Dusk’s Dance #poetry #haiku #sea #photography

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

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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.

Days Before Lemonade #poetry #health

lemons

Squeezed out and fresh

lemons are such a sour fruit

and when in reference to a car

 a dud, should be given the boot

But we were speaking of health

“an apple a day”

anything to keep

the doctor away

“At 20 I was a lemon”

she said

“I turned yellow at 30″

my reply

we joked about”it”

until tears came to our eyes

“I never expected

to be a ripe and  80

a waver in her voice”

 “gladly, we are still running”

“6 feet under

was my other choice”

 “cars and bodies are not meant to merge”

I smiled

“have another glass of lemonade”

“oh no, I couldn’t splurge”

****

I met a beautiful young woman years ago; we spent the morning talking about being “lemons” or broken down in our prime. I was grateful for my decision to take the daily pain (and look for natural methods) rather than take drugs for relief. This sweet lady was on $2000 a month of narcotics to alleviate the pain caused by a life changing auto accident. Health is so often taken for granted until we lose it.

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif “Health.”

Thousandth Teardrop is an archived poem about pain

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Pot of Gold #haiku #poem

 

Kristjaan Panneman takes a look at Kanshicho form of Haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:

“I will look at the separate “onji” of “Kanshicho” now and than I will try to explain what Kanshicho was meant to be.

Kan -> means: perception, expression

Shi -> means extravagance, pride, poetry

Cho -> means frivolity, number, butterfly
Kanshi -> means Chinese poetry

As I place those meanings together than Kanshicho means:

A poem in the Chinese way that expresses the extravagance and pride of the poet with the frivolity of the flight of a butterfly. And than Kanshicho starts to come to life. It’s an expression of something which is seen by the poet, a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in to water, in which he/she sees the extravagant beauty  and pride of nature. That extravagance beauty is caught in a three lined verse with the frivolity, (in my opinion frivolity means “not strings attached, free”) of the flight of a butterfly.”

So here’s my shot at unconventional frivolous haiku:

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I’ll never let go

rainbow caresses my cheek

your smile in my hands

This Isn’t Kansas #poetry #storms

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Steadfast I’m Whipped around

facing where I had begun

grasping for a rail

there’s a wolf upon my trail

grabbed and turned again

not sure where I have spinned

troubled are the leaves

this wind more than a breeze

forward I must go

grasp you pull me through

like a needle through a thread

dusty gloom causes dread

whip me once again

I wish Id been prepared

I’ll flutter with the trees

and shudder on my knees

howling through my ears

there’s nowhere left to flee

chills me to the bone

storms gathered up my home

unlike the fairy tales

no red heels here to save

life has left the grave

hold me while I scream

The Golden Key #fantasy #postaday #fiction

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I was a golden key

fashioned just after time was turned

and I knew I had a purpose

 but forgot all I had learned. 

I placed myself in large  hands

of those who perchance might  serve

but one after another

got what they deserved.

And so I hung despondent

 on a cold and lifeless  tree

hoping for an answer

and one that would set me free.

I heard someone so cheerful

but she was  so very young.

“What can a child do

when the others failed all and one.”

The sun hit just right

and she reached and stretched her hand.

She and I both surprised

for her height seemed to expand. 

“I heard a story once,”

her voice so sweet and low.

“Yes,grandmother knew it well.

A key with a golden glow.

I dont remember all

but let me linger now.

We will go back and see

what if time had cast a spell.”

So the girl and I sat

for a long and timeless while

but I really did not mind

she had such a winsome smile.

“Yes, I remember”

she patted me in her palm.

“You open up a place

by singing a forgotten song.”

She hummed and sang the songs

 all the ones she had been told

and as I watched before me

this small child got very old.

She held me and it warmed me

and I began to glow.

 A gnarled and weary door

in the tree began to show. 

“There it is in the middle”

a keyhole she did find

and I was oh so happy

to at last meet my own kind.

We passed through the door together

she transformed into herself

so fairy like her beauty

and I a greenish elf. 

*****

Today’s Daily Post writing challenge asks the question:

You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

I did not submit the following story today as it was an archived short story that I created as a continuation from an old Grimm’s Fairy Tale - The Golden Key was it’s title.

Other’s who have also written about the Key:

 

 

Dawn Greeter #poetry #sundaydevotion #fall

“time to greet the day”

a quiet voice whispers

Dawn has barely broken

life is stirring

before my boots crunch

leaves are rustling

 the trees wave goodbye to summer

silhouetted by warm rays

*

small creatures forage

growing fat and furry

year end’s harvest awaits

for the final gleaning

birds feeling winter’s nudge migrate

moving families south

and I smile

none lugging boxes of storage

*

I never see worry stashed in burrows

or tiny angry fists

nature moves forward

as always it persists

 we least patient in creation

gain an unhealthy weight

yet worry gives us nothing

stress carried in furrows

around the bend

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30

 

“Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life ?  Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?” 

Luke 12:24-26

 

I’m sharing this today with Poets United where there is a pantry rich with poetry and GodInterest where words are placed to lighten the load.

 

Steeple #photographychallenge

 

 

 

For my week one of the subject: I put a focus on the steeple wanting to pull out the architectural beauty. In doing that it pulled out some of the muted colors in the stonework. The trees and the other elements are softened so they dont compete with the subject.

Week two: as you can tell I built off week one added a bit of radiance to convey light that glows off the stained glass window. My focus now become the stained glass window itself giving the viewer the desire to go inside and see the stained glass as it looks inside the chapel. I origianally centered on the circle part of the window but there was not enough color to create a dramatic effect.

 

This is part of the one in four photo challenge where you build four aspects of a photograph over four weeks. Though I rarely share it on my blog, I  enjoy the different things I can do with photo editing. We will see at the end of four weeks which photo I will keep in the archives…

 

Check out Robyn’s Blog where she hosts  the weekly One in Four Challenge