Footsteps touch the sand.
Toes and bare feet land
Sun makes its strong stand
Like it’s all been planned
Nothing real is bland.
All with light gets tanned
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar hosted by Victoria C. Slotto using the form “lai”.
Photo: “Morning” by the author.
Although liberty dies
There’s a Moon that will rise
Casting moonlight below.
Oldish dreams fail to grow.
Patient stars ever will
Turn around but look still.
Evening Sun creeps to set.
We’ll eventually get
Some new day some may see
Although maybe not me.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Grace with prompt “still”.
Linked to NaPoWriMo2017 Day Twenty-Four.
Photo: “Still and Patient” by the author
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.
I take for granted the bright Moon
The way I do the Sun’s clear day
And should I find that someday soon
The Moon gets lost or towed away
Or popped above like a balloon,
Would I regret it couldn’t stay?
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #5.
Image prompt by korinrochelle.
The Sun descends and so do I
Dive toward dark waters deep.
It seems I only need to try
Once more before I sleep.
Otherwise I won’t want rest
To mark this day as done.
I want to claim I passed that test
No matter what I’ve won.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #3.
My goal is to not waste the day.
Doing what, though, I still cannot say.
When the Sun’s bright, I’m cheery,
But at night I get weary.
I’ve walked, but I don’t know which way.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 50: Goal
Photo: “Steps and Snow Flakes Falling” by the Author