Fresh #poetry #photography

beauty

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.

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Life’s Path #poetry #photography #Christmas

winter alley lights

 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

one tin soldier

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.

 

The First Step #flashfiction

maui-from-mauna-kea
Maui from Mauna Kea by Douglas M. MacIlroy

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

The Cool Path – (Suzushi / cool) #haiku #photography #summer

rainy day walk

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 

Looking Back #haiku #photography #art

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

Those Eyes #atoz #napomo #photography

When love is elusive as the mist at night where do you go but to your dreams…

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

Blue Moon / The Seer(poems)

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.

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