Going in or out
nature beckons past winter
opening to light
Miscellaneous Musings has a prompt each Thursday for those who love photographing doors.
Going in or out
nature beckons past winter
opening to light
Miscellaneous Musings has a prompt each Thursday for those who love photographing doors.
Fiddling with the superball in my pocket
wondering if it can touch the cloud overhead
I want to go the places it can reach
I want to soar high overhead
Listening to the footsteps in the plaza
a villanous plot from hundreds of years ago
hiding beneath my black cape
takes me places I wish to go
Backing up or going forward
so many things my imagination allows me to see
and all the while I am wondering
who the real me today might be
“Everything you can imagine is real” — Pablo Picasso
Painting: “Pablo Picasso, 1910, Woman with Mustard Pot (attribution here.)
grab a little star dust
from your fingers let it flow
circle ’round the galaxy
just to let them know
etch some lines of meaning
pour an ounce of love
sprinkle last some goodness
from our God above
Dawn peers beyond my fingertips
gently I caress your form
on your contours I ply paint
creating a masterpiece
*
Breaking over the horizon
you take my breath away
sudden rays of merging color
I hold on to purple
*
Awakened by the light
you turn to grasp me
sleepy green- eyed smile
finger -painting the landscape of a new day
The prompt over at Verse First at Poet’s United is: The Body Becomes the Landscape. Looking at the photographic mastery of Carl Warner it is easy to believe. I’m taking the contours of an early dawn landscape that could easily be a human form as my inspiration for this poem.
we strive in our heart’s passion
set the prisoner free
words edged with fire
brush strokes flair in action
notes collide on music’s sea
*
we survive lacking passion
bend the captive’s mind
tread water in muddied pool
a box an artist’s prison
society’s claw creativity to bind
photography: “Leaf the bricks” ©L. Moon 2012
Today’s welcome inspiration –> Kyoshi Takahama and shutting my eyes
me tsumureba wakaki ware ari haru no yoi
shutting my eyes
I find a young me found
in the Spring evening
Look through time’s window
she pours over Tolstoy
hearing him not me
*
Silent I follow
quiet footprints mark my path
traversing life’s way
Thanks to Kristjaan who inspires wonderful haiku. Today is no except. Please go over to his site Chevresfeuilles Carpe Diem and see what I mean
Photographs: “Reading Tolstoy” and “Sandy Path” both these works are copyrighted by the artist (Clare 1981) and the photographer.
Use by permission only L. Moon 2013
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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