what is this thing
that sings in the darkness
that flings itself around
my heart like a golden
ring that dulls the sting
of careless words and
spiteful acts that wings
itself around this globe
to bring us face to face
to cling together linger
in the pale light of faith
mingle with a universe
alive with promise
Tag: PAD
Ode to a Dove (of Peace)
oh gentle dove
who mourns all day
can i not whisk
your cares away
with water fresh
and bits of grain
a sturdy box
for when it rains
what saddens you
what grieves you so
in sun and shade
through wind and snow
whisper to me
the secret kept
by doves like you
who mourned and wept
Vanishing Memories
memories fall from her
family tree scattered
by a cruel wind
she tries to catch them
with outstretched
arms, to rake them into
a pile so she can jump in
to scoop them into a basket
and save them to fertilize
her failing brain
they tease her, swirling
around like smoke then
flying away beyond her grasp
she picks up the ones that
fall at her feet but they are
dry and crumbly dissolving
into dust in her frail fingers
mistake – PAD day9
it was no mistake
earth, moon, and sun aligned
lunar eclipse
“simmer” PAD Day 7
simmering gray clouds
turn black then bubble over
afternoon shower
watching us
festival -PAD day 5
sassy yellow leaves
dance at the edge of a branch
autumn festival
Once Upon a Sunbeam
fluffy dust motes floating by
i closed my eyes to wonder why
i do not see them in the night
although i try with all my might
where do they go when sun goes down
to rest somewhere or into town
they bounce and float on sunny days
then disappear when days turn gray
i’ll set a trap, that’s what i’ll do
put on a glove covered with glue
but they’re more clever than i thought
a bunch of cat fur’s all i caught
Day four of the Nov PAD at Poetic Asides
prompt – Once Upon a …………
PAD Days 1& 2
freshly washed leaves
flutter in the summer breeze
day after the storm
Day one prompt “day after”
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cool autumn morning
sun appears to warm the field
gray fog surrenders
Day two prompt “surrenders”
Migration
black and white
Canada geese fly
united
by instinct
divided only when one
leaves the formation
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Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge at Poetic Asides
Day three prompt “united/divided”
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