Hurts, doesn’t it?
I shouldn’t touch that, should I?
How are we doing today?
Your questions jar me into awareness
so I can remember
that my pickles are not your pickles.
Your voice jars me open,
shattering the open jars
of my pickled brain.
—
Björn’s chosen word is “jar” for Quadrille 13 at
dVerse.
Come join us – drinks and entertainment are free, and the Quadrille is always fascinating! Pickles not required.
Blue is my favorite color,
Though I really can’t say why.
I’ve never seen the ocean,
The flowers or the sky,
The hue of sweetest berries,
Or my child’s sparkling eyes.
But blue’s my favorite color,
And maybe I know why:
The peace of its vibration,
The healing it provides,
The grace so all-embracing,
A deeper touch than sight.
O blue’s my favorite color,
A blessing of the Light!
—
Like
Bryan’s “Awaken us to the Blue,”
this poem didn’t come immediately. I do love blue and always have. But no, I’ve never seen it. So, that got me wondering how I can say it’s my favorite color. Here you go,
written for
dVerse Poetics.
I loved her even before I saw her, heard her, held her in my arms. Sure, it was because I met one like her, an older, more imposing, different one, just similar enough to help me name what I was looking for.
Yet I had to wait. Money was one problem; time was another. I didn’t have the right amount of either. But she waited, too, and I saved. When at last money and time came together, I called her, sight unseen, sound unheard.
When that one special, rightly chosen ukulele came into my open hands, my open heart responded. She is Brio, meaning spirit, enthusiasm, animation, dynamism (I like that!), verve. And with that Spirit, we create beautiful music together.
Love is the Lifeforce
Demanding seasons align
Waiting turns to bliss
—
Today Toni tends the pub at
dVerse,
presenting the task of composing a romantic haibun. There are 2 things I consciously hesitate to do here… 1) I try not to write much Japanese poetry like haiku or haibun, because I feel mine always fall short. 2) Romance? Uh, no. But I could not in good conscience totally blow off the prompt, especially not after reading the other poets’ beautiful contributions! And so, with trembling fingers I offer up the closest thing to romance I can muster. I hope it’s not too cheesy. 😮
And have a listen to Brio,
’cause the music flows freely around here!
Red hair, blue eyes that sparkle in a contemplative face
With heart and hands of kindness, feet that walk a steady pace.
I’ve much to say but think enough of others to refrain;
A witty sense of wisdom and Reality that frames
My Self.
—
Written in response to Lillian’s beautiful prompt at
dVerse.
Circles, squares,
Poems, Prayers!
Weaving, writing,
Creating, inviting!
Lessons, reading,
Learning, eating!
Feeding body, mind and soul
With the work I love to hold,
Only then to give away
The things that fill each joyous day
To someone needing comfort, care–
In weaving, writing,
Circles, squares!
—
I always enjoy Walt’s prompts over at
dVerse,
and this one is no exception. We’re asked to write of either drought or deluge. I’ve experienced both on many levels, and each takes a different art of balancing! This current deluge is a positive one. 🙂
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. I was a lady once.
I was a lady once.
Marriage, child, all in order;
Duties, boundaries, rules and borders.
I was a lady once.
2. I was a servant, too.
I was a servant, too.
Cook and clean and keep the homefire;
Mother and ignore desire.
I was a servant, too.
3. I am a Spirit true!
I am a Spirit true!
Now I listen, all in order,
Breaking chains of rules and borders.
I am a Spirit true!
4. I am a shining jewel!
I am a shining jewel!
God that lights and lives creation
Is my every animation.
I am a shining jewel!
5. I am a lady still.
I am a lady still.
Changing life, unchanging Spirit;
Gentle voice inside, I hear it.
I am a lady still.
I am a lady still!
—
This was written for the last day of prompts for the Fifth Anniversary of
dVerse.
