Doing… And Loving It #amwriting #science #art #children #photography #Uganda

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.

catch …

 

(and I have a haibun of sorts.)

 

Sigh #poets #photography

flower

grappled with your verse

making much sense

turned them over in my head

all the things that you’d said

your blue was grey

my yellow faded away

we loved the same

I caressed your name

lost in your prose

how you did it who knows

“we never met” I sigh

 I live between your lines

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two women poets

changing seasons kept  apart

loved the same man

Shared the Fright #horror #poetry

 

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

Magnifying Glass #Newyear #2019 #Happynewyear

 Goodbye to a year that will be the past

  Adieu to our failed successes that don’t last

we wave a friendly blushing Ciao

Sayonara , gone for now

Magnify the things you’ve done

some things lost others won

rocks pulled from the soil

bread rising never to spoil

all of 2018 now behind

flash of 2019  momentarily blind

****

last farewell to friends

 sun sets too soon over Nile

loved children smile

Stepping Stones #poetry #photography #writing

 

 

 

 

Valley water in a good year

 

rough current o’er my path

couldn’t pick a way

no choice but sink or swim

life pulled me down

boulders blocked my life

throw them at the sun

sharp like a knife

writing scribbled frowns

not really smooth

a way in front I see

what lies behind

rushes to the sea

walk in a village

water flowing free

writing with a goal

children read & dream

 

I know poetry is symbolic and cryptic and so many unexplainables. Poetry has been a way for me to move forward (and write) when my path seemed fouled. Use your words no matter how few to set your mind at ease. There is a waterfall of sentences just up ahead.