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vast spent stars of darkest ink
I think
are hiding in the deep of night
they might
have given up their glow
just flow
above us here below
keeping wishes we have made
upon them till they’d fade
I think they might just flow
—–
De is tending bar at the pub and has challenged us to try our hand at an Ovillejo
Check it out at d’Verse Poets
Photo : copyright Kanzensakura ( used with permission)
We have an old apple tree in our yard. There used to be three but over the years weather and disease got the best of the other two. Some years this old tree blooms abundantly and we have a harvest of misshapen but delicious apples at the end of summer. Birds nest in its branches and deer feast on the fallen fruit. Our granddaughter loves to play in the twisted branches. Every spring, as those lovely delicate white flowers begin to appear, we wonder if this will be the year we get a late freeze and will our old friend survive to delight us another season.
~
tender blossoms
with coats of winter white
spring snow
——
d’Verse Poets – Haibun Monday
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai -#895 Harusamu (cold spring)
I will not make a buck-
et list
all things I’d like to do
someday
then tick them off
one by one
until my bucket’s
empty and I am left
instead I will drop some-
thing into my bucket
each day
a kind deed, an adventure
with a four year-old,
a trip, a concert, an un-
expected email,
lunch with a friend
oh, I’m sure there will be big
surprises in my bucket too
and when I reach the end
of this life
I will spill out all the
wonders my bucket
holds, smiling in
gratitude for my full bucket
——
Just Jot It January – bucket list
—
Open Link Night at d’Vers Poets
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
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
——
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
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
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
I used to think luxury
was long bubble baths
with candles and music
but after children I know
that luxury is a two hour
nap time
I used to think luxury
was champagne and caviar
but after children I know
that luxury is no spilled milk
at dinner
I used to think luxury
was an elegant silk suit
but after children I know
that luxury is khaki pants
without stains
I used to think luxury
was a stroll in the moonlight
but after children I know
that luxury is shoes without mud
after a walk
I used to think luxury
was the peacefulness of silence
but after children I know
that luxury is the joyfulness of
children giggling
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