Gayle Walters Rose asked us to consider a belief we once held that has changed. She presented other questions and possibilities, all of which I found intriguing. Read the post! I chose to write about the roles we’re taught or expected to play; there’s an obvious gender stereotype in this song, and a more subtle question of personal identity. The idea broadens to our Universal Identity, spiritual make-up, Cosmic Essence. We are all a Shining Jewel, regardless of our changing roles on earth.
I started these lyrics 2 years ago. Thank you, Gayle, for a great opportunity to finish them and put them to music. They still read like a poem, so I hope my fellow dVerse Poets enjoy the song!
As part of the Fifth Anniversary celebration at
dVerse,
we’re asked to write micropoems, very short works wrapped up in Twitter’s 140 character limit. Each of the poems below stands alone; they are not stanzas to be read as one poem. Only the first is new; I’ve tweeted the others before, but they are all original.
Old thoughts
In new packaging
The cycle of life unfurls!
But… I couldn’t just write one new tiny piece, so I got to wondering if a
Limerick
would fit within the character limit! The linked ones don’t (at least, I didn’t check them), but this one…
The Limerick is too long to fit,
But I got the guts and the grit.
O I’ll make it work
And my duty not sherk!
Defeat so complete? Not a bit!
(That’s 139 characters, count ’em!)
Now for those I wrote on Twitter itself, so I know they work:
4/29/16
God is great,
God is good,
Let us thank Himn as we should!
4/2/16
When I feel lost,
I find myself again
Where I have always been
Deep within.
5/1/15
Once unrestrained
Then I thought.
Now I think restrained about covers it.
5/3/15
Cunning gets
What it wants
Only through a narrow lens.
5/3/15
Worry grows.
Nothing goes.
Love knows.
5/14/15
It’s time to remember
The nature of my soul –
A throwback to who I really am.
5/15/15
Lipservice says
The best things in life are free.
Living shows
Avoidance in the worst way!
5/15/15
From lead to gold,
Ice to steam,
Fear to Love –
Alchemy!
5/16/15
Armed with sword and shield
I march into the battle
Still unprotected.
5/18/15
O to live
In the realization
Of the Beautiful Mind
Within me!
5/21/15
Surrender your life
Don’t waste your mind
Know your right that is Divine!
5/22/15:
God,
Universal
Intelligence,
Directs
Everything
5/25/15:
Blank pages appear
Because we don’t know
The whole story.
SO may we read on!
5/25/15
I remember:
We are One.
Do you?
5/26/15
The sun shines my heart
The moon lights my mind
And living waters quench my thirsty soul.
5/27/15
I sacrificed myself
On a pyre of memories.
The hero is my soul that wouldn’t die!
6/25/15
Too much of a good thing
Is nonetheless the same extreme
As too little of what we need.
So moderation is the key.
I like these little gems and will write more–thus the 1 here. 🙂
I cannot find my heart
In the hustle and bustle and hassle and rustle…
Though it’s not even Christmas, I fear!
I cannot find my heart
In illusion, confusion, profusion, delusion,
For its voice is too quiet to hear.
In the silence I wait,
When I can remember,
And call to the Spirit inside.
I cannot find my heart
Unless I am seeking
Rediscovering what’s always been mine.
—
For the Fifth Anniversary celebration at
dVerse,
where Walt asks us to draw inspiration from this quote:
“I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.” ~Sebastian Barry from his novel A Long, Long Way
Stretching over earth and sea and sky,
Asking questions, singing answers;
Holding all our “why’s”.
Body, mind and Spirit taking part,
Rising to crescendo, FORTE!
Let it fill your heart.
The songlines draw each life a brilliant art!
—
A musical-themed Sevenling for
DVerse.
Celebrating is the last thing I feel like doing.
The first thing is sleep.
The second is coffee, but I’ve already had too much.
That leads to the third,
A terminal headache…
But this, too, shall pass
As I journey onward
To celebrate
Again!
—
Grace hosts today’s first of five anniversary features over at
DVerse.
The Quadrille has become a favorite of mine, and this one should contain the word “journey”. I am journeying indeed, but not celebrating… yet.
Mystical Strings 
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