Space the final… #onewordprompt #fiction #amwriting

space shuttle

I packed my bags and my books

looking back my spaceship shook

always forward never back

all I need in my backpack

letting go of things behind

journey toward the edge of time

space was once the final frontier

but now its just a normal year

thrusters on toward dreams

looking forward to space ice cream

Today’s One Word Prompt  at WordPress – “Journey”

A New Path #Newyear #journey #poetry

Awaken to a dawning day

over that hill lambs frolic and play

it does not promise absence of stones

there will be those times

you will feel all alone

while at another widening turn

as you boldly trudge

you honestly learn

to make your way into the light

suffer not of darkness’ fright

for where you go

persist to be

nearer warmth of heart of shackles free

walking stick

 

one foot forward

walking stick my companion

hike into New Year

toshidama cha doko wo megutte mata modoru

New Year’s gift of tea–
where did you go
on your journey back to me?

~Issa

“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”
C.S. Lewis

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

God has never promised to solve our problems. He has not promised to answer our questions… He has promised to go with us. 
~Elisabeth Elliot

The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day.

~Proverbs 4:18

Sharing a Happy New Year with the CDHK folks!

A New Day and a New Year is dawning holding many promises, many turns in the road. May your way be straight and filled with the hope of Light!

new year dawn

The Journey’s Beginning #kikobun #haiku #Newyear

Here is what Professor Peipei Qiu, The Author of Bashô and the Dao says about kikôbun, a similar style of writing to haibun:

The Japanese literary travel journal (kikôbun) has been closely related to poetry. It characteristically weaves poems and the introductory narratives in a sequential order. The travel journals that existed before Bashô were often written in a first-person voice, with the traveler’s itinerary revolving around the classical poetic toponym (utamakura or meisho) and the narrative centering on poems composed about them.

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Cali coast

It had been a long, dusty arduous trail. My guide had told me of a cave that was hidden beneath the sea in the winter. I shook my head as I watched crustaceans bask in the warm sandy sun. My foot was caught in an old threaded trap left behind a century before, and I tumbled down a steep incline. I was left behind as the tenth victim of the sea or the so the report would say. When my head was free of its cobwebs, I beheld an brilliant sight – the cave.

Only the deep can sing praises of silken beauties. I could tickle the sea flowers that waved to me in a dance of purples and greens. I laughed as the big sea turtles paddled by the old forgotten wreck. I had fallen into a paradise that none could see. Was I a mermaid or a dead sea sprite left to haunt the sea foam forever? The gold in the broken open chests were nothing in comparison to the living treasure that swam about for my favor.

I learned to breathe water and sing the old sailor’s tales. I was part of that forgotten world. Each day I collected shells like cherished memories for another time. Then it happened with a flash. I opened my eyes to splashes of light and popping noises. All those about me clapped and shouted something. As I gathered my bearings, I held one gold piece and an old strand of pearls.  No one noticed as I gathered a handful of seaweed and faced toward tomorrow and the place where my journey had begun.

Lost to the year

golden world beneath the sea

path finds me

nautilus

 

This prompt of the Kikobun is the last for the 2014 year for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem. Thanks to Hamish Gunn and the work he spent preparing this prompt.

Wishing each of you a fanciful New Year filled with treasures and memories!!!

 

happy 2015

Memory’s Sandy Remnants #poetry #photography #travel

In my shoes lays a trace

little flecks of sand

carrying vibrant still

stories and songs

I miss my summer friends

In my pocket my fingers lace

reminders of a far off land

memory the fibers fill

days that lingered long

I miss my summer friends

In my heart a place

little flecks of sand

the hour glass is still

places where I’ve gone

alas the journey ends

shoes

Wishing each of you sandy memories…

The Girl With Many Kindnesses #atozchallenge #life’slessons #photography #fantasy

walking stick

One day a little girl was sent on an errand for her mama.

“The road will be long but you will be safe as long as you extend kindness along the path.”

“Of course, mama,” the girl smiled knowing this would not be a difficult task.

