tulip bulbs sleep
beneath a blanket of snow
waiting for spring
Lost
if I stepped out
into space would
you hold tightly to the
tether thats holds me
to my earth,
my blue planet
would you reign me in
if I grew weary of
exploring, seeking
you – the air
I breath
the sun that
wakes me
the moon that
kisses me at night
if I stepped boldly
into worlds unknown
would you follow
trailing behind
guiding me home again
if I stepped lightly
into space
would you be
my tether
or start the
countdown
letting me
float
a-
way
—-
the challenge today in the Garden is to write an new poem based on one of
David Bowie’s songs – I keep humming the melancholy Space Oddity
I’ll be posting at dVerse Open Link too
Finding Felicity
they are trembling
checking batteries, stocking
pantry shelves with
bread and toilet tissue
they are panicking
glued to the weather
channel, staring
out the windows
revving up the snow
blowers
I am smiling
books and afghan
at the ready
finding felicity
in a winter storm
—–
Just Jot It January 22nd -felicity
Some Days

some days I am mittens
holding tight – fingers
clasped around my
feelings
safe and warm within
my knitted life
comforted by simple
things
some days I am gloves
fingers stretched out
to touch the world
grabbing all of what
this life can offer
reaching for the
stars
some day I am mittens
some days I am gloves
—-
Just Jot It January 21st – mittens
shadows
candle flickers
casting plum blossom shadows
moonless night
——
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – revise the haiku
At Midnight
surreptitiously , deliciously
I wait until the lights are off
till every one is snuffling
in their beds
and then I wait little longer
just to be sure
cautiously, conscientiously
I creep toward the
hiding place
the place where no one
would think to look
deliberately, discreetly
I reach behind the
sauerkraut jar to find
my secret
chocolate stash
—-
Just Jot It January 20th – surreptitiously
First Date
the band played Moonlight Serenade
and they danced cheek to cheek
across the floor
they were young and in love
once more
the rhythm of the music
swept them back to
a first date when she was
shy and he a nervous
young soldier
——
Quadrille 1
Bjorn has challenged us to write a poem using ‘dance’ as a verb with an object and in just 44 words
elegance
the elegance
of old age hides
beneath wrinkles-
is shrouded in a white
sweater with tissues
in the sleeves –
stumbles in orthopedic
shoes
the elegance
of old age shines
through eyes that
have seen the best
and worst yet still
find joy in children
and flowers
wonder in the clouds
hope in humankind
—–
Just Jot It January 18th – elegance
beach
lonely sand dunes
one sea gull remains
winter beach
—
Carpe Diem #899 – beach
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspt.com
spent
spent blossoms
under the cherry tree
blanket the ground