Recede #haiku #life

her time to go

moon radiates and pulls

out to sea

*

gray dayz

winters are harsh

there goes the hairline

*

looking at the time

seasons can’t decide

Covid expiration date

I hope amid all the masks here and distancing there that you are finding a “new normal”

Please chuckle we all need to…

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Why Are You Downcast? #psalm #trial #haiku

 

Questions makes no sense

Sitting under a fog bank

sorrow on my brow

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Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case

against an ungodly nation;

deliver me from deceitful and unjust men.

2For You are the God of my refuge.

Why have You rejected me?

Why must I walk in sorrow

because of the enemy’s oppression?

3Send out Your light and Your truth;

let them lead me.

Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,

and to the place where You dwell.

4Then I will go to the altar of God,

to God, my greatest joy.

I will praise You with the harp,

O God, my God.

5Why are you downcast, O my soul?

Why the unease within me?

Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him,

my Savior and my God.

~Psalm 45

 

There are days when sorrow is a heavy coat that holds you down like wet sand. Little can you move,  sitting for the final toll.

Downcast yes but those burdens can be tossed to the one willing to bear all burdens.

There are few answers …

The pain stings…

Throw off the great weight or the tug of the tide might be too great. It’s pull merciless  toward an embroiled  sea of despair.

Unseen Treasure #poetry #love #sea

 Rush of turbulent waves

overtake the sandy bits

I am a mere grain

hidden in the drifts

 One who sees beyond

how does He know

the deeps where I lay

His love never shifts

for treasure digging deep

it’s hard for us to grasp

open empty hands

filled with love at last

 

Photo: “Art in the Sand”  ©moondustdesigns 2019

Happy Heart #valentinesday #poetry #photography

 

Is it ever enough

wave whipped frenzy

your eyes in my love

you broke it

crimson intensity

on my lips

i make a card

tucked in black silk

you wave a heart

 

 

Sea Foam Silence #photography #haiku

 

 

Sharing this wonderful seafoam with Mundane Monday Photo Challenge #57

 

I Dream in Color #poetry #photography

 

You have to admit

it never grows old

daily beauty I see

tho admittedly cold

tiny hands that are joined

each and every tide

drawing lines in the sand

lovely never subsides

and the children what glee

spontaneous in their fun

every time its a romp

catching ankles in the sun

every day is the best

and I promise that I dream

for a window to a new day

sun dawns on color streams

Have a listen

revelations of the sea

paint a picture

The Prompt today At Poets United Midweek Motif is Color. There are so many ways to go when writing about color – each a palette of beauty. And yes I am waxing a bit Dr. Seuss (wink)

Siren’s Sonnet #atozchallenge #poetry

 

The Siren’s Sonnet

 Siren’s captives cast upon the wind

lovers never to dry their eyes

too young, they never realize

 stormy reefs eager do they send

ballast relegate to ocean’s end

hearts we miss that never lie

 commend them we to deepest night

eternal tears cannot offend

*

sing ye not this misery’s song

maidens pass through watery grave

you ‘ve called the sailors far too long

penetant we ask ye for to save

pass these men who’ve done no wrong

appease this storm and calm the waves

The Sonnet: A 14-line poem with a variable rhyme scheme originating in Italy and brought to England in the 16th century. Literally a “little song,” the sonnet traditionally reflects upon a single sentiment, with a clarification or “turn” of thought in its concluding lines. 

The Petrarchan sonnet, perfected by the Italian poet Petrarch, divides the 14 lines into two sections: an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA, and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDEEDE. 

There are many other forms of the sonnet I have chosen the Petrarchan form for today.

(Thanks again to Poetryfoundation.org for the Sonnet facts)

 Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into 
               horizons too swift for explanations.  

~Carl Sandburg

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

~ Carl Sandburg