a single bloom
watering can fills hopes
bouquet of dreams
As winter winds begins to blow, be filled by the fragrant hope of warm days to come.
Tag: dreams
A Bit Taller #haiku
The prompt from Carpe Diem’s Haiku Kai — Here is the haiku by Michael Dylan Welch to inspire you to write an all new haiku, tanka or another Japanese poetry form:
pull of tonight’s moon—
the harbor lighthouse
a little taller
© Michael Dylan Welch
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My son when he was a little guy always loved to slip on big shoes.
His head was full of imaginings about when he’d be big.
He never tripped when he wore too big shoes.
My artist mother captured him one day as he was raking the yard.
In a series of drawings (this being one), my son managed to keep my shoes on while chasing the dog.
helping with yard work
dreams of being a man
wearing big shoes
Summer Dreams #haiku #photography
suwari taru fune ni neteiru atsusa kana
in a boat grounded at low tide,
taking a nap
in the summer heat!
© Yosa Buson
swaying with the tide
my dreams roll with the waves
rope’s gentle tug
On a warm summer’s afternoon, it is easy to doze into a nap filled with dreams. The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Nap
Since Cherry Blossoms… #haiku
Inspired by Basho:
since the cherry blossoms
I’ve waited three months to see
the twin-trunk pine
Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
memories spill over
cherry blossoms line the path
counting the days
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cherry daydreams
soft pink decorates the sky
never sated
Photography: Moondust Designs 2015
This episode of Carpe Diem Haiku “Since Cherry Blossoms” is a reminder that they will return.
Time Passage #poetry
I stood on the edge of the universe
stars within my grasp
reach for them I did
I never thought to ask
nudging my fingertips
a velvety lamb’s ear
in an old forgotten grotto
nature knows she is here
In the expanse of a gallery
the paint is still fresh
though the paintings are old
where I had my first test
hand-picked stone lined path
each flower has a name
crunch of gravel so familiar
tho I am no longer the same
This place harkens to her footsteps
welcomes me anew
tho time has passed
memories like morning dew
I was taught from before I was able to talk the value of the elderly, the importance of honor, and the lessons I could learn if I listened closely. I am sad for a generation that places so little value for those past a certain age. Because of this attitude, there are lessons unlearned/ history unheard.
There is more reality than metaphor in this poem and a gratitude beyond expression that I hold for those who taught me to reach for the stars.
I’m also sharing a link to rewrite of a fictionalized story of an elderly patient – here
The prompt from Poets United Midweek Motif – “Choose an Elder to honor in a poem…”
Frozen Spring #haiku #spring
Spring dreams
ballerina water dance
frozen in motion
En pointe
hydrangea surrounds the stage
ballerina’s spray
This poem for Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United was written in the heart of winter. The ballerina in these haiku awaits the opening of spring’s curtain.
I am so grateful to Poet’s United for the interview about the poetry book for the orphans of Ebola in Liberia and to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. If you are unfamiliar with these two poetry communities, please check them out.
Submissions are open until June 1st.
The poems being submitted are a beautiful chorus that fit so well together.
Monet and Poplars #haiku #art
Gathering my thoughts
my paints loathe to follow
poplar dreams
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sky color palette
cloud influenced impression
Monet found
*
canvas dry
I miss my poplar print
no more tears
Monet influenced so many writers and artists and continues to do so. The Carpe Diem prompt is “Poplars”
Look Up #poetry #devotion
They looked up to the sky
wondering how the birds might
Men in their minds worked
puzzling over to flight
Time after time they tried
always another glitch
falling apart at the seams
so unlike the finch
trials they persevered
eager to gain height
broken bones and wings
brothers were named Wright
higher and higher we fly
looking beyond the loon
forging a further frontier
what marvel to walk on the moon
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It took commitment (day in and day out) for men who wanted to fly to build that dream. It takes (daily) commitment, a focus forward, and stamina to strive toward a relationship with our God.
“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead.”
Philippians 3:13
Shared today with the folks at Poet’s United Poetry Pantry.
A Dream within a Dream #EdgarAllenPoe #haiku #photography
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. ~Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Grasping at hope
sea pulls at all I hold dear
your kiss still warm
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tears at great cost
dark dreams possess my heart
you are gone
The prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Ghost Writer: Dream within a Dream
To the Future and Back Again #poetry #childhood #dpchallenge
When as a child
where did dreams with you fly?
did you ride dragons
were you a double agent spy?
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Did the Orient Express
carry you in style?
were you philosophic
pondering life all the while
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Did your nose always
end in books
where you followed wizards
hobbits with the name of Took?
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Would you see the world
from outer space
or march to a drum beat
always in place?
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Over electron microscope
did you faithfully stand
peering beneath cells
the smallest though very grand?
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No matter the consonant
or silent vowel
the dreams you dreamed
awakened in willowed hollow
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The life you lived
is who you’d be
time to dream again
try it you’ll see
The wordpress daily post writing prompt for today is Future’s Past.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
Well honestly I haven’t stopped dreaming yet.
penned in moon dust 