golden rays
open nature’s aperture
out with the tide
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?
~Isaiah 40:12
Source:
yesterday I stubbed my toe
nothing was making sense
my imprints vanishing
closed in by life’s fence
today I followed my footsteps
retraced some of my steps
jumped similar waves
discovered no more regrets
tomorrow I’ll follow my heart
no matter the cost
sing to you and the sea birds
our smiles will never be lost
*
Where do you find your younger self?
People to enjoy these last few days with the A to Z Challenge:
on water’s edge
sea, sand and sky converge
shoes filled with sand
Today’s photo prompt at WordPress is “State of Mind”
my eyes long to caress you smooth as silk
your bronze glow accentuated by dawn
my fingers can only momentary trace a message
watery “I love yous” fade away
as the sea draws lacy covers back
remnant of a long night blurrs
gold red rays warm your skin
long legged birds celebrate your awakening
I a mere voyeur watch…
the morning rises from slumber
meeting the sea’s welcome embrace
I inhale the beauty of a new day
This week’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Beauty. Where in the world do you see beauty?
Yearning for hot sea breeze
eyes peer in the darkness
where only the moon sees
deep is the awakening
curling of rouge wet lips
pressed against my own
caught in desire starlit
the waves rushing onward
hands hold me beneath the tide
where I gasp for air
longing to drown by your side
*
The prompt for the Midweek Motif at Poet’s United is “Night” .
Who doesn’t need a bit of hot spice on a summer’s night?
Nature the canvas
intricate are the lines
painted by His hands
The prompt for this week’s WordPress DP Photo Challenge is Intricate. Where do you see “Intricate”?
this road–
no one goes down it
autumn’s end
~Basho
And here I meet him – Dusk
eyes linger
on the last flames
burning off cities in the distance
he offers his hand
“will you dance?”
“yes, but I must rise soon.”
for a few stolen moments
we dance as the day fades to away
last of day’s splendor
blue sky merges with sea
moon yawns
Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem prompts us to write about Dusk. I used my poetic license to create a haibun for such an occasion.
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. ~Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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The prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Ghost Writer: Dream within a Dream
Color’s captive
day’s end refraction
light stealer
This weeks Daily Post Photochallenge is Refraction
You sit silently
water teases
bumping against
your hull
a few more moments
rest
preparing for a dance with the waves
and then like the rooster that crows at dawn,
the captain shouts the order:
“unleash the mainsail,
ready the ropes from mooring
raise our standard,
let the sun have her glorious moment”
colors dance and flutter as the breeze grasps sepia sails
the sun smiles, ” yes, the perfect day to set out”
I remember too well
days when the sun-kissed my face
and the breeze snapped at my hair
like a bubble the topsails float free
sailors amble down the ropes
upturned faces meet the day in an “ahhh”
more billowing white than brown
as the captain tugs at the wheel
“yes, my lady, it is time to fly”
he grasps the smooth wood like a lover
he feels her tug back, “I am ready,” she whispers
free from her mooring, she lets the wind pull her about
sailor’s legs are eager to feel the motion of the sea
white meets blue in a halo of reflections
tears pool as my heart wants to grasp at freedom
a tug of war with spirit and earth
as the sails reach to the sea
she glides toward open water
I am glad for the reminder
one day I too will leave the mooring of life
releasing billowing sails to the winds beyond
gliding freely with the captain of my ship to open waters
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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