There it is …
that space
right before the moment…
the thought
“this will never end”
and then I see your eyes
convey I am right
again…
Shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United. There is always room for more poetry in the pantry.
Shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United. There is always room for more poetry in the pantry.
a season past where tears formed streams
cherry blossoms now burst in spring
where lightening seared a rift in oak
the vine is mending a path of hope
the winter offered barren cold
there’s feasting in our forest I’m told
voices seek two hearts to mend
harmonic tones a heavenly blend
dawn’s release of sun to sky
a tear emerges from my eye
all the words that will ever be
cannot express nature’s beauty
The poet’s united prompt for the day is Enlightenment. How are you enlightened?
(If you click the dove, she looks up close and personal)
Playing out of tune
my first string snapped
no one to hear my concerto
anyway
*
Key of C is flat
you came and seized my bow
then you walked away
over plucked
***
not to worry tho
my strings I changed today
more bows, in a bit of luck
fiddler performs soon
***
Relationships have their ups and downs. What do you do when you are out of tune???
intertwined over time
ivy encircled trunk
won’t let go
The WordPress daily post challenge is Steadfast
Today I cast off my dreams
leaving them on yesterday’s wake
did I have the perfect form
or was I making a mistake
*
today I waded deep into sorrow
jigsaw puzzle pieces mismatched
wishing I could ignite the driftwood
you were reality’s dreadful catch
*
today I danced to a new beat
loosened my hair into the breeze
laughed away yesterday’s tight rope
casting-off from you an ease
I just got off the plane
heartsick still feels the same
needing you more than yesterday
my sleeve is wet with rain
concealing well my pain
I’m needing you more than yesterday
grasping for reasons why
raising questions to the afternoon sky
and I’m needing you more than yesterday
already tried running away
your smile beckoned me to stay
I’ll always need you more than yesterday
photography “Longest Day” © L. Moon 2013
“Ignorant fool”
she laughed
raising her glass
“will women never learn?
he loves the smorgasboard
taste this
feast on that
at evening’s end
he always goes home alone
to belch up his dessert
of red heads, blondes, brunettes
take it
all of them”
she flings the contents of her wine glass
to the silenced one
“you will need this”
she handed her the now emptied wine glass
“for your own tears”
The amazing photograph was from stock photographs
As we glide on the sea of life, we rarely see the squall up ahead. Squalls are a greater test for the sailor of life than the sunny weekend sailor’s dreams…
She was ours this sturdy craft
maiden voyage stem to stern packed
we set off on a lark that day
knowing not that bad weather was in the way
we pitched we rolled
our new craft took a toll
we trimmed we sailed
and emptied quite a few pail
an ugly grey squall no less
it was sent our way to give the test
when sun’s weak rays came at last
we knew one of many we had passed
for others would we be ready
in our life there would be plenty
storms to test our merit
lessons for love we would bear it
***
There are many challenges in life. If we cannot weather those storms our life is not hardy and hail. This is my offering to the A to Z challenge. A lesson of life packed into this “Y” – my little “craft” bobs and pitches on a regular basis but we are still “afloat.”
The beautiful seascape is by artist Konstantinovich
I mused over how we had met on April Fool’s Day years ago. I closed my journal recording each memory with my hot blooded lover. Last year on April 1st, I was whisked away on the back of a donkey to an al fresco lunch in a field of flowers.
“Are we fools in love?” My lover grinned at me with flowers obviously behind his back.
“Yes lucky in love I believe ” I leaned over and kissed him trying to peek to see behind him.
As he brought his hands forward with a huge bouquet of daffodils and calla lillies, I noticed that a string was tied to his pinky.
“You need to remember something?”
“Indeed I do! For attached to this string are the answers to life that I am seeking.”
“Ha” I said “I really am an April Fool if I believe that a string holds the answers to life.”
He smiled “can I give you this string and at least some of the answers then?” he smiled that winning smile that made me weak kneed.
“Yes I will play along.”
He placed the string on my ring finger while gazing in my blue orbs “Marry Me next April 1st.”
“Yes” I said knowing it was just a joke for he had told me he never wished to marry. And anyway what fool would give a girl a string engagement ring?
next april 1 fools day, I placed a band of string on my April Fool’s left hand under an arch of dafffodils and calla lillies. The bray of donkeys could be heard in the backround.
“A fool in April is lucky in love” or so the pastor said.
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This entry marks the beginning of a month of writing madness in April. Follow along with the many writers who will ply their craft daily during April A to Z. Thanks to those who are hosting this event
Photography :stock photo
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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