Bruised… #poetry #photography

gone-are-the-tulips

this once content reed, flails

wind seeks to rip from mooring

torrent twists at peace

dusk to dawn, I wrestle

hot tears silent fall

gash displaces scars sewn shut

*

But light is on the horizon

before ink sets dry

warm breeze blanket will heal

soft rain cleases wounds

faith holds this vessel steadfast

hope will make me whole

This song reminds me that I need not be weighed down by life’s burdens

Behind the Elevator #poetry #photography

hall

Beckoned to the mystery

something I might dread

there has to be something

behind the hallway of my head

my finger shudders, lingers

on THE button slowly now

once I press it “Open”

“Close” may not be allowed

my hand makes the decision

reason swirls with dismay

one thing I can tell you

I’ll never be the same

If I told you what I found there

you’d be in a tangle too

but I signed a special paper

you’ll wish in part you knew

the question now arises

where am I am I not

if you knew the answer

you’d stand to lose alot

Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”

 

 

Bouquet for Her #poetry #photography

I circled her fresh face with my fingertips

ruby red were her luscious lips

spring her blossom ever green

awaken not from this dream

summer harsh it takes the glow

dew’s gone, nothing will grow

our love languish in her eyes

 robbing heat  I ever despise

colors change,  bouquet of woe

her faded lips her time I know

nothing lasts, she is so pale

catch the fall, of her I’ve failed

tulip-heart

 brightens my day

seasons flow like water

can’t catch red petals

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.

Sky Tears #atozchallenge “T”

bucket of tears

Sky tears fall like buckets

observing from a glass tower

lightening tests the glass

while thunder reverberates

trembling people look for assurance

there is none as the walls tumble

observation tower

What do you when it’s raining buckets?

T

A to Z bloggers to enjoy:

Roots #atozchallenge #poetry

roots

Deeply rooted

spring soil welcomes new life

sodden past

*

sun smiles knowingly

discarded tiger lilies

age-old struggle

*

old life removed

nature taunts failure

can’t dig away pain

R

This set of haiku shared with  A to Z Challenge for the letter R as well as Poets United Mid week Motif – this week’s prompt Poets United

What can be more organic than haiku written while I was standing in the soil. As I was digging yesterday, I grabbed my phone, took pictures of the roots I have dug up for 4 years and I wrote about my struggle on my (now grimy) notepad.

What’s New? “#atozchallenge #haiku

bw column

Nuts and bolts

fall’s remnants hide new growth

rusty details

N

I dont know about you but I am still dealing with (last year’s) leaves that are covering new spring growth.

Its symbolic of my life at the moment.

So how is spring turning out for you or fall if you are in the southern hemisphere?

They Make it Look Easy #nature #snow

winter path

I marvel at winter’s bird

dance on the snow for me absurd

weightless they walk  in worst blizzard

I marvel at winter’s bird

light like a feather or whispered word

I marvel at winter’s bird

my snow dance more cold than absurd

The bird’s out in the worst of today’s storm inspired me to shovel a path. “Less work for tomorrow.”

Stay warm and safe you who share something in common with “Winter’s Bird.”