Beyond the Shadows #haiku #photography

Toady at  Carpe Diem –  Garry Gay shares his impressions of autumn and Halloween.

 

Here is an example of thinking out side of the box or misdirection.

My skeleton
going for a walk
in the cemetery

©Garry Gay

This poem has both a subject of death, yet a dash of humor. A misdirection if you will as my skeleton is still living yet visiting the graveyard. Enjoy the environment of the rich colors and creepy Halloween decorations of October and create your on haunting misdirection’s.

graves

following shadows

graveyard keeps its secrets

night for pranksters

 

A complicated prompt by Garrry Gay  today at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem – Outside the box/ Misdirection 

I Write in Blood #poetry #middleeast

penned in blood

While you pen in ink

I am writing this down in blood

dipping my quill in life spent

that’s still steamy

from the day’s killing

I am not a writer of fiction

these words are fact

I write what I see

a building full of people

the doors are chained from the outside

the henchmen smile

they love the sound of terror

gasoline and fire such a beautiful sight

one of the black garbed men taunts

flinging the red tongues

the flames lick higher and higher

extinguishing life, hope, dreams

the joke is on you

with each life you dispel

the darkness on the outside

claims what was good on the inside

the wraith will have no home

nothing to claim

 flames will consume  his soul

 

…And we just sit back while innocent people who live life quietly are being targeted losing their homes, herded like cattle  and killed.

 

 

Plop… #friendship #haiku

 

autumn ripples

walk river edges

 circles ripple and collide

full of skipping stones

 

This haiku the theme River Stones is dedicated to each of the fantastic people (friends) at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem.

This Haiku is full of symbols: River edges = life, ripple = friendship, skipping stones=haiku

Thanks to Kristjaan Panneman for creating an environment full of warm ripples and skipping stones.

Do it to the least #devotion #poetry

 

 

magnoliaYour arms gentle and smooth

encircle me frail and chill

I curl up into a ball

afraid of life’s  battering spill

“no matter” your words sooth

as you thoughtful pick me up

straightening  my shoulders

warming me from your own cup

Your kindness starts at your smile

rises up in your eyes

like the clearest blue dawn

radiance of clear summer skies

I am healed and reclaimed

never to be alone

and it is because of you

that I face a new horizon

so I purpose in my life

to carry forth is all  I ask

open these once empty arms

to the least  such a  small task

 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’”

~ Matthew 25:40

If we can but reach out with small tasks to the least of us-  what a vibrant warmth will be in our world  and on our horizon.

 

Child’s Play #poetry #ebola #children

 

swing

One

The number of people

remaining in my family

who are alive

Two

days ago they buried  mother

all I saw was a bag

no one her age has survived

Three

dead trees  left of my village

warning of departed spirits

the only voices you hear

Four

Down the hallway, behind closed doors

you will find a ward of untended people

laying in their own waste I fear

Five

Is the age I was at my last birthday

no one knows if I will see my sixth

Does anyone care if I die?

*****

 I was sickened to read about the treatment of dying men, women and children at ground zero for Ebola. Half a year ago, the CDC and WHO excused away a virus that killed 70-90% of it’s victims. When isolation could have kept the death toll in the 100s, commerce took precedence. The lack of action and ambivalence has resulted in unnecessary death and disaster in West Africa.