Free from Misconceptions #poetry

walk on the beach

would this make me perfect in your eyes

conforming to your image of a box?

though I’m more round than square

I admit for years I tried

I go about altering the way I am

once I’ve changed

there will be a wizard

who wants me to change back again

intelligence isn’t in season

creativity so blase

inarticulate all the rage

through I cannot see the reason

alas I must accept who is me

look you square in the eye

is it the rise of dawn that you see

or just empty shackles???

Today the prompt at Poets United is Acceptance – do you accept yourself as the wonderful person you are???

Dying Rose #poetry

dying rose

Their story went something like this:

they were desperately happy

every moment they shared was wrapped in satin ribbons

that they pulled open together

laughter and love was always in full bloom

their arms ached when they were apart

but like any story there was one blight on their happiness

it was a weed that he had nurtured thinking it was a flower

it had been beautiful once

but the thorns bore a poison

the more you were pricked the closer you were to death

the weed held back the poison so that he would die more slowly

it was payment for his kindness

 he watched love get brown edged like a dying rose

she cried out, “help me, remove the weed.

We will both be spared”

In the end, she tearfully whispered, “spare yourself

death has pierced my heart”

his weeping cleared his eyesight

he realized that the weed was ugly and malicious

but it was too late

she had taken the beautiful  life wrapped in ribbons

and so a broken spirit (not the poison)  claimed his life

the weed no longer had anyone to suck life from

 she became one dead stalk of thorns

the sun and the moon sighed as one

“laughter has fled

along with the fragrance of spring”

 

Summer Dreams #haiku #photography

suwari taru fune ni neteiru atsusa kana

in a boat grounded at low tide,
taking a nap
in the summer heat!

© Yosa Buson

block and tackle

swaying with the tide

my dreams roll with the waves

rope’s gentle tug

On a warm summer’s afternoon, it is easy to doze into a nap filled with dreams. The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Nap

A Garden of Verse #poetry

fern

 

I thumb through the archives

unfold fiddleback of verse

and the more anticipation

 the more memories I traverse

that poem written with a tear

that one in-between a kiss

hold each  discarded petal

not wanting the meaning to miss

I live between the stanzas

in a garden you can’t see

connect the dots together

the poetry is me

 

 

This is a funny/ reflective poem for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. As I went through archived work and drafted private (for submission only) work I realized how rich we are to be able to embrace life in words. To each poet thank you for this is a life we share in the garden of verse.

 

Great News #devotion #poetry

rock wall

my hand reaches for a firm hand hold

shale shreds off, hitting my face

“Im cut,” I shrug

there is a thread suspending me

but it doesn’t give way

I reach the top of this pinnacle

one of the many I have climbed

I add another bandage to the bag

I’ve survived another close call

I look over a breathtaking view

a warm breeze flutters my sleeves

“I love you” is whispered in my ear

I was reminded today of a person in the Bible who had close calls with death – Elijah. After a major miraculous victory, he gets great news “you wont live to see tomorrow.”  Running for his life he begs, “Forget this life, God. I cant do this anymore!”

Have you ever said that? I have and again within the last several weeks as I was handed another taunting lab paper that said “You can die…”

God told Elijah to gird up his loins (that means get ready to run long and hard.) He (miraculously) ran for 40 days and nights. All along God had a plan: first he would get Elijah to safety, then he would strengthen  and encourage him, and then he would share the plan.

Those gentle whispers are always welcome…

“4 while he himself went a day’s journey into the desert. He came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, LORD,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.”
5 Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep.
11 The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.”Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake.
12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.”
All verses from 1 Kings 19.

Box of Memories #memories #haiku

hat box

flower covered box
lily scented contents spill 
memories inside

inside the hat box

scent of orchids–
like a foreign country
the sickle moon

© Kobayashi Issa

The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Lily of the Valley. Something about that flower reminds me of my grandmother.

Thanks to friends like Charles Martin I am inspired each day to keep writing…

Poetry from all over the world. Read Today:

Originally posted on WILDsound Writing and Film Festival Review:

Read Today’s Poetry from all over the world:

Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

THE COLOR OF MY SKIN, by Sonya Marshall
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/the-color-of-my-skin-poetry-by-sonya-marshall/

THE CURRENT CRIME, by Leslie Moon
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/the-current-crime-poetry-by-leslie-moon/

CHILDHOODS PAST, by Robert Valleau
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/childhoods-past-poetry-by-robert-valleau/

THE TRAIN TRIP HOME, by Ben Merchant
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/the-train-trip-home-poetry-by-ben-marchant/

PAPERCUT, by Rodolfo Po III
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/papercut-poetry-by-rodolfo-po-iii/

ZOO LOVE, by Ralph Monday
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/zoo-love-poetry-by-ralph-monday/

ORIGAMI, Alison Dizon
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/origami-poetry-by-alison-dizon/

POEM, by Kaylee Avila
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/poem-poetry-by-liana-kaylee-avila/

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Deadline for POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

WATCH this month’s poetry readings performed by professional actors:
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/april_2015_poetry_readings.html

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