Loosing Spring #haiku #cherryblossoms

miren naku chiru mo sakura wa sakura kana

without regret
they fall and scatter…
cherry blossoms

~ Issa

cherry heart

 

tracing pink petals

night’s storm determines spring’s end

I leave my heart

The month’s Utabukuro (poembag) prompt by Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem asks us to take a favorite haiku (or tanka),  explain why you chose it, and write a haiku (or tanka) inspired by the first.

I was first introduced (at 8) to Issa and haiku. Though we didn’t have cherry blossoms where I lived, we created cherry trees on paper with india ink and pink tissue paper.  Haiku always signified art and cherry blossoms seem to sing/dance haiku as they tease and fly.

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The Sun and the Moon #poetry #photography #equinox

 

 

I love you because your rays fill with delight

what I radiate in the eve is a golden smile glow

the stars twinkle and blush nightly because they know

I respect you becasue you rise high in the sky

my shape in the night a reflection you see

is more of yourself and so much less of me

Sometimes as I rise I ask the question “why”

I’m merely a  mirror  of your glorious rays

I cast  a few shadows you lighten each and every day

We look at each other across celestial sea

we put in the sky for the world at the start

I a dusty old orb and yours a radiant heart

sun on chapel pond

 

The Poet’s United Midweek Motif prompt for this week is Sun in celebration of the March Equinox.

The Key #poetry #photography #children

 

magical key

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

my imagination

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.

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.

 

******

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

It’s just for a day… #poem #photography #valentine

the heart
were it  for a day
should I gently
place 
such a precious thing
recipient of my dreams
in your hands?
*
were it for a day
would I with but single thought
lay
an offering
treat you like a king
at attention would I stand?
*
were it for a day
present for you
a feast
decant my finest wine
give all that is mine
pretend that you are grand?
*
were it for one day
with this
rusty key
I’d offer you  my love
poured out from my heart
devotion to one man
The Key took its own direction and as I was meandering toward romantic it was turning another way but I guess in the end we came to an agreement – of sorts.
A most Happy Valentine’s Day. My valentine is far from the moon; the key will have to keep me company.
The Midweek Motif (at Poet’s United)  not surprisingly is Heart.
Who would hold the key to yours????

Bleeding heart #poetry #photography #valentine

broken rose

I took a pose

and beautifully fell

caught by stiff icy arms

elegant red rose

*

I tried to arise

from  white blanket cold

no hot house warmth

flower, snow and stone

*

lift me as I groan

nothing can I feel

what once ran free

a bleeding heart alone

*

no tears remain for me

shriveled up and dead

wind blows away at will

valentine’s face this  dread

Dream Worthy #King #haiku #photography

a dream

In the beginning

a world created

“it was good”

*

slander, hate, murder

light of perfection turned off

dark haze

*

silent words believed

held close to the heart

centuries old

*

written in stone

read in eyes young and old

carried by a wave

*

hands of time

seasons move along

many share a dream

*

Dr. King was a visionary who saw the world the way God had created it. Men were brothers with each other; there was no enmity. King had a dream to see wrongs righted. We celebrate this great man whose vision was given by God.

Sharing with Carpe Diem “Use a quote”

Poets United Equality in memory of Dr. King