no one left to tell me
who or where you are
time dated by your dressing
the link is just too far
empty eyes are seeking
too distant is the past
surely no one speaking
sepia crinkled fast
Have you ever held a photo that you knew had held importance but you had no idea what it was? The people who were in the photo were long gone and you kept it to try to hold the memory for someone long gone.
The water’s stories flow
she laps against my boat
pages of history turning
one torn proffered note
lazy sun lulled to sleep
one hand in the nile
not very far off
slanted eye, crocodile
a swish of his tail
for my hand it’s too late
better learn from history
spilt blood is her fate
awaken to the falls
book falls from my hand
so much life has been lived
on this river beauty, grand
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can’t count the drops
seasons droughts and floods
orphans plentiful
Celebrating the strength and beauty of the Acholi people and the Nile on this A to Z challenge Monday.
Kristjaan shares for today’s prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: ” I discovered that “Shevet Uul” is the valley of Shiveet Khairhan Mountain and that it is a very sacred place for the Tuvan people. Shirveet Khairhan means “holy carved mountain” and it points towards a very large amount of petroglyphs which can be found on this mountain. Those petroglyphs are telling the creation of the Altai Mountains region and its religious meaning for the Tuvan.”
eyes trace fissures
breeze carries holy chants of old
hands caress the past
Photograph: Rock Formation in New Mexico by L. Moon 2012
they have so many stories to tell
leather bound, some think some thin
heavy or light like a feather
more tales, imaginations to spin
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grabbing for our attention
but wait before you go
look down deep to the archives
untold journeys you know
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into dust willing I descend
books so large it takes two
who knows the pages turned
by famous people who knew
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conjurors of mystery
history will claim the stash
faded away are prose, poetrys
hidden in this place of the past
Watching numbers increase
children, moms and dads
many hands join
the clock we aim to beat
suit walked on the moon
put back together
generations to enjoy
happily on history’s loom
reach the number with the crowd
each of us will share a prize
knowing we were a part
Neil’s ghost will be so proud
Yesterday we (staff and volunteers at National Air and Space Museum) watched the numbers hourly as day two of #reboot the suit was underway. I cant tell you how many children and families had their pictures taken by the cardboard copy of Neil Armstrong’s space suit. This is where unity works so well – toward a cause that people can get behind.Check out #Rebootthesuit; it is the first kickstarter that Smithsonian has undertaken for fundraising. Presently on day three, the project is three fifths of the way to the goal.
The prompt at Poet’s United today is Unity.
golden rise upon the mountain
light moves gently over the scene
colors join the day in knowing
this is an answer to a dream
donkey’s colt untied and led forth
his only rider is a king
palm branches line La Via
Hosanna shouts while others sing
the silent rocks they know the story
holding back the truth they know
but one day all will be revealed
and men will cry in shouts of woe
this Palm day swift leads to another
where the course of history bends
his eyes have looked into many
love’s message to each one he sends
Today is Palm Sunday the day when Jesus entered Jerusalem under the hails of Hossanas.
“Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples.” But Jesus answered, “I tell you, if these become silent, the stones will cry out!” Luke 19:39 & 40
One day (in a week) he is revered, another he is sold, and blood spills upon the Via Dolorosa…
Wishing all at Poet’s United a Happy Palm Sunday!
Below stately columns tall
and lofty words
men rise and fall
many have gone before us
some to revere
others under breath
we sneer
here lies the mystery
if you led with honor
you revered through history
were you the fool
they will malign you
curse your rule
lead for the lives of the least
understand their pain
and eyes will tear
when they consider your reign
A leader may be one who leads a few or the masses but a good leader is neither arrogant nor small in the way he looks upon others. He is the one little children want to emulate when they are grown.
Our prompt at Poet’s United – Leader.
Aged marks the alley
A way traversed by man
many feet have covered
more years than that have spanned
Aged marks a history
where crimes in stealth occurred
running for a hidden place
but they had been observed
Aged marks a story
the stones that cannot speak
holding back the knowledge
not told on any street
Aged yes and crafty
we carry many scars
were you to know the secrets
you’d gasp and be alarmed
Seek not for the answers
we whisper in our drink
this alley holds much darkness
they’re coming
for you
we think
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Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers for another week, another great prompt, and an entry into an alley where there may be no exit.
I took the liberty of editing Kent Bonham’s shot just a bit. I wanted the focus to be on the stones of this alley.
If you could be a character
from any time in history
who would you be?
Would you drive elephants
over the Pyrenees?
Would you a beautiful woman be
running a powerful country?
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Would you write of grand and small
of rivers boats and boys
perform in city’s hall
travel the world to see it all
would photography be your call
of waters mighty fall
Yosemite grandeur’s tall
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Ride a ship deep into space
a child’s literary hero
though none knows your face
chart a journey to a distant place
under water worlds that none can trace
a man, a woman in a race
around the globe in 80 days
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All the things you see
the characters as one
“take not that path,” you plead
as you endeavor books to read
fingers, eyes do lead
never enough stories to feed
the imagination’s greed
The suggested prompt for Nablopomo today is what character would you be? As an avid reader since I was a young child, I would say the character in the book I am presently reading (historical or fictional). What about you. Who would you be?
Hidden in the clouds
ancient mystery unfolds
footprints remain
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footprints remain
history before me
my shoes don’t fit
My friend Kristjaan at Carpe Diem has chosen the world of Machu Picchu as today’s prompt. Who would not want to marvel at a world where ancients once strode?
Photograph: Stock photography
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.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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