Sideways view of fractured light
lies in nature's twisted dance
reveal the beauty in the dust, the dirt
and broken dreams
fresh hope
like spring rain
washes the memories
refocus
begin again
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Word Count with Mama Zen
Mama Zen at RT challenged us to write about our world in 35 words or less. Sometimes poets go long, so this is a challenge...
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Celebratory Post
I started this post yesterday, but having internet issues. I blame it on the heat wave.
Real Toads celebrated their birthday yesterday...it was also Nelson Mandela Day, in honor of his birthday. He turned 94, what a remarkable spirit he has. Kerry asked us to write a poem in his regard. He asked everyone(a world-wide appeal) to donate 67 minutes, of their time to serving others. He has been in politics for 67 years,
I thought about this and planned to do something else, but this is what happened. My daughter wanted to show me, her latest Colorguard move. She has been in camp all this week. It is a day camp I drive her in the morning and pick her up. Okay, I let her drive ;D We went outside on the front lawn. My eighty year old neighbor, Mary was outside and she wandered over. My daughter n' I were hot n' tired, but we stayed outside and listened to her share her daughter's experience. She also was in the Colorguard, she rambled from this subject, to her family and then her health. Some of it was nice to listen to, some a bit uncomfortable, but we could tell she was lonely. I asked her to come in, but she insisted she had a friend stopping by. It reminded me to be more neighborly and donate more time to listening, to those who live alone. We could be in their position someday...
Real Toads celebrated their birthday yesterday...it was also Nelson Mandela Day, in honor of his birthday. He turned 94, what a remarkable spirit he has. Kerry asked us to write a poem in his regard. He asked everyone(a world-wide appeal) to donate 67 minutes, of their time to serving others. He has been in politics for 67 years,
I thought about this and planned to do something else, but this is what happened. My daughter wanted to show me, her latest Colorguard move. She has been in camp all this week. It is a day camp I drive her in the morning and pick her up. Okay, I let her drive ;D We went outside on the front lawn. My eighty year old neighbor, Mary was outside and she wandered over. My daughter n' I were hot n' tired, but we stayed outside and listened to her share her daughter's experience. She also was in the Colorguard, she rambled from this subject, to her family and then her health. Some of it was nice to listen to, some a bit uncomfortable, but we could tell she was lonely. I asked her to come in, but she insisted she had a friend stopping by. It reminded me to be more neighborly and donate more time to listening, to those who live alone. We could be in their position someday...
Twirling thoughts
encompass my day
solitude is rare
yet
I want to
collect
heart's
wisdom
our lives
become
a circular routine
we dance in the axis of now,
we
learn from
each other
sharing our stories
facets of our life
everyone can inspire
a poem
the recluse, the social butterfly
and yes, you
we are cursed and blessed
by time
be
unpredictable and
go outside the circle
be open to the
whispers of
new journeys
and discover
the landscapes
of another life's
soul
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Monk's Tale
Kerry at the Imaginary Garden gave us a mini challenge, to write about a Monk's Tale. I chose the freestyle method. I do hope to try the Huitain poem form, another time.
I sip a
silent prayer
steeped in memories
soul's thirst quenched
by a dance of calm nectar
embraced by solitude
in a sea of downy pearls
I meditate on 1000 day Red Jasmine
time for prayers of the heart
my spiritual duties
fill my day
just one cup
allows
reflection on
SereniTEA
SereniTEA
Tea-2by ~OlgaVoronova
Friday, July 13, 2012
Friday the 13th
In the Imaginary Garden, Mary prompted us to write about Friday the 13th. She gave us several choices. I picked: (4) Here is a simple prompt if nothing else resonates. Write a poem with the title "Friday the 13th.
Friday the 13th
Beginner's luck is needed as you decorate your new home.
Hi kitty, kitty...oh, damn you are all black...
you must belong to that witch, next door
I need a ladder to hang that mirror
Oh, look a penny,..
oops, 7 years bad luck
and my soul is now affected...
huh, I thought 7 was a lucky number?
How did a ladder become unlucky...
it represents the Holy Trinity, if against a wall
How did God get involved with a ladder?
hoodoo, no V started the lucky rabbit's foot..
I doubt the rabbit would agree
Bad luck begins with 3, the rabbit agrees with this one
666 in the Bible in Revelations=the Beast..
Don't worry I know where the Devil lives...I have met he, she, it
They live in Searsport, Maine
Scared, go knock on wood, trees have spirits, wood is filled with them
Hungry? There is a turkey in the fridge
grab the wish bone and let's make a wish...
What soothsayer said this?
Cross your finger and toes while you're at it!
Friday the 13th....Jesus died on Friday and 13 is unlucky...
says who?
You rubbing your lucky rabbit's foot, knocking on wood, cleaning up glass, while you are
picking up pennies,
Don't forget don't open that umbrella indoors, the bird won't like it!
* This isn't my normal style, but I sure had a lot of fun writing it :D
I hope your day was happy and remember any day something bad happens, will burn a memory in your mind's eye. It will permanently crease your brow if it happens on this day!
Monday, July 9, 2012
In the Garden
Gemma over at Imaginary Garden inspired us, with some of her photos. I chose this one, though I was inspired by her other offerings.
Misty Morning, Arthur's Seat
© Gemma Wiseman
Geography changes
when we partake
we arrive in the
mulberry shadows
where passion's mood
tastes like wild blueberries
rosy dusk flirts with
the opulent moon
lavender, sage, and clover enhances
the aroma of the wind
where
liquid legs are encouraged
to dance
wearing your rose colored glasses
you ponder whether to
wake memories
that tickle your muse
wrapped in secret yearnings
you indulge
your heart strings
and cross the bridge of time
Laurie at the Imaginary Garden asked us to write a poem about demarcation, which according to dictionary.com, means:
1. the determining and marking off of the boundaries of something.
2. separation by distinct boundaries: line of demarcation.
Grey mattered memories enchant wishful glances
of youthful thoughts
capturing the dance of light
against the prism of colored tears
Chakra spirals try to balance
the yin and yang
of life's weathered memories
wrapped in bridges of time
© Gemma Wiseman
Geography changes
when we partake
we arrive in the
mulberry shadows
where passion's mood
tastes like wild blueberries
rosy dusk flirts with
the opulent moon
lavender, sage, and clover enhances
the aroma of the wind
where
liquid legs are encouraged
to dance
wearing your rose colored glasses
you ponder whether to
wake memories
that tickle your muse
wrapped in secret yearnings
you indulge
your heart strings
and cross the bridge of time
Laurie at the Imaginary Garden asked us to write a poem about demarcation, which according to dictionary.com, means:
1. the determining and marking off of the boundaries of something.
2. separation by distinct boundaries: line of demarcation.
Grey mattered memories enchant wishful glances
of youthful thoughts
capturing the dance of light
against the prism of colored tears
Chakra spirals try to balance
the yin and yang
of life's weathered memories
wrapped in bridges of time