This holy place to stand and help me rise
Where I may pause and let my eyes go free,
Where I may wonder how this Earth and skies
Could be presented graciously to me,
Where I may question what it means to be,
Where sound turns sacred with or without rhyme–
Play that song for me another time.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “holy place”. The poem’s form is a Chaucerian stanza.
Photo: “A Sunset Somewhere”
Video: lightomega’s presentation of Miten and Deva Premal’s So Much Magnificence. More about the song.
Swinging from the family tree
Learning that the mystery
Isn’t what we have to know
But the joy when we let go.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of spring. Of the photos she provided for inspiration, I was thinking of the one with the two children swinging from a tree. The form of this poem is a tanaga. I will feature it on Thursday.
Photos: “Bird in Tree”, above, and the swing Lillian features, middle, and “Somewhere in Colorado Springs”, below.
Perfect as an egg-round sign
Smoothly futures realign
With whatever comes our way–
Dreaming, waking, walking play.
Take my hand till you have grown.
Soon you will walk on your own.
Fortune will be yours to keep.
Mine was blessed to guard your sleep.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “egg”. The form of this poem is a tanaga.
Photos: “Lake”, above, and “River”, below.
By second grade I learned to write well enough to make short sentences. My teacher wrote that they were “Very good”. So, I wrote more and I showed them to her. She gave me another sheet of paper which encouraged me. My third grade teacher was less impressed. I stopped showing her what I wrote. That gave her more time to focus on what was bothering her.
I am older now than either of those teachers were and I realize that I’ve been like both of them at different times of my life, sometimes unreasonably patient and other times unforgivably impatient. Looking back. I forgive the impatience in my third grade teacher and hope I can forgive it in myself as well. I understand the many reasons for impatience that torment adults. I hope her life was happy because today she looks more like my daughter than a teacher.
Given all the reasons for impatience, it amazes me that any of us are blessed enough to enjoy any patience. Nonetheless there it is again as a commonplace miracle.
MOTHER SAVES THE WORK
FLOWERS YEARN TO BLOOM AGAIN
LATER OLD LEAVES FADE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where Toni is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Very Good”, above, and “Alice in Wonderland”, below.
I saw her
In the living room
Heard she died.
Wipe away the guilt and gloom.
Go with peace inside.
Text: Linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays and dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting featuring the shadorma poetry form.
Photos: “Light in Snow”, above, “Snow Up Close”, below.
Time incites the mystery.
Space makes ample room to see.
Breath absorbs it patiently–
Strong you stand and watch with me.
Should we fall or should we rise
Victory glows in our eyes.
Death, no matter how it tries,
Drops in time its thin disguise.
Text: I am linking the tanaga to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme “superhero”.
Photos: “Remains of Autumn Soon Will Pass”, above, and “Tree Spending Time in Sunlight”, below, linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “time”.
The ring she gave was made of lead
And broke one lonely day.
“It has no worth,” the jeweler said.
He’ll keep it anyway.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah Connor is hosting with the love tokens.
Photos: “Leaves Remind the Tree”, above, and “Water Seeking Lake Michigan”, below. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “force”.