A place for poems and pics
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
candle flickers
casting plum blossom shadows
moonless night
——
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – revise the haiku
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
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
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
lonely sand dunes
one sea gull remains
winter beach
—
Carpe Diem #899 – beach
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspt.com
spent blossoms
under the cherry tree
blanket the ground
It’s been fun collaborating with Mish from mishunderstood and we hope you have been enjoying our Sunday posts. So far Mish has been providing the pictures and I have been inspired to write.
Hope you are having a peaceful day….
clouds kiss the face
of the eternal ocean
in silent communion
© candace kubinec – sent
a skein of geese pass
overhead
an imperfect ‘v’
against the blue
sky
I watch them rise
and fall
with the air currents
one lone flyer
seems to lead the way
the others following
always some straggler
honking
from behind
or could that one who
falls behind
be, in fact, the
leader
honking “you can do it”
—–
Just Jot It January 15th – leadership
vast spent stars of darkest ink
I think
are hiding in the deep of night
they might
have given up their glow
just flow
above us here below
keeping wishes we have made
upon them till they’d fade
I think they might just flow
—–
De is tending bar at the pub and has challenged us to try our hand at an Ovillejo
Check it out at d’Verse Poets
