Friday’s the end of the week
And the thirteenth as Friday seems bleak,
But I didn’t know
It’s the thirteenth and so
Nothing happened. My monsters stayed meek.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 20: Superstition.
Tag: limerick
Connecting
Should we feel we are lonely recall
Painful separateness feels like a fall.
We’ve our mothers to love,
Down here or above,
And a navel that links us to all.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 19: Mother.
The Beating Breath
Each breath comes in quest of some grail
With faith that the quest will not fail.
With passion unfurled
The warm, waiting world
Will beat with each breath we inhale.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 18: Passion
The Spell of Memories
My memories of you are a spell.
I’d forget, but there’s more I would tell,
Repeating, recalling,
Rewording, re-falling,
Re-blessing till all turns out well.
Written for the Limerick Poetry Challenge Week 16: Memories.
Warm Darkness Soothing Dreams
Out there where the darkness feels deep,
But warmth penetrates, cease to weep.
Choose some thoughts flowing free.
They’ll engage easily
As the air’s fresh and guides one like sleep.
Written for Limerick Challenge Week 15: Dark
Mysterious Monster
The monster who’s under my bed
Runs mysterious dreams through my head,
Makes me wake up and yawn
But at dawn he is gone
Like a word thought but then left unsaid.
Written for Limerick Challenge Week 14: Mysterious
Fear of Flying
There once was a bird in a nest
Who thought he’d give flying a test.
“Any monkey can fly,”
Thought the bird way up high.
So he tried and he flew like the rest.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 