weeping willow
alone beside the stream
cries silently
for the human race
in danger throughout the world
Author: Candace
I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos
zinnia
Carpe Diem #2 – Theme Week
Color Your Life – Orange
~
orange petals
summon bees and butterflies
zinnias flutter
frost
Carpe Diem Special #203 Basho’s Disciples :
Mukai Kyorai’s “Master of Persimmons”
~
apple blossoms
hang limply from branches
spring frost
Disappearing Love
Quadrille 5 – melt
d’Verse Poets
~
he was not perfect but
I loved him
he was short
out of shape but
so am I
he had a smile that
made me smile
dreamy eyes
for only me
time has come to
say goodbye
the sun is warmer
frosty is melting
red
Carpe Diem #2 – Theme Week
Color Your Life – Red
~
morning sky
glows with red warning
afternoon storm
roosters
Carpe Diem #943 – Flute
In the Way of Basho – “literary reference”
~
early morning
symphony of roosters
echo Saint-Saens
twist
Carpe Diem #942 – Thorn
In the Way of Basho – “twist”
~
spring romance
meeting in the garden
mourning doves
Memorizing You
At Real Toadswe’re Under an Influence for the Weekend-Mini
I used Memorizing “The Sun Rising” by John Donne, by Billy Collins as my inspiration
~
i tried to memorize
your eyes
your nose
your mouth
so that when you
were gone
(or maybe i)
the image would remain
i tried to remember
the feel of
your skin
your hair
your breath on my neck
so that when you
went away
(or maybe i)
some sense of you would remain
now here, alone, they fade but
from the next room
from the next town
your image
your touch
are the beats of my heart
that i call love
restlessness
Paloma has asked us to write a Shadorma inspired by the Indigo Girls song Closer to Fine.
I loved the tin whistle in the song and wanted to make it part of my Shadorma.
~
whistle me
a song of answers
no doctors
or bar friends
can sing the notes I need to
calm my restlessness
—-
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond at MLMM
Sensory Love
I love the illusion of you
that lingers on your
favorite chair and in
the rumpled sheets
I love the scent of you
that hangs in the air
after you pass by
I love the sound of you
that echoes through
these empty rooms
when you are gone
I love the feel of you
at the end of a day
when there is just us
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