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
Newness a prompt from Poet’s United.
along life’s path
I picked up a pebble
grateful
it was not in my shoe
along life’s path
I picked up a smile
funny thing
it belonged to you!
along life’s path
I felt the dawn
warm rays
filled from within
along life’s path
I held a little hand
attached to a child
with a giggly grin
along life’s path
I stood and fell
but you were faithful
always there
along life’s path
gratitude spilled
on friends who loved
blessed to care
I wish each of you who have been in life’s path a warm and happy holiday season. May the blessings flow in 2014!!
Thank you to the talented ladys at Poets United who have provided a year of delightful inspiration. This week’s prompt was Gifts and Blessings.
Across the seas I heard a call
I’d waited so long to hear
“Come follow me”
I climbed to the top of the world
“Follow me” I heard more clearly
there it was a pathway
billowy like new snow
rimmed in gold flecked blue
“the first step is the most challenging”
I heard a whisper on the winds
I had dreams each night of being together
now that the time had come I was afraid
“you must believe there is a firm path”
Closing my eyes, I reached my arms before me knowing the first step would hold the answers…
~Take a step into the clouds and check out all the wonderful fiction posted each week in response to Rochelle’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers
capture the cool scent
summer’s storm not yet spent
walk along the path
*
heat ripples in waves
thunder booms in the background
run as cool drops fall
The prompt at Carpe Diem is Suzushi or cool/ coolness what we all seek on a hot summer day
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
She sat by the trickling stream deep in thought.
She gazed at her only companion the moon; it was lovely and ethereal.
It reminded her of years of dreams. “If only…” She sighed.
Quietly he sat beside her; he wrapped his strong arms around her.
She leaned against his shoulder. He turned her face toward his. He gazed into the depth of her mesmerizing blue eyes.
“Those eyes, I know those eyes.” He could have looked there forever.
He traced her face with his thumb. He combed his fingers through her long, silky hair.
He breathed in the clean fragrance of her.
His finger traced her lips and paused.
He lowered his lips to hers so gentle yet filled with unspoken desire.
“Those lips…” taste of a lifetime of hope, of waiting, of …
…The breeze gently lifted a tendril of her hair and caressed her cheek.
She leaned in to whisper a kiss on lips never forgotten.
He was gone…
where did he go????? the reader asks
Thanks to the A to Z challenge co-hosts for the daily fun.
photography: “La Luna” & “Garden Path” copyright 2012 L. Moon
Please go to One Stop Poetry – Moondustwriter Thursday to read The Path of the Discarded
Blue Moon ( by Moondustwriter)
Last night she was bright
nothing blue
when I look at you
silvery light
makes me dance
makes me sing
My attire was right
moon dust covered the night
soaking in the pure
cold delight of you
the moon she must shine
don’t you know she is mine
we are joined
by the dance
til the end of romance
The Seer (by Dave Holloway)
It’s in love’s nature
to reveal what’s true,
to un-clutter the path
between me and you.
Yet that’s too close,
the seer will say.
Too many lies
structure the day.
Betrayals arrive
to keep truth at bay.
To protect the illusions
cluttering the way.
See how that works?
asked the aging seer.
The greater the truth,
the greater the fear.
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)
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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
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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