
Wouldn’t this be door be a cheery welcome home?
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Tokubetsudetsu # 86 – Back in Time
“Only the first line”
~
with bare feet
harvested grain is threshed
on bamboo mats
You take my hand
and follow me with
unsteady steps and
simple trust
that I will lead you safely through
the springtime of your life
You run ahead
I follow close to
keep you safe from
unknown threats
as you skip playfully
through the summer of your life
Side by side
we walk along
companions in a life
of shared memories
your arm around my shoulder
as we stroll through the autumn of my life
You take my hand
I follow you with
unsteady steps and
simple trust
that you will lead me safely through
the winter of my life
~
posted at Poetic Bloomings for the July PAD 5
Carpe Diem Utabukuro
before I arrived
who were the people living here
only violets remain
© Issa
When I read this Haiku by Issa, I was reminded of an old abandoned house not far from where I live.
~
rotting wood
empty house slowly crumbles
memories linger
how to set a table ……
a plate to hold what nourishes me
a napkin to catch my mistakes
knife, fork, spoon, because I am grown up
a cup, a glass to fill to the brim
a chair beside mine – for you
~
Over at B&P Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has us poeming “how to….”
while thinking about the rules of etiquette. MLMM
Find peace in the shadows and joy in the sun.
~ Mish and Candy

photo by Mish
~
In Sun and Shadow
sometimes we sit
in the
shadows
content to be
a quiet observer
– champion of
others
sometimes we shine
like jewels
in the sun
bringing joy
to all who pass
our way
as dusk pulls open the
dark curtain of
a summer night
flashes of light rise up
from the grassy stage
signaling messages of love
in the stillness while
stars twinkle brightly
in perfect accompaniment
from my front row seat
I clap with joy, watching
this magical light show
put on by
Heaven & Earth Productions
~~
Poetic Bloomings July PAD #2
Carpe Diem #990 – Rowan Tree
~
laden with berries
late summer feast for birds
magical branches
Carpe Diem #989 – Oak
~
under the canopy
prayers of the ancient Druids
swirl around my head