All the Right Ingredients #poetry #photography

sun and wave foam

 

missing is your smile

like a warm summer ray

when the doves come to nest

and the squirrels jump and play

empty are my hands

once filled with sweet dough

melty good your cookies

 so hard to let you go

unfilled is the space

that lies within my heart

never can replace love

that grew my early start

warm are the memories

that bring you close to mind

angels sing your praises

your actions always kind

needing still your spirit

to warm the bitter taste

sunny was your countenance

on cold blustery days

missing still your smile

like a warm summer ray

when the doves come to nest

and the squirrels jump and play

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Who is absent from your life that made such a difference?

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Absence

 

 

 

 

Ripples of Life #poetry #photography

ripples of music

 

(archived 9/5/ 2012)

You have to fall in love

and lose it

to really know love at all

you have to wish on a star

and hold it

to catch the dust as it falls

you have to give

with your whole heart

 to embrace the weak and the small

you have to be pierced

through the middle

to understand the power of pain

you have to live life

to the fullest

to understand loss and gain

you have to throw caution

to four winds

to dance with life’s love in the rain

Sharing this archived poem (from September 5 2012) with Poetry Pantry

Listen to this poem read by Justin Germino over at Wander Thoughts aka @dragonblogger

Photography: ” Ripples of Life” by L. Moon copyright 9/2012

A Garden of Verse #poetry

fern

 

I thumb through the archives

unfold fiddleback of verse

and the more anticipation

 the more memories I traverse

that poem written with a tear

that one in-between a kiss

hold each  discarded petal

not wanting the meaning to miss

I live between the stanzas

in a garden you can’t see

connect the dots together

the poetry is me

 

 

This is a funny/ reflective poem for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. As I went through archived work and drafted private (for submission only) work I realized how rich we are to be able to embrace life in words. To each poet thank you for this is a life we share in the garden of verse.

 

Peony #poetry

peony wild flower farm

She comes to the party in her finest

walks with an elegant swoosh through the door

all about in formal black white attire

no one sees smile down-turned toward the floor

all eyes are on this girl,  filled with spirit

her feet are tired as she leaves the dance floor

all hearts filled with love for  Peony

pink fancy dress makes this girl whirl

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dressed for a party

flamboyant  in the sunshine

all eyes on her

The prompt for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Peony

Also sharing with Poets United – Poetry Pantry

Thanks to Wild Flower Farm for the photograph.

The Beauty in Difference #devotion #poetry

pink wild flower poster

I was wild  a little daring

boldly wearing magenta in a sea of green

standing tall at the close of spring

the thing was no one knew my name

they knew the pansies, marigolds, lobelia

I heard one flower proclaim

“she’s a beauty for a weed

she should be removed

who knows if she will infect you”

I wasn’t refined, knew little what to do

hard to define, but I like who I am

I heard the master gardener say:

“don’t stop being who you are

a time will come I will cut  away

do not dismay you will endure

long years you will smile and sway”

It’s difficult standing among a crowd and being different. Perhaps while everyone wears blue and yellow, you like orange and pink. Your shoes are tall while everyone else wears flats. Were we made to be all the same? Apparently not. Some people are petite others are large. There could be one hundred people with dark hair and that hair would be long,  straight, short, kinky, medium, bouncy, shiny, red tint, or dull with some grey. God made us this way. We are different not so that we can point out that we are the best flower in the garden but so that we can give food or shade to a certain creature, offer a rare fragrance in mid-day, cheer up someone who is downtrodden, or shine our faces in a smile to the sun. We each carry a gift that like a bouquet is an offering of beauty to our maker and to our world.

“Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit.”

John 15:2

 “ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”  ~Psalm 139:14

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

Ephesians 2:10

Shared today with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United and Godinterest