“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for,”*
No matter what you say.
You’re lookin’ for an actor’s part
I’m not equipped to play.
“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for”
In everything you do.
You’re lookin’ for distractions brief
TO fill the void in you.
“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for,”
Despite your whirling mind.
You’re lookin’ for the brilliant Light:
Your soul’s eternal shine!
*Quote from
“It Ain’t Me Babe” by Bob Dylan.
—
Written for Björn’s prompt at
dVerse.
The reign of our food
is clouded with foes.
I won’t dig into
the cons and cheap pros
or theories that spread
like diseases and woes.
Just one simple question:
Do we care to know
and feed ourselves fully,
so good things may grow?
—
A Quadrille using the word “cloud” (clouded here) written for
dVerse.
Please drop by and read other poems as beautiful and diverse as their poets!
Photos so neatly arranged in albums
tell the story we want to remember
of life, of love, of laughter…
The problem is:
the photos are staged.
“Now look here!”
“Smile!”
“Say cheese!”
“Stop pinching your brother!”
“Don’t make bunny ears behind your sister’s head!”
Staged, I tell you,
more than a play ever was,
is,
or will be.
Because after all,
photos do not tell the truth,
no matter how consciously arranged.
They only tell
the story we want to remember.
—
Written for
dVerse,
not in response to the photos posted, but to the theme of arranging things.
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!
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.
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. I’m told that they are falling or passing on their way. So I enjoy their shining pinpoints – 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.
You are me. I am you.
Nothing can part us. We are not two.
We are one. Thy will be done.
Spirit made flesh. The web is spun.
Created in love. Below and above.
Earthly illusions, the push and the shove.
Yet in every thing eternity sings,
One Spirit of knowing that plays its own strings.
Because you are me. And I am you.
Nothing can part us, One in the Truth!
Amen.
—
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