Broken before
life’s current jolt
fill cracks with sand
“It’ll heal” I’m told
give me half
that will have to do
who needs a heart
give me some glue
tears cant be caught
nothing to sift
hand me a shovel
I’ll bury what’s left
Drawing hearts
no distance in the sand
petal perfect
I love the textures that petals and sand make. It’s spring so enjoy the sun everyone.
I’m jumping in for an Art Date with Thursday Art Day with Rain the prompt is Signs of Spring.
I had to put the cherry blossoms up for without them there is not spring. Smiles for your spring…
I draw an endless line
I’ve forgotten where’s the start
fingers know the texture
lines drawn upon my heart
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countless beyond measure
the sands beneath my feet
a child’s toes remember
sea memories so deep
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I’ve drawn an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
at times I’ve lost all hope
those lines have etched my heart
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a hand full of grains
unbidden do they fall
a place to return to
changeless after all
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I’ve drawn an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
dreams to the four winds
poetry is my heart
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today I sketch a new life
the dawn is just ahead
new hope in the making
the sand my faithful friend
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I draw an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
fingers know the texture
lines drawn upon my heart
A dear patient passed two years ago today. Hospice is a hard world. Each caregiver/nurse gives a piece of heart. Thankfully like the sand there are many pieces. Thank you for reading…
Images Sand Meet Wave copyright 2015 & Alone at Dawn copyright 2019
pen scratches agaisnt grit
drop of blood caresses
sand paper roughness
of your words
turning like a corkscrew
my mind in confusion
used to talk straight lines
your eyes would sparkle
my hands are empty
the missing link on your wrist
blood coagulates
my pen seeks softer media
memories of feet caressing sand
beaches and piers, a quest
chasing shore birds
digging for treasure
building castles in shared dreams
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sand collapses
sun shines too bright in my eyes
you walk with another
The word “nostalgia” comes from two Greek roots, nostos meaning ‘return home’ and algia ‘longing’. However neither poetry nor politics birthed the term, rather it came from ‘medicine’. In the seventeenth century nostalgia was considered as a curable disease, like a common cold.
Nostalgia is a longing for a Place as well as for a Time.
Sharing with Poets United – the theme this week Nostalgia.
For this week’s Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu “back in time” episode we are prompted to write a new haiku or tanka with the beginning lines:
“with bare feet”
And here is the haiku, inspired on a quote by Khalil Gibran, from Kristjaan:
with bare feet
dancing on Mother Earth’s grounds
wind plays with my hair
© Chèvrefeuille
with bare feet
distant squeals of ocean play
mesmerised by sand
~ MDW
shoeless I emerge from the deep
sand clings to every crease
a giant among men
my story they don’t believe
Gulliver I am not
but I understand his plight
casting me in bronze
will eliminate all flight
The Awakening is a fantastic sculpture by artist Seward Johnson at the National Harbor in Maryland.
Have you ever been buried under the sand?
Take a moment to stop by and say “hji” to these A to Z bloggers:
Inside or out
ocean tumbles rock to sand
the heart’s the same
The prompt for the WordPress Photo Challenge this week is One Love. Where do you find love?
on water’s edge
sea, sand and sky converge
shoes filled with sand
Today’s photo prompt at WordPress is “State of Mind”
The Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompt is Alone. You are never quite alone at the ocean…
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)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
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
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
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penned in moon dust 