My pen drips fresh ink
formulas for miles
words in proper sync
imagine children’s smiles
I dip the point
drawings lighten the load
sheep “baa” pigs “oink”
new merges with old
words pour upon pad
ideas in a storm
can’t hold what I have
I run out of proper form
my pen drips ink
too fast to catch
ideas in my head
drawings pour like waterfalls.
(and I have a haibun of sorts.)
a grey- haired journey
we often stub our toes
rattle our mind for memories
caregiver regular in tow
treasures we seek
but little do we find
into a treasure filled mind
seasons change as you age
digging up treasure
Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.
I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder
I don’t know you but we are the same
you are bearing the same path of sorrow
the one you traverse is etched in pain
I cry knowing that we could have been spared
our world would depend on the magician’s hand
but then there would be no real horror
only what was written by one holding a pen
I’m sorry there is not more I can say
but scribe words of the world we live / lived
I wipe away old tears hoping
that you will outlive the terror as I did
If you were a butterfly would you be friends with a lion???
I didn’t think so.
Personally,I wouldn’t either. We know a lion who saved a butterfly while she was still in her chrysalis and she saw something about him that others didn’t.
Now this butterfly and (domesticated) lion go about the villages of Uganda teaching children.
If you listen closely, you might hear Judah roar. Don’t be afraid it is the only way a lion knows how to laugh.
Join us (Sean and Leslie) in 2019 as we write the story of the world where giraffes and orabi graze and children dance and sing in the village schools of Uganda.
I drove by grandma and grandpas place
so many changes hard to trace
a little girl where flowers bloom
eating ice cream by the light of the moon
music played all the seasons
I loved Rudolph for many reasons
love there didn’t need yeast
family gathered for every feast
today the house I cant afford
rich with memory’s golden cord
Responding to the prompt Afford at The House of Bailey
They tease and giggle
Ugandan heat radiates
warmed by a smile
Thanks to Weekly Prompts for the photo challenge Comparison