2017 A to Z Challenge – A Piece of Uganda

The April  2017 A to Z Challenge begins in a few days on April 1st. All bloggers are welcome to share words, photography, you.

We just returned from Uganda so I am inspired to share about this place and these people who were so welcoming and loving (so much so that we are hoping to return soon!)

Our journey took us to the northern part of Uganda the main city being Gulu. This part of Uganda has suffered greatly under the hand of The Lord’s Resistance Army.

The Acholi one of the displaced tribes are slowly moving back to ancestral land but many of the young people are staying in the cities. One man, James, told some memories as a young child of losing his home and having to hide. He is one of the stalwart who has returned to the land he loves. He is dreaming of planting a church and building a school for the people who have returned.

Under 2 sprawling trees, hope has been rekindled for a piece of Northern Uganda.

 

A Dark Night #noir #poetry #EdgarAllenPoe

Edgars desk

Gather my last notes

sleep never so desired

always more elusive

more muddied in the mire

against eyelash moth fluttered

taunting at my face

stopping for full moments

slumber could not erase

those errant memories

pass me, you and I

never have I slept

since the day you died

 fingers momentary

clasp about my throat

end this misery

 “goodbye” all you wrote

 my end you had predicted

 tables then were turned

shot in desperate dark

the killer in hell will burn

fresh white like a lily

purest scent I’d known

now a dusty red

stained the step toward home

your whisper doth entice

it draws me near the fire

wings might easily ignite

lay next to you my desire

work must yet be done

before I lay my head

I gather darkest dream

you villains breathe in dread

We celebrate your gift of using the pen to write Noir. Thank you Edgar for your inspiration to many writers

Happy Birthday

Catch a Wave #devotion #photography

girls in the sea

I tried to count the grains of sand

I got lost there were too many in my hand

I tried to count the hairs on her sweet little head

I made braids with ribbons instead

I made friends with a duck today

as I said “goodbye”, he flew away

I tried to touch a monarch butterfly

she became a rainbow in the sky

children join the waves in dance

hoping to catch a mermaid by chance

Butterfly1

There is so much in our world that delights and inspires. I am in awe of a God who knows how many grains of sand are in the ocean and how many hairs are on a little one’s head. It isn’t just knowledge of facts – He knows our inner being and cares for us in the high and low times.

Psalm 139:17-18
“How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them,
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I am awake, I am still with you.”

1 John 3:1
“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!”

Sharing with Poet’s United – The Poet’s Pantry today and Godinterest.

I just found Father’s Love Letter a beautiful site that is meant to encourage..

A Man’s Day #poetry #photography

pink begonia

Eyes that radiate summer

warm my being in the heart of winter

strong arms hold me back

from running toward another mistake

lovingly you embrace me

though I’m a complexity of errors

Like spring’s friend the firefly

you light the way for others

unaware you humbly beam cheer

spinning daily kindnesses

like the ever dutiful spider

who weaves above my doorpost

I am drawn to your window of beauty

prismatic you make another angle

through life’s aperture

sometimes I spin in circles

and marvel at the inspiration

that you with a word place into the sky

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man flips a coin

chase his own wild dreams

smooth the way for others

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There are men in our world who are loving, kind, honorable. There are also men those who are narcissistic fiends. I am blessed to know  (and have known) some exceptional men who have made the journey of life bearable. This is dedicated to – well he knows 🙂

Poet’s United Midweek Motif wants to recognize men this week – A Man’s Day.

 

 

Celebrate Poets #poetsday #poetry #poets

poetry

To poets near and far

the images you paint

with words and feelings

my reason taint

minds strive to think

hearts to moan

on cold nights

we shiver alone

the words you’ve penned

o’er centuries

palpate my heart

bring to my knees

soar high the earth

plunge in the deep

and with ink drops

a promise keep

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“cheers to you poets

young, dead and old

to words you cherish

and those you’ve told

true to your task

forge on wordsmith

this of you I ask

and with your pen forever dip”

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There are so many who have inspired: Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath, TagoreCharles Martin, Pen of the Damned, Poets United, One Stop Poetry, Carpe Diem and oh so many more…

Regale the DAY!!!

Poet’s Day

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Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival

In a drafty museum, your nakedness

Shadows our safety.

We stand round blankly as  walls

~Sylvia Plath

(Stanza from “Morning Song”)

Voyeur of the Forest #photography #poem

trees breathe life

spring gives birth to nature

a constant song

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mesmerized I sit

doe cares for her speckled young

my backyard

tree haiku

 

Older than the trees

each year new life

ancient wisdom

Thanks to Managua Gunn who is ghost writing for Carpe Diem today.

He speaks of the forest, the life and healing there and asks that we let the forest inspire our writing.

I am fortunate to each day be inspired by the forest in my back yard.

(I spent Saturday morning watching two young very speckled fawn skipping about the back, while the mother took a snooze.)

What does the forest inspire in your creative spirit???

won’t you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree


Cedar umbrellas, off
to Mount Yoshimo for
the cherry blossoms

and thank you for the words of Basho timeless in meaning and inspiration…