A place for poems and pics
It was a warm summer day and her waiting was over. Tiny fingers wrapped themselves around her finger – ten pink fingers. Soft hair, like finest silk covered his slightly misshapen head and long, thick lashes shaded his eyes. His cheeks were smooth and delicate lips curled up in what she knew in her heart was a smile. She was in love.
newborn swaddled
in his mother’s gentle arms
first love
—–
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
so much depends upon
the jet stream
and barometric pressure
driving rain and gentle snow
unpredictable squalls
and you
—
It’s Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden and all
toads have been challenged to write a new poem starting with the opening lines of “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams
she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star
she could not bear the scar
if there were only lies
some planet in disguise
bold, shameless avatar
she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star
she did not realize
the moon strummed a guitar
hummed love songs from afar
with tender moonbeam sighs –
she always closed her eyes
—-
Today at d’Verse Poets Pub, Gayle from Bodhirose has challenged us to write a Rondel
Meeting the Bar; the Rondel
“Your shoes will make you happy today”
—
my shoes have taken the day off
the pink pumps are sleeping in
those boots are not made for walking
and walking shoes are hiding
under my bed sticking their
tongues out at the sun
even my flip flops have flipped
over and gone back to sleep
my toes are giggling as they
wiggle in the dewy grass
and I am happy
——
They’re talking fortune cookies at the d’Vers Pub today
I did not sleep until
I heard the owl call
to me and the
crickets sing
a lullaby of
gentle songs
moon and stars
were my night-lights
chasing away the
phantoms that lurked
in the corners of the
night
only then did I dream
—
Over ar dVerse it’s a Quadrille Monday – thanks Bjorn
seeking love
she stares at the moon
woman of pleasure
—–
Carpe Diem Special #196
Hamish Gunn’s 2nd “on the street”
sun traces
a path across the sky
daytime
—–
Carpe Diem #914 time
prompt by Hamish
~~ photo by Caroline Knopf
I am the white whale
you seek – not meek
I watch the horizon
patiently waiting
until you appear
flinging words
like swords
that pierce with
each syllable
but this time
I will counter
with a gentleness
meant to disarm
charm
and I will capture you
——-
Mag 305
Mish and I have united with photography and poetry. These collaborations are a very small example of how perfect strangers can work together, be inspired by each other and share a passion for peace. This weeks poem is from the heart of Mish.
Image by Candace Kubinec
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Life is delicate, intricate
Complicated, segregated
But one heart still beats
At the center of existence
One soul still strives
To be one with all
wind in the pines
swirls upward to heaven
whispered prayers
—–
Carpe Diem #913 spirituality
prompt by Hamish
