A place for poems and pics
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
——
unsuspecting fly
tied up with strong silken strings
trapped by spider’s web
(photo from Magpie Tales)
hesitation is my name
i know you well
you are the child
who stands on the edge
of fun, afraid you might
say or do the wrong thing
frightened of the laughter
should you fall
waiting for an invitation
to join the fraternity
of the playground
i stand silently beside you
holding your hand just
long enough-just until
it’s too late to jump on
life’s merry-go-round
but do not clasp my hand
too tightly for soon
regret will take my place
a day to sit and read
feed my famished soul
cubbyhole myself with book
hook up a ‘do no disturb’
curb my need for food
elude family and friend
pretend that I’m away
a day to sit and read
—–
Over at B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond, Bastet has challenged us to write a Circular Poem
frozen water on
the pond children skate around
in circles, cold hands
warmed by a glowing bonfire
wind and earth rejoice
——-
Over in the imaginary gaden they’re talking about the classic elements
a clear winter night
millions of stars sparkled
against the black sky
gentle snowflakes float to earth
land on noble fir
where mouse and rabbit huddle
from the distant town
sounds of voices joined in song
float across the fields
notes of joy, peace, hopefulness
echo through the air
the stars shine brighter and
the tree stands prouder
mouse and rabbit sleep soundly
undisturbed this silent night
© Candace Kubinec
—–
he couldn’t sleep
even though he
had been up all night –
it was his turn for
the night shift –
instead he stood
outside peering through
windows to watch
the smiles of excited
children opening gifts
his heart glowed when
he heard squeals of
joy as boys and girls
played with the toys they
most wished for but it was
time to go home
have some cookies
warm milk and put
his feet up – so with a soft
“ho, ho, ho”, he disappeared
into to the morning mist
Everyone else at the tree lot is searching for the “perfect” Christmas tree. A man holds a seven foot tree upright so his wife can pass judgement on its shape. A family debates whether or not the tree they like best will actually fit in their living room.
But I’m on a search for the tree no one else wants. A task that has become more difficult since Christmas trees are now raised on “farms” and only the trees with that classic cone shape make it to market.
At the end of a long row sits a smallish tree, trunk a little crooked, and branches that don’t conform to popular tastes – just the one I was looking for.
At home I put my little tree into the holder and make it as straight as possible. Then I find the worn cardboard box hidden behind the well organized plastic bins of ornaments. Inside are the tattered homemade decorations from my childhood. I string lights and paper chains on the tree and lovingly place each reindeer, snowman, and Santa. With only the tree lights glowing, I close my eyes and take a step back in time
imperfect tree
transformed by lights and snowmen
Christmas memories
plum branch broken
by quickly passing lovers
blossoms scent the night
—-
my peace is not your peace
for my struggle is not yours
what vexes me you dismiss
with ease and your anxieties
bring me no anguish
your prayers are not my prayers
our snares are not the same
but our needs are not so different
a safe home
food and clean water
a feeling of usefulness
respect
surely then, peace will find us
—
over at dVerse Bjorn has us thinking about peace
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