I tried to draw a rose today
but noise and life got in the way
my pencil finally took control
what it drew I hardly know
“it’s good I guess” I tell the pad
I sniff the scent of rubber band
I tried to draw a rose today
crumpled paper, thrown away
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rare beauty
inhale, no bottle can hold
rose succulence
Flowers can cheer a frown into a smile. Poets United knows this well and so the prompt this week is Flowers!!!
I am but a worm on this leaf
I look upon two sides of the world
she is a beauty
full of life, a treasure
fanning hope and peace
he is a devil
piercing the sky with pain
injustice and anger
are his middle name
I am but a worm on this leaf
“In matters of truth and justice, there is no difference between large and small problems, for issues concerning the treatment of people are all the same.”
“But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by everyone, despised by the people.”
Psalm 22:6
The prompt for Poets United Midweek Motif is Justice or Poetic Justice. I will take poetic license and give a voice to the worm.
Photograph: Rose called ‘Peace‘
whether viewing football
through a glass
winter scene
rear view passed
what rose is sweeter
than its name
endless scales
perception changed
Ok so the poem is silly. The first photograph is an 80″ view of the Superbowl through an 8 oz glass. These all being offered for the WordPress Photochallenge prompt- SCALE
Reach through the window
Put on my finest dress
Separate worlds
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The prompt at Carpe Diem is “I dreamed I was a butterfly”
cho kiete tamashii ware ni kaeri keri
the butterfly having disappeared,
my spirit
came back to me
by Wafu
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Today’s prompt for Poet’s United Mid Week Motif is 13 (using 13 lines) . So often we think of this number as bad luck.
What am I to wear
season passed beneath the snow
ugly bulky winter fare
I will sing a lovely tune
to bring a smile to his face
not noisy as the summer festoon
none other than fragrance of spring
a dash of a tango
might I borrow fairy wing?
midnight song will I falsetto sing
fresh light notes
nature’s simple offering
ivory with a hint of pink
dance I’ll share with the stars
jealous be the moon I think
Today is Palm Sunday a day of newness and celebration. I wave my palm branch for the King knowing of the darkness to come.
This poem is from an old archived piece of prose, the poem is new, the photo was borrowed from my photography folder, the rose is a hint of Pink. This my offering for the wonderful, weekly, poetry pantry hosted by Mary at Poet’s United.
I took a pose
and beautifully fell
caught by stiff icy arms
elegant red rose
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I tried to arise
from white blanket cold
no hot house warmth
flower, snow and stone
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lift me as I groan
nothing can I feel
what once ran free
a bleeding heart alone
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no tears remain for me
shriveled up and dead
wind blows away at will
valentine’s face this dread
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.
The WordPress photochallenge prompt for the New Year is Beginning
Hope you see how Nature tells a story from different angles with my iphone. This is nature week at phonography Lens and pens by Sally
Happy New Year to a cast of fantastic photographers that I enjoyed in 2013!
With loving eyes
I untied
the white satin ribbon
opened the book
an epic romance
our love story
red and ivory rose petals
fell like snowflakes
from the pages
I remembered
when they covered…
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My fingers instinctively caressed
love… always… yours…
words you had written to me
in the throes of passion
my fingertips were stained
those words would have dried
long ago
these were fresh ink stains
words you had written
this morning
to another
Photography © 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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