A place for poems and pics
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
I’ll link at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com too
(photo by Mary Kling)
I choose one paper angel from the giving tree. On the back is a sticker with the name of a child who needed presents for Christmas – Logan, 4 years old. I glanced at the list of items Logan needed or wanted, sweatshirt, sweatpants, shoes, bathtub toys, and a boat.
I set out to shop thinking it would be easy to find everything on that short wish list. I was right, except for one thing, the boat. I went from store to store hoping to find a boat for a four year-old boy. No luck! But I will continue the search. A child deserves to have his Christmas wish granted.
wish granted
sailing a toy boat
child’s delight
—–
Haibun Monday at dVerse
(photo by Tess Kincaid)
seekers of light
we turn our backs to
the darkness
pretend it doesn’t exist
admire the shiny lights
the baubles that twinkle
call loudly to us ” look at me”
and we can not hear the
whispers of nightly struggles
bright star lures us closer
warms our cold hearts until
we turn to embrace those who
live in the shadows
sleeping dove
balances without effort
on slender branch
It’s like the little black
dress of my culinary world
always appropriate –
breakfast, lunch, dinner,
even a midnight raid
pairs with anything –
fruit, wine, tea,
especially hot milk
easy to accessorize
sprinkles, donuts, bacon,
of course sea salt
perpetually in style –
holidays,vacations,
or just hanging at home
reading a good mystery
alone
—–
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com
It’s the 55 Flash Challenge from hedgewitch over in the Garden.
The plus is “pairings”
creature of the nighttime
certain of his status
caterwauling at birds
cavorting with stuffed mice
cuddling next to me
covering nose with paws
capturing my soft heart
—–
Paloma has introduced us to the Pleiades poetry form created by Craig Tigerman.
It is seven lines with six syllables in each line and all lines begin with the same letter – the first letter in the one word title
autumn winds blow
bare tree branches tremble
winter birds remain
autumn winds blow
brown leaves scatter across grass
swirling away
bare tree branches tremble
flock of doves gather
at sunset
winter birds remain
searching for leftover seeds
among spent flowers
your words smelled like roses but
they left a taste of vinegar in my mouth
truth does not come easily to you
your words looked soft and fluffy but
i felt pricks on my skin from the thorns
compassion does not come easily to you
you colored your words with peaceful
green but underneath was the red of rage
love does not come easily to you
my words stretched out to cover you
in a quilt of tender blue so you
would feel the color of peace
—
the prompt today over at the pub is “synesthesia”
Thanks to Victoria Soto for this one
Ancient hope delivered
on the wings of a dove
Witnessed from the
deck of a wooden boat
Forgotten in the tramp
of boots in battle through
mud and snow – past
bodies of comrades
Snagged on long strips
of barbed wire that
imprisioned millions
Hidden in long tunnels
under wet green jungles
where teens fought teens
Lost among the clouds
behind the whine of engines
flying with heavy payloads
Ancient hope in the sky
ignored by humankind
© Candace Kubinec
This poem was posted on Artists4Peace today
In spite of your exalted status
with special pillows and
window seat you are not invited
to sit at the dinner table
We will not save you a chair
or set a place for you and
you will not be considered
a centerpiece
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