radiance beyond wrinkles
The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Violet
radiance beyond wrinkles
The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Violet
scent of orchids–
like a foreign country
the sickle moon
The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Lily of the Valley. Something about that flower reminds me of my grandmother.
Thanks to friends like Charles Martin I am inspired each day to keep writing…
“Life’s memories are like packages with bright bows” ~ L. Moon
I look at you from north, south, east, and west
like a cat I watch you and wait
sitting on the edge of expectation
don’t pretend that you are inert
you who shine with brilliant colors
holding poignant the past
underneath your cheerful bow
it is all I can do to be patient
“don’t shake the box”
I hear a cherished voice
one I thought I would never lose
every gift you wrapped
was filled with thought
down to a holly sprig or jolly elf
perched on top of the bow
what is inside this time?
recollections do play tricks
and you have to accept the mix
of jovial, spicy and sad
I’d rather not hear the crunch of paper
like the dead leaves of winter
I’d rather look at my reflection
of a much younger me
in precious grey old eyes
and remember the
Merry Christmas to each of you. May the songs that you hear and the scents that permeate your world bring you memories to keep you warm!!!
confident your steps
songs echoed in difficult shadows
My grandmother was a pioneer, a lover of life, a survivor. When she was told to put her daughter in a facility for retarded children, she refused. She spent her years loving, laughing and shedding an occasional tear. I always wanted to have her spirit – I hope I succeeded.
Who is the ancestor in your life that brings a vibrant memory?
Today’s prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is “Ancestor”
It opened so many doors
skeletal though in shape
my memories whirl
for a moment I escape
she had curly hair
a saucy cherub smile
she never got angry
well maybe once in a while
she gave me the key
it opened a world
was unforgettably hurled
the day that she left
tears rose like the Sea
I wanted to lock
every sweet memory
now this hangs to remind
of the door to her heart
it never is closed
though we live far apart
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.
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.
The Golden Key by the Fairy Tale masters the Grimm Brothers is the preface to this story.
I cannot remember
in what century I started
only you will know where I will end
In the hands of a potter my form charted
in fine french porcelain he could depend
crated or hands carried me
though dropped a long time ago
I travelled across continent and sea
it was I guess my destiny
to become part of your large family
a grandmother’s wish and dream
to a young bride’s dowry
your taste has changed it seems
or is it loving memory
of a woman who gazed 50 years at me
more than 2 decades I grin
you have set me apart
never mind that I don’t fit in
for I always do in your heart
that I will always remember
This very old piece of pottery never fit in with my other antiques but I have learned to love it all the same.
What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.
DP prompt for today – Antique Antics
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Their message is full of gaps, the greatest of which leaves out a biblical worldview of the saving gospel and replaces it with the worldview of postmodernism with its dominant ethical system of relativism. The Bible describes mankind in the end times: “always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth” (2 Tim. 3:7). Spiritual answers cannot be deduced by human reason alone (1 Cor. 2:14). It’s not that spiritual truth is irrational or illogical, but that human wisdom is defective, because it’s tainted by man’s sinfulness, and unable to perceive the things of God. That is why the Bible is so important. It gives us the answers we can’t find on our own. It is God’s Word to mankind. Scripture is divinely revealed truth that fills the vacuum of spiritual ignorance in all of us. 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