tama-dana ni kanarazu kaze no fuku to iu
on the ancestors’ altar
without fail
a lucky wind blows
© Issa
Light flickers
My father’s hands my son’s
memory’s smile
*
tears cover the trail
father steps into shadow
son clears the path
The Carpe Diem prompt is Ancestors. Without our ancestors who / what would we be but a jumble of DNA. Instead we have the privilege we carry on where our ancestors left off.
~Charles Schurz
This week’s shoot and quote prompt by Ese is “Touch”
Red plastic shovel
held moments ago
favorite blue cap
on your sunshine face
crooked it sat
I am washed away
claimed by sorrow
you pulled
by the riptides of life
Both driven
toward fate’s tomorrow
you toward the sea
I toward the land
and I face the dawn
alone
embraced by the sand
Uncountable are the buckets of tears that have been shed by mothers who have lost their children. The mothers in the Philippines too well embrace sorrow as a well-known unwelcome friend.
This poem in its simplicity is another tear to add to the buckets…
Reality check: This post is a reflection that I am sharing with the wordpress dpchallenge prompt Frightening. I was inspired to write this poem for the children lost in the claws of disaster in the Philippines after I saw the pieces of a child that were being picked up by police on a busy street corner. They included a child’s red shovel and a little blue cap. Tears poured from my eyes and I could only hope those things fell from a vehicle not from the arms of a child.
Here’s what other’s wrote:
The slightest touch
a knowing smile chuckles
always connected
*
always connected
hands clasped in the darkness
candle light knows
*
candle light knows
where love’s flicker started
there is no end
Photography © L. Moon 2013
He grasps for my hand
my hand reaches for his
once we fumbled
now it’s natural
a dance of two swans
swimming effortlessly
distant stars
twinkling in unison
fingers that fit
perfectly together
They wont move while you watch
my mind wills the hands around your face
tick tick I can’t wait
open the glass face and let me in
move now move quick
my life is in your perfect sphere
midnight… one… two… three…
dawn rises beautifully clear
as you pull me close to thee
forever
I tried to write
a poem today
there was something blocking
in the way
*
My mind was racing
thoughts outpacing
what I needed
to say
**
My fingers tried
to keep the pace
something just so
out of place
*
Confusion abounds
between mind and hands
What’s the problem?
there’s a jam
**
Need to stop
and see some peace
give my fingers
a word release
*
Smell the roses
Smell the coffee
just give my fingers
a little off day
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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