Even when the sky is gray and rain is but a drop away flowers with a mind to play show yellows, reds and blues.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday — Colors
Tag: sky
Dusk — #writephoto
Although the sky comes dressed in clouds
The Sun remains above.
Although the blue stays far away
There’s nothing there but love.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting and Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
Photo: This is Sue Vincent’s photo for use with her prompt.
Blue Sky
Bare trees rising high.
Where did all those white clouds go?
Deep blue fills the sky.
Red lips, how their smiles flow.
Blue eyes sparkling, brighten so.
Text: I’m using a modified form that William N. Porter used in his translation of Japanese tanka into English, “A Hundred Verses from Old Japan“. This is part of my study of the Manyoshu, finding English forms similar to the tanka.
Photo: “Sun, Tree and Blue Sky”, above, and “Trees and Blue Sky”, below, by the author and linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and Trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
News: The National Federation of State Poetry Societies in the United States (of which I’m a member through the Illinois State Poetry Society) announced its 2018 contests. There are fifty contests in all. Entries must be postmarked between January 1, 2018, and March 15, 2018. Some of the winners may be published in an anthology later in 2018. Check the details if you are interested in participating.
Also, yesterday Ancient Paths Literary Magazine published my poem “Advent Darkness“.
Landscape of Summer Flowers
Yellows aim so all can see.
Wind flips them about.
Greens believe they cannot fail.
They motivate no doubt.
Purples, whites and reds proclaim:
“Sail your colors high!”
Green below greets blue above
To praise fresh evening sky.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Kim of writinginnorthnorfolk.com hosts with the theme of strong verbs about landscapes. Come join us!
Photo: “Wild Blooming”, above, and “Summer Flowers”, the collage below, by the author.
The Interior of the Puddle
Inside the puddle there’s a sky.
The clouds up high
Are now below
But muddied so.
I walk and bring along my mind.
We love to find
What’s likely true
And joyful, too.
A fantasy made from the light
Still isn’t night.
It’s truly day
Revealed this way.
Photo: “The Interior of the Puddle” by the author linked to K’lee and Dale‘s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the prompt “Interiors”.
I am linking this also to the imaginary garden with real toads’ Tuesday Platform.
Postcard From Some Destination
These words are silly shadows.
Wonders disappear
When darkened ground forgets bright sky
And hints but it does not know why.
There’s something missing here.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by De aka WhimsyGizmo asking us to write a postcard poem.
Linked to NaPoWriMo2017 Day Eighteen.
Photo: “Shadows of Reality” by the author.
My Balloon Knows Best
Balloon says, “Stop! Don’t let me pop!
It’s wonderful today!”
I don’t know. This wind has so
Confused my once clear way.
“See those skies? Let me rise,
Vanishing toward Sun
Who’ll hold me still, do what he will
Until his will is done.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by WhimsyGizmo with prompt word “balloon”.
Photo: “Sky and Birds” by the author.
Happy Limerick
The sky is as blue as it’s sweet
And the birds up above love to tweet
And the grass is as green
As this limerick’s clean
Bathed in sky from its head to its feet.
Photo by Frank Hubeny, “A Flow of Green Hearts”
Boat in Blue
Blown-up detail, black on blue,
Stops the eye from looking through
To the blue-pink water-sky,
Cloudy bubbles rising high
Thrown like soft reality
Teasing, pleasing peacefully
As the day drops toward its end,
Lonely lover, faithful friend.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 