All the Right Ingredients #poetry #photography

sun and wave foam

 

missing is your smile

like a warm summer ray

when the doves come to nest

and the squirrels jump and play

empty are my hands

once filled with sweet dough

melty good your cookies

 so hard to let you go

unfilled is the space

that lies within my heart

never can replace love

that grew my early start

warm are the memories

that bring you close to mind

angels sing your praises

your actions always kind

needing still your spirit

to warm the bitter taste

sunny was your countenance

on cold blustery days

missing still your smile

like a warm summer ray

when the doves come to nest

and the squirrels jump and play

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Who is absent from your life that made such a difference?

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Absence

 

 

 

 

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Faith #atozchallenge #haiku

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faith to move mountains

great minds cannot see God’s hand

child touches belief

water child

What does faith mean to you?

 

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”

~Hebrews 11:1

 

A to Z folks I am visiting:

Scribbling In The Storage Room                                   No Word For Sand
The Write Game                                                             Indie Lifer
Pempi’s Palace (E/S)                                                       RamblinWithAM
Amazing Animals                                                          THE KATY
feelgoodwithmeblog                                                    Author Sharon Hamilton
Amy Morris-Jones (WR)                                              From This Side of the Pond
Jen Seriously. Seriously, Jen? (PR)                             Tami @ Thrift Shop Commando
My Imagination World (PR)                                        Eloquent Articulation by Inderpreet ( PR )
Dr Gulara Vincent (PR)                                                 Spooky Mrs Green
Steven Chapman (Writer) (WR)                                   durbadhyani
Tracking Down The Family                                         Michelle Wallace @ Writer~In~Transit

 

Dance with the Windmill #haiku #poetry

windmill

wind teases paddles

dizzy is the windmill dance

child’s dress billows

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Don Quixote

a windmill joust

giggle in the breeze

There is something fanciful about the windmill as it plays with the wind. The prompt at Carpe Diem is Windmills.

I Wanted to share that submissions are now open for the project for the children orphaned by Ebola. All poets and haiku poets welcome to share their voice!

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A Wish #birthday #poetry

happy birthday radiance

candles light upon a cake

symbolizing all your years

and with one single blow

a wish for mankind you will make

 

one – your first in life you’ve just begun

two- you stumble forward tripping too

three – you reach and climb up trees

four – you read and want for more

five – so grown up and alive

ten- adventure stories spin

twenty – master of your destiny

seventy – Sudoku if you can only remember where you put the tea

Today at Poet’s United the prompt is Birthday in honor of Martin Luther King’s Birthday.

Como se dice? #dpchallenge #poetry #children

child's hand

 

How do you say… “shoe”?

Zapato

naturally we both point at our feet

under the table

the four-year old and me

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How do you say… “smile”?

Sonrisa

the white teeth in upturned lips

fill the boy’s small face

a giggle slips

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¿Como se dice… “hug”?

Abrazo

little arms reach up

wrap around my neck

as I bend in half

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How do you say…It’s been a bit too long?

since I’ve felt little boy hugs

akin to puppy dog tails

 wagging with happy energy

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¿Como se dice… “content”?

Estar Contento

blue-gray eyes radiate a glow

knowing that one moment spent with a child

causes my invisible tail to wag

there’s really no translation

for that!

The DP writing Challenge today is Back to Life. What revives you after a hard week, long flight, tough situation???

A big abrazo to Gideon for his smiles

Photography: Moondust Designs  ~ 2013

The Key #poetry #photography #children

 

magical key

It opened so many doors

skeletal though in shape

my memories whirl

for a moment I escape

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she had curly hair

a saucy cherub smile

she never got angry

well maybe once in a while

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she gave me the key

it opened a world

my imagination

was unforgettably hurled

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the day that she left

tears rose like the Sea

I wanted to lock

every sweet memory

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now this hangs to remind

of the door to her heart

it never is closed

though we live far apart

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The key above does in fact dangle off the handle off an antique. It originally opened the doors in my grandparent’s home.

My grandmother the queen of storytelling and opening the imagination of a small girl.

This week’s prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif  is Key

I also pulled this short story from my archives. This is the type story my grandmother would have told.

shiny key 1

The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home. He looked at the key. So tiny yet full of life; he could feel it. As the gold key turned in the box, the key began to grow and glow. “I am warm,” the boy said in cheerful surprise.

The fire he had hoped for sprung up around the key, but the boy was brave and touched the fire without being burned. He now knew this was no common key.

Though many people in the presence of magic ask for something to ease their lot, the boy was content to hold the warm key and box. The box got heavier until the boy reluctantly set it down on the ground. He held fast to the curious box fearful it would vanish.

The box became hot as it ignited from the key’s glow. The boy continued to hold on tight. As the flame grew more intense, the box, which revealed itself to be pure gold, became clear like glass. The boy expectantly peered inside. The only thing he could see was a plain gold ring. He reached in through the fire, grasped the flame filled ring, and placed it on his finger.

An onlooker would have seen a most magnificent thing on that cold frosty morn. A key, a box, and a ring transformed a boy to a knight. The glow about him melted the snow. A kaleidoscope of color mingled with the fire,  flowers sprung from the impotent earth, fruit sprouted on nearby trees, and life that had so long ago departed returned to the barren land.

Little did this simple boy know that he was chosen by the key for a mission. The knight would save many downtrodden soul in the cold, unrelenting world and provide golden hope for the besieged. Long after the knight was gone stories would be told, through the land, of the knight who carried warmth for all in his heart.

 

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The Golden Key by the Fairy Tale masters the Grimm Brothers is the preface to this story.