Why the 4th??? #ForthofJuly

I never tire of unraveling the stars and strips on a day like today. I am reminded that I can sleep in my bed safely because I have people round the clock protecting me.  I think of  the diversity of culture: while my family will barbeques chicken another family may be making tamales, and another okra or ribs. I can enjoy my culture within a culture and welcome the beliefs and mores of my neighbor. I smile because we are celebrating becoming a country on this day…

 

“… Hot Dogs get your hot dogs”

Yes today is a day to celebrate freedom and like so many other american past times baseball is where I love to enjoy family time, food and the fourth of July. My team is the world champions for 2010 The San Francisco Giants.

“Play Ball!!!”

“… Sizzle, Crack, pop, whiz, B A N G”

“Honey be sure to hold those sparklers away from your body.

Dear that bottle rocket is going to… Yes that’s right. Hit the neighbor’s car.”

Sprays of blues, reds, silver green mingle to become breathtaking noise and light.

These were the times that I  enjoyed as my children covered their ears

and danced with delight.

 

 

 

“… Attention”

I am reminded when I heard the order that I had a duty.

It was an honor to serve my country,

my people with the hope of peace.

I waved at my fellow aviators as they flew by me going mach speeds

I am proud to be free to celebrate on a day

like the 4th of July.

I am reminded that there is a price for peace

-sometimes a rather high one

I pray that there will be no more need for men and women to die

in war.

 

 I wish each of you a Happy Forth of July for the many reasons –

Family, food, celebration, freedom.

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The Bottom of the Lake #poetry

Yes there was green

life began at some point

a seed

The seasons went too quickly

that’s all

what was alive

became brown

I remember breathing

laughing

children in my arms

the breeze

alas there is

holding no more

laughing forbidden

now that I am at the bottom

of the lake

 

Thank you Rob Hanson for the beguiling photo. I couldn’t resist. Please enjoy the photography feature of Rob at One Stop Poetry

All Alone #poetry

Barren

Tethered

Left all alone

**

*

Facing

Storms

On my own

**

Solitary

Cold

This hull won’t bend

***

Brave

Stalwart

Til the end

***

*

*

Fee’s picture is so rich with words few are required to tell a story.

Thanks to Fee Easton for sharing her photography with One Stop Poetry at One Shoot Sunday

Fenetra #oneshootsunday

Les Yeux

a Window

an opening to my soul

you saw

further than any human

what did you see?

Darkness!

Pain!!

My Jail!!!

Look

see

 there is no way

to extract freedom

for there are

bars

you

SEE

Look – See and join us at One Shoot Sunday for a picture prompt

Senseless #poetry

Awaken???
I have seen far too much
To want to be alive
Inhale?
You ask me to breathe the air
There is none to breathe
Look?
See again the horrors
My life has seen them all
Feel?
No – My heart was broken once
My skin peeled back
Leave Me!
My world without feeling
Is better when you are gone

Thanks to Fee Easton for the sharing your photography with us at One Shoot Sunday today. The above photograph is just one sample shared with One Stop Poetry

Behind the Scenes #oneshootsunday #theater

You can’t see it

but it’s there

a world of action

love death laughter guerre

***

He said it with aplomb

she whispered with disgrace

everything as it should

every line in it’s place

***

Did you see it?

I think not

for in the wings

we did a lot

***

The illusion

is so grand

for the house

after they stand

***

and for us

we smile with grace

for without us

things would be duly out of place

***

the theater

would be just old boards

the cast

costumed by the hoards

***

it is us

those wearing black

you never see us

we will be back

***

for every show

you take the bow

thespians back stage

we are you now

 

Thanks to One Shoot Sunday for the picture prompt by photographer

Etched in my Heart

Darling -You entered my life

broke through the wall of my heart.

Your sweet caress

balm to my weary soul.

You love me

like none ever could.

Yet you would walk away

for my happiness~ not your own.

How could your leaving

cause anything but pain?

Don’t leave now

you are permanently

etched in my heart.

What do we do on Sundays at One Stop Poetry? why One Shoot Sunday.  Join us as we meet talented photographers like KJ Halliday and get the opportunity to write off a poetry prompt.