Sink or SWIM #poetry

pool lavandar

I wondered then

was I thrown into the pool at two

like I threw my dog in

to assure she wouldn’t drown

eyes bug out at me pleading for a rescue

and I knowing my parentage know

a bugged out plea

would have done little

“but she can swim”

*

so you see

it was really like that

sinking or swimming

is it a wonder then

when you sit on the thinker’s mat

your fingers weaving illogical actions

that you dive off a cliff

and the implications are

deeper than the sea

*

WHY NOT?

 launch your boat

for the first time in a storm

after all what better way to

 test if she is hail, will float

waves will crest

but then so do trials

before you tame them

in bath water mildly  hot

*

It’s more fun to

 get on the back of a hog

knowing little about the driver

except he is a reckless sort

you’ll ride to hell and beyond

after all isn’t that

what his jacket

says you’ll do?

*

and

at the end of the day

when you retrieve another cracked board

because someone had shouted “Surf’s Up”

you shake hands with the last rays

of the day

glad that your first lesson was

  breathing under water

receeding tide

 

“it’s better to walk alone than with a crowd going in the wrong direction”

Diane Grant

Another great prompt from Susan at Poet’s United Midweek Motif – Swimming

Awash in Art #poetry #photography #art

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso

august 2013 207

Behold art

through artist’s eyes

hold your breath

there’s no disguise

*

imagination

will you see

at  water’s edge

you’ll be set free

*

A fanciful place

to lose oneself

catch a wave

you’ll need no help

*

dust away mundane

look deep inside

a hidden world

rides on the tide

*

lost you art?

you sorry soul

without it’s depth

you won’t be whole

*

grasp its tail

come with me

ride a notion

in the artist’s sea

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Whether a connoisseur of art, a dabbler, a master, you might agree that to “lose art” would result in a mundane and less colorful existence.

Today’s assignment at Verse First:

Consider loss, losing, art, and their meanings for you. Then write a 6- stanza poem that contains at least two rhyme schemes. Lost? Read the poem again, identify the rhymes and give it a try.

Photograph: “Spent Wave 2 – Oil by Clare circa 1982”

Beauty Overcomes #poetry #photography #haiku

A reflected image

Images meaning

waters makes the words unclear

beauty overcomes

 

ice crystal

Foul white Winter blast

beauty’s capsule  is in flight

chilled by life’s cold edge

Join Carpe Diem in their Haiku challenge “Cold Winter Blast”

The Snowflake was shot by yellowcloud ck out more of their work at Flickr

Reality Turns #poetry #philosophy #time

The hourglass of reality …

A fallacy really

no sooner are your sands neatly collected

you are flipped end over end

… time begins again

those  sands do they represent

memory?

decision?

a life changing event?

Are your sands

equivalent to dust particles

…meaningless

or…

???

They float

land

dispersing themselves

unconcerned

on a shelf in a life

You there

dust or sand?

mark of insignificance

can you have meaning?

dust or debris?

this hand is the holder of time

dust

meaning

feel His loving fingers

turn your reality

for all

Time

 

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To all who have read my work – you are each like drops of water on a dry soil. You have kept me going through much of my desert life. I have been on a long  journey; it is hard to return and be the same. I am loathe to give up a blog where I know my work is kept for a later date. Suffice it to say you are all missed…