colorful blossoms
waving in the summer sun
spotted butterfly
Security Guard
Posted on Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge : Signs
Chautauqua Institution
Here are some of the doors I saw on a recent trip to The Chautauqua Institution in SW New York.
Posted on Thursday Doors
Collaboration for Peace -28
Have the courage to listen to the poems of your heart.
Mish and Candy
photo by Mish
Heart Song
Sing your own song
fling it into the air
be bold
uncontrolled
shout your own words
devout words
or somber
words of joyfulness
let your heart speak
its unique language
in poems of hopefulness
and peace
Still
Sunday Mini Challenge in the Garden – Shallows, Deeply
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The robins still nest under my neighbor’s deck
and Zinnias are blooming in my garden
beckoning to the Monarch butterflies
I see squirrels and chipmunks scurrying through the yard
stocking up on birdseed that has
fallen from the feeders like
manna from heaven
in this crazy world where chaos seems the norm,
nature carries on
Yellow Door
bare feet
Tokubetsudetsu # 86 – Back in Time
“Only the first line”
~
with bare feet
harvested grain is threshed
on bamboo mats
To My Son
You take my hand
and follow me with
unsteady steps and
simple trust
that I will lead you safely through
the springtime of your life
You run ahead
I follow close to
keep you safe from
unknown threats
as you skip playfully
through the summer of your life
Side by side
we walk along
companions in a life
of shared memories
your arm around my shoulder
as we stroll through the autumn of my life
You take my hand
I follow you with
unsteady steps and
simple trust
that you will lead me safely through
the winter of my life
~
posted at Poetic Bloomings for the July PAD 5
old house
Carpe Diem Utabukuro
before I arrived
who were the people living here
only violets remain
© Issa
When I read this Haiku by Issa, I was reminded of an old abandoned house not far from where I live.
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rotting wood
empty house slowly crumbles
memories linger
How to Set a Table
how to set a table ……
a plate to hold what nourishes me
a napkin to catch my mistakes
knife, fork, spoon, because I am grown up
a cup, a glass to fill to the brim
a chair beside mine – for you
~
Over at B&P Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has us poeming “how to….”
while thinking about the rules of etiquette. MLMM
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