Stories in my head #poetry

golden fountain

spillway of imagination

words turbulent and frenzied

the hero anxious in the wings

 villain threatens with aplomb

a hushed sense of what’s next

blood and tears fall

innocence fleas the shadowed way

a woman saves the day

the sun rises all is well

time  is small in my hand

I brandish my weapon

 pen cuts through the marrow

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Hours with sand and paint

dust particles tease the light

my mind writes

The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Conquest (or Conqueror). The writer holds so much in her hand – the pen a mighty weapon.

 

Cat and Mouse #poetry #deadlines

kitty

 

leaving me one morsel

follow affection’s trail

perfect is the trap

“sir, you are no mere cat!”

*

turn from being shunned

closer now you come

sidle Cheshire smile

“sit with me awhile”

*

again, I take the bait

no exit no escape

in your claws another mouse

 so many in this house

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sand  another wall

this house has endless seasons

a poem on the stairs

up stairs

This  “Cat” poem (prompted by Poet’s United) was written on the stairs on a scrap of cardboard while I was sanding and prepping something else that doesn’t want to stay attached to my house.

I am nearing completion (next Wednesday my deadline) of a year-long remodel.  I look forward to writing the stories cluttering in my head.

Never Satisfied #poetry #photography

sunshine curtains

they picked over my things

“no please don’t do that!”

they could not hear my voice

I was behind a curtain

everything had changed

I no longer had a say

frozen was time’s clock

I watched behind a curtain

you look different

mechanical are your ways

they’ve taken away your will

A tear behind the curtain

I turn toward a new home

“sorry for your loss”

 join me darling soon

there’s room beyond the curtain

*

giving freely

two pressed between other’s vice

taking  greedily

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Compromise. Sometimes its easier to give everything up then to compromise. Other times it’s all taken (as in situations with the elderly) and again there is little compromise.

Aerodynamic #writing #aviation #poetry

airplane wing

Lift, weight, drag

nature needs no calculation

elements take flight

*

birds effortless soar

seasons provide inspiration

view from the eyrie

*

uncontrolled