humble cloths
wrap the special gift that
will bring joy and love
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Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas #4 “presents”
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humble cloths
wrap the special gift that
will bring joy and love
—–
Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas #4 “presents”
feeder filled with seed
suet hanging from a tree
presents for the birds
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Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas #4 “presents”
frangible dreams haunt my nights
torn and tattered in the light
nothing left but illusion
banished by days intrusion
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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
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Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques # 23 ‘finding the divine in the common’
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She loved her garden in spring the best. It’s true that in each season there is beauty but nothing compares to the hopefulness of tiny green shoots emerging from months spent biding their time underground. Everyday she could see how much they grew as they were nurtured by the gentle spring sun. Soft rain quenched their thirst. Each shoot knew it was destined for greatness under the watchful eye of the gardener.
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tiny green shoots
push through the bare earthen crust
determined to bloom
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Carpe Diem Special #187 – Georgia’s 3rd “idyllic spring”
children with new sleds
watch raindrops streak the window
wishing for fresh snow
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Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas #1 “fresh snow”
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we spread a blanket
on the ground
lay down to feel
the world go round
to watch the showy
stars of night
go dancing by-
squeal with delight
to toast celestial
bodies glow
with bread and cheese
and fine pinot
the clouds were heavy
in the sky
they cloaked the stars
from human eye
but we saw stars
in spite of this
we found them in
a moonless kiss
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