Sometimes I want to go visit the Queen-
A shadow of brighter days.
I realize my life is much more than it seems,
And try to reclaim the ways
That I Am the Queen of my destiny
And Fate is a Choice I make!
—
Another Quadrille for De’s
dVerse prompt!
The service was so beautiful;
Communion cups were passed.
And from the light we saw that day,
The bond was sure to last.
But in the haze of drunkenness
With spirits flowing fast,
Their love gave way to skeletons
And shadows of the past…
—
A sad but too often true Quadrille for De’s “shadow” prompt at
dVerse.
If only those with feathers fly,
Then why do airplanes cross the sky?
And why are kites allowed to soar?
There must be something… so much… more!
If only those with wings take flight,
Then why do stars shoot through the night?
And why are minds allowed to probe?
There must be more… we can behold!
If only those with feathers lift,
Then why the heart with tender wish?
And why the prayer without a word?
There’s always More… The soul is heard!
—
Written for Victoria’s prompt,
Come Fly with Me-dVerse Poetics.
I changed my guitar strings today. It wasn’t “time.” I mean, they weren’t dull-sounding, frayed, rusted, or going out of tune. In fact, they sounded great! But they felt like barbed wire cutting into my fingers! Just because someone recommends something, doesn’t mean it will work just as well for me. So I swapped them for my favorite, softer, silk-wrapped strings. They still sound great, even with a little less volume. But the experience is much better. You see, the more strings change, the more they play the same.
spiral in and out
seasons, relationships, life
constant as they change
—
Written for the last-for-now Haibun Monday prompt at
dVerse.
Yogi Bear, for a pic-i-nic basket,
Always took and didn’t ask it.
He saved ol’ Jellystone, I heard;
So guess “forgiven!” is the word!
Pippi, Anne Shirley, Annie so free;
The red heads take the cake, you see.
But they are quite a feisty lot.
I ought to know – red hair I got!
—
Written for
dVerse
(for better or worse…) Clerihew prompt. Please read the others! Many amazing poems over there that do the form justice!
You have known the choke hold of fear,
Tomb of depression,
Volcano of rage,
Maze of mind and feelings.
You have tasted, recoiled;
Touched, rejected;
Seen, disbelieved;
Heard, misunderstood;
Smelled, flinched.
Awaken, remember:
I am the Opener
Of pathways unknown to you!
Know Me!
—
A Quadrille in response to Victoria’s “open” prompt at
dVerse.
I used to wish for things
And buy them when I could,
But found out that the tools
Don’t make the living good.
Creating all I want
And learning something more,
The skills have served me well,
But life was still a chore…
At last I looked within,
Expecting darkest space:
But found instead the Light
Beyond this time and place.
It’s hard sometimes to calm
When problems need a fix;
The mind does loops and swirls,
Up to so many tricks.
We try and try to force
And everything to solve.
Yet there is only Power
In knowing peace and love.
What’s this to do with wishes?
I never ask for more
Than being the potential
That shimmers at my core.
All things that I could hope for,
Could want or ever be
Are manifest already;
I only wish to see!
—
My response to Mish’s wonderful prompt at
dVerse.
I’ve done enough wishful thinking in my life, and it’s never measured up. I don’t regret it, but now do my best to let Universal Intelligence “think” through me and not to rest all my hope and expectations on material things – ore people!
I have never seen the stars, but know them by their light. I feel their sparkles shimmer in my mind as I lift my face to the sky. Iām told that they are falling or passing on their way. So I enjoy their shining pinpoints ā different from the day.
gosamer threads spun
with no thought for their short lives
stars and spiders know
—
A haibun in response to Toni’s “night sky” prompt at
dVerse.
It’s not the first time I’ve written about stars, but the first I’ve been aware of not actually seeing them. Like so many other things, I feel them – that is all, and that is enough.
ocean swirls and churns
feelings thought dead resurface
rumbles of desire
tides wash out unconsciousness
deposit new embraces
—
My first knowing try of this “female” Japanese form. I wrote some over a decade ago, but doubt I really understood the form. I’m not sure I understand it yet, but Toni is helping out over at
dVerse MeetingTheBar. š
silent in its softness
LOUD in its absence
musical in the unspoken, unsung
lyrical in expressive wisdom
harmonious through the world’s dissonance
BIG BANG of creation
unfolding of love
—
For Walt’s “the sound of love” prompt at
dVerse.
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