In her head she recited the things she needed to buy: “Milk, butter, flour, and a ham hock for making soup.”

She met an old frail woman on the path. “Oh, she looks like she might trip and fall on that root.” The little girl rushed to aid the woman.

“Goodbye,” she waved after helping the woman to an even part of the path.

A little further along, she heard sobbing. She noticed a young woman with her head bent so low she might fall into the waters below. Without thinking, she bobbed over with a cheerful face and gave the young woman the bouquet she had been picking for her mama. “One so fair, let the beauty of the day drive away your cares,” She said as she skipped off.

Just outside of the village, a scrawny lad leaned against the tree. “He looks so hungry.” A tear formed in the girl’s eye. “There must be something… ” She remembered the bite size sandwich her mother had made for her journey. “I know it’s not much, but I hope you will gain  strength from my small lunch.”

“But what will give you strength little one?”

“I have plenty of strength to get me safely home.”

As the man at the market loaded a canvas sack, he noted that it was too heavy for the girl. “How will you manage?” he implored. He had knowingly added some medicinal herbs and a jar of medicine for the girl’s sick mama.

“Sir, I don’t know” her face showed concern ” I am suddenly feeling tired from my journey.” The man smiled “Eat this; it will be enough.”  As she ventured out, she knew she must be swift, her mama needed these things.

As she left the store, someone handed her a walking stick. “This may to you strength bring.” She smiled in “thanks” as the gift giver hurried off.

“I must be lost for I do not remember the huge tree in the way of my passage.” The tree tried to scoop her up. She waved the stick like a fly swatter and the tree shrank in size. “I hope the boy, who ate my lunch, is safe, ” she thought.

“The path can’t be right for there was no raging river in my way.” She looked and looked for a way around. She waved the stick and the river became a brook once again. “I hope the girl is free from the water’s pull.”

“I’m so tired,” the little girl huffed and puffed. There was a small donkey standing just up ahead. “I don’t remember you,” she said as she climbed gratefully on his back. “You are a wonderful creature,” she whispered in his ear.

A howling wind, accompanied by a blizzard, blocked her pathway home. “No you don’t,” she scolded as she raised the stick high. “We must get home to help mama.” The storm turned to a misty, much needed rain.

As she bounded into her small, warm home, she noticed her mother was pale and almost blue in color.

“Oh mama, take some of this that the nice man sent to make you feel well. I will make these herbs into a tea.” She raised the stick. “You have taken care of me. Please help my mama.”

The girl’s mama rose from her couch with her strength restored. As she gathered her girl into her arms, the little girl became a young woman, kindness beamed in her deep blue eyes.

“Thank you stick.” she whispered. She knew not that all along it had been her many kindnesses that had given the power to the stick.

Life’s Lesson: Remember to give a kindness today; you never know how it may be repaid.

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Nautilus

Photography: “Walking Stick” copyright L. Moon 2013

I am participating in the A to Z month long Blog Challenge – Today’s letter “K”

I loved a girl

I loved a girl

She wasn’t pretty or fair

I’m not even sure

of the color of her hair

***

I read her on paper

that’s where I would see

a portrait of words

quietly enfolding me

***

A journey of sorts

is where we would go

nowhere had limits

places high- places low

***

I loved her because

she opened my eyes

to a world without speaking

no barriers- no lies

***

We never got closer

than Jupiter and Mars

but the fire in her eyes

drew my heart to the stars

Photo: Thanks to Miss Turner

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/missturner/2434425394/)

navicore /aka Ed Sweeney

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/edsweeney/4111291263/)

Moon Smile ( a poem by my friend Shaun)

Ache in the walking legs

Long day coming to a conclusion

Night claws you into darkness

Moon is your best friend

It smiles upon your journey

Thrilled to guide you home

Cheeky grin upon the face

You made the moon laugh

Moon shifts its location

Just trying to get comfortable

Home is on the radar

Met with a moon smile

The moon enjoyed your journey

Now time to say goodnight


this beautiful poem is crafted by Shaun Masterton

Thanks to Voobie for the Photo