New as the Moon #haiku #poem #photgraphy

Dust beneath my feet

hoot owl chants a new song

Old as the hills

The prompt for Carpe Diem is New Moon. A favorite topic.

What do you love about the moon???

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Sun Kissed #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

old, weathered sun has kissed my face

 youthful  color there is no trace

wind scorched have I been left to dry

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

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the life we shared was fair and good

the test of time is where we stood

what came between love you and I?

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

*

some things do come and others go

life springs forth death’s a solemn blow

things fade away, I don’t know why

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

*

the hinges barely hold me now

I soon shall take my final bow

I say these things with fateful sigh

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

Unhinged

 

 

 Kyrielle:  a french form poem is structured so that all lines have eight syllables and each stanza of four lines ends in a refrain. The Kyrielle takes on a rhythmical form much like a rhyming couplet.

The structure of the Kyrielle is made of of a minimum of three  lined stanzas

aabB

ccbB

ddbB

eebB

(the capital line denotes the refrain that runs through the poem.) Thanks to Young Writers for the information

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“People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross (Brainy Quotes)

Fresh #poetry #photography

Fresh

 fallen the night before

crisp

 footprints on distant shore

crystalline

capturing  fallen light

colorful

red rose smiling bright

holding

hands clasped this day

speechless

love needed nothing to say

vowed

spoken to the skies

renewed

snowflakes in our eyes

free

petals fall in the breeze

laughter

whispers spoken to the trees

fallen

strong stood aged oak

memory

 song where new life awoke

reaching

striving for the sun

hoping

new path on which to run

In 75 words or less: A New Year.  Again.  Are you a fan of “new”? Or are you tired of the whole idea of “new,” preferring the tried and true? 

Newness a prompt from Poet’s United.

The Narrow Road #haiku #napowrimo

There’s a narrow road

you can see it if you try

look very closely

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look very closely

for the almost hidden way

peer beyond the trees

***

peer beyond the trees

 imagination unfolds

a story is told

***

a story is told

worlds and cultures far and near

 centuries old

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centuries old

aged hands move yellowed page

story of the road

The prompt for today at Carpe Diem  is the Story Teller. My story is inspired by Kristjaan and Basho both who have written about “The Narrow Road”

Write me off #poetry #life’slessons

As long as you relegate me

to the third person

I can remain in your jail

unwanted, unaccepted

blotted away as the ink fails

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As long as you write of me

he,she

or it

then I can’t exist

in your word’s orbit

***

As long as you close the book

you classify me

old, dusty, archived

no memory’s smile

when you chance by

***

you hope that love

of the brown pages

becomes impotent

delving into me

time not well spent

The Family Barn (Americana Series)

You’ve seen many seasons- my friend

there are those who came to you for shelter

others came for food

All knew you were faithful

to stand firm, during a storm

***

you never complained

always held your peace

when families had their squabbles

you endured with quiet strength

***

children were birthed in your wings

old ones withered – died there too

many a story revolves around you

***

now when your life

is fading away

some sigh “all things must end”

you smile – a sad shade of gray

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others mourn the memories you store

the beauty you possess

will always be remembered

never again will there be

another you!!!

Photo: L Moon (Creative Commons Lic)

“Hello” (people used to speak into a receiver)

“Hello” are you still

there?

If not then where

did you go?

*

Is it time?

Is it space?

where’s the connection?

I’m out of place

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Now you have

Smart phones

receivers that think

I’m an anomaly

so out of sync

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Don’t you remember

the good ‘ole dayz?

I offered comfort

in this

place

Intelligence an “I” that looks into the Wisdom of the Ages

I was talking to a fellow poet about trees this week. We were musing about the intelligence stored up in the trees. What mistakes would we bypass if we could access the ancient wisdom of the trees?

Have you ever contemplated what if would be like to have been under the teaching of Plato, or studied art with Monet, or ridden in a tank with MacArthur? Can you imagine the wisdom that those who have gone before us could impart to man today?

Survivors

Think about the Redwoods or the Sequoias. They are some of the oldest trees in existence – they have been through many wars, survived plagues, droughts, and general mayhem. These trees managed to keep it together during the Civil War. They held their peace when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. They felt the earth quake in their roots when bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Peace Summit

Think about holding a peace summit with the oldest trees in the world. I’m sure they could shed some literal and figurative light on the direction our world is going. They have seen and heard what has come from the ramblings and the idiocies of men.

Listen

What would the trees say to us? Listen really carefully and maybe just maybe you can catch a piece of a conversation between two senior citizens:

“Remember that young fella. He was almost as tall as the young saplings. He was interested in trees and mankind – honest too.”

“I remember when Teddy Roosevelt made a tribute to some of our relatives. That human knew a thing or two about trees.”

“You must understand, young Hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.” – Treebeard

If only we would listen, maybe our world could stop the speeding train heading toward disaster. Trees don’t care about economics, but I’m sure they would love to see the human heart exposed. How would it fair if it were exposed?

The trees would expound on the merits of wisdom. Wisdom would be revealed in compassion for one’s fellow man rather than the popular getting ahead schemes of the populace.

Straight from the Tree’s Mouth

If we could only get a quote from a tree – hmmm

‘One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them, filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface were sparkling with the present; like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake.’ The Lord of the Rings- The Two Towers

If you have been reading my “I” series this is a different kind of  “I”. Hope it causes you to ponder. As I stood beneath an old tree today, I tried to soak in just a little something – Intelligence??? Who knows…