”, above, and “Room to Grow”, below.
Because a yellow road is there
We follow hoping it may lead
To lands beyond our present where
Our dreams may plant a fertile seed.
I would like to grow some brains.
The tin man wants a heart of gold.
The lion wants his fears restrained
And Dorothy would just go home.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Michelle Beauchamp offers us the challenge to pick a character from “The Wizard of Oz” and write from that character’s perspective. I picked the scarecrow.
Photos: “Bridge”, above, and “Trail”, below, taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Long after graduating I would have dreams where I could not find the classroom nor the administration building to get a schedule of the classes I was taking and the semester was coming to a close. This wasn’t a nightmare, but a delightful confusion.
Blooms have won.
Dream away
Summer sun,
Autumn day.
Then I wake up.
Autumn day,
Summer sun
Dream away.
Blooms have won.
I wonder what that dream was trying to tell me, but not for long. Like summer passing into autumn I forget I even had it.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “school”. I wrote the poem as a way to practice writing reverse poetry where part of the poem repeats but with the lines in reverse order. I will be featuring that form at dVerse on Thursday.
Photos: “Blooming’s Done”, above, “Final Blossoms”, below.
There’s magic that we will not see
That monkeys with us all the while.
We think we’ve got it figured out.
Who knows what it is all about?
Fortunately, we still smile.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of what is unseen.
Photos: “Ivy”, above, and “Beetles on a Rose Blossom”, below.
Silence doesn’t make us lonely.
Accusations do.
May the times of silence only
Help those broken to renew.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Dwight is hosting with the theme “Silence”. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Chipmunk”, above, “Geese”, below.
