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Sun shines soft upon the land
trees and rocks and rivers
Shines for every woman, man
shines for every creature
We should turn our faces up
fill our hearts with solace
Reach out and extend a hand
allay another’s sorrow
—–
Bastet has prompted us to write a hymn. She gave us the example of Good King Wenceslaus.
B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond
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shopping, baking, present wrapping
not much time for meals or napping
little sticky fingerprints
cane shaped candy peppermints
garland, tinsel on the tree
stockings hanging jauntily
Christmas program super star
snowflakes landing on the car
frozen turkey now defrosted
is old Santa this exhausted
a journey begun
on the back of a donkey
prophesy fulfilled
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Merry Christmas to all!
she does not remember
that i am her daughter
she thinks i am her sister
and asks how mother
feels today
she does not remember
that she has already
eaten lunch – her
favorite, grilled cheese
and tomato soup
even though the front
of her blouse is dotted
with soup spots
she does not remember
that her husband died
twenty years ago
and says she must get
home to fix dinner for Al
but as we walk down
the hall to her room –
arm in arm –
i smile while she sings
You Are My Sunshine
and she remembers
every word
—–
gently drifting snow
covering tall evergreens
silent winter night
—
frangible dreams haunt my nights
torn and tattered in the light
nothing left but illusion
banished by days intrusion
—-
forest fir trees glow
bright star shining from above
ornaments of hope
Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas #3 “ornaments”
rabbit hops across
snowy meadow while owl sleeps
a silent night
Carpe Diem Seven Days before Christmas #2 “silent night”
There is nothing free about this verse.
It has me tethered to my pen with the timer set for enough minutes to make a cup of tea. Instead here I sit, not free but tethered.
I could be watching something mindless on tv but instead I am bound by ink to this page, not free.
These minutes could have been used for online shopping – it is almost Christmas, you know. But I am tethered to a notebook, not free at all.
A prisoner to words pouring onto this page once blank. The timer ticks out a rhythm and my pen follows, dragging me along, dragging my feet, my mind and on the other end of time my muse sits grinning. She has her feet up, doing her nails – oh, yes, I could have done my nails in these minutes!
This verse is not free. It has me tethered by sentences until – ding!
Today at Meet the Bar over at dVerse Poets Pub we were challenged to set a timer and do some free writing
blossoms long spent
only brown pods remain
a feast for finches
—–
Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques # 23 ‘finding the divine in the common’
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