beach – penned in moon dust

Heart Art #art #haiku #photography

Drawing hearts

no distance in the sand

petal perfect

I love the textures that petals and sand make. It’s spring so enjoy the sun everyone.

I’m jumping in for an Art Date with Thursday Art Day with Rain the prompt is Signs of Spring.

I had to put the cherry blossoms up for without them there is not spring. Smiles for your spring…

Hot Morning #haiku #sunrise

Fingertips meet

Warm glow etches the dawn

sizzle…

Beneath your feet #photography

horse on beach feet and grass bridge runner

escalator

Beneath your feet

the crunch of sand

I leave the earth

escape dry land

on tufts of green

my boots will go

and run away

past winter’s snow

my feet will guide

on moving trends

journey today

all over again

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/beneath-your-feet/

A Day With Orange #photography #haiku

rising warmth

does more than grow in trees

morning greeting

The DP Photo Challenge this week is Orange. Orange warms us and refreshes even on the coldest of days.

Your Poem on the Wind #poetry #loss #photography

Finger traces words

pages escape in the wind

poetry never dies

I clasp the memories

near to my heart

those warm days

and you and I

chasing shore birds

we dance in the sea-foam

our laughter joins with the sea’s chorus

“come frolic with us in waves of eternity

just beyond the sun”

A tear muddies the poem

the one you wrote

of your love

tied in a bundle

with so many others

invisible fingerprints

caress the ribbon

that has untied your sentiments

too many times to count

brown and brittle are the pages now

a piece breaks off

and is caught by the breeze

I scorn its warm glow

it too wants a bit of you

finally I crumple your treasures

to brown papery dust

setting you free for the last and final time

a silent petition I raise:

“let me join you

to frolic in the waves of eternity

just beyond the sun”

This poem is inspired by Anna Akhmatova a woman who knew the glow and loss of love.

Today at Poet’s United Midweek Motif the theme is “A Woman’s World.” One thing women have long known is the value of love and the weight of loss and yet we endure.

Two Languages Spoken Here #poetry #photography

palm dawn

I couldn’t ascertain the jumble

her lips moved rapidly

conveying a nervous nothing

hard and dark were the etchings

that scored her jeweled beauty

his pockets were empty

evidenced by the ragged attire

but worse was what wasn’t in his mind

his hands filled with nothing

he clung to baggies to satisfy

strange languages spoken at the ocean

when you aren’t looking and when you are

the conch shell strives to moan a warning

bearing witness to retreating tide

but it was silenced in a museum

a dog wears an empty backpack

as he begins his predawn duty

he proudly returns with a filled sack

lacking his master’s understanding

how many children will get hooked today?

I’ve never spoken the language

born in guilty bloodshot eyes

I see them as they dart about the shadows

the words are meaningless

promises seldom unbroken

I chose to walk in the light

a brush of fingertips tells the bearer I love him

the sun rises behind us

no words are necessary

we bask in His painting on a new day’s sky

beach shadow

“Tears are the silent language of grief.”

Voltaire (Brainy quotes)

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Mother Tongue”. After two early morning beach walks where much was spoken with looks and gestures, I was prompted to interpret the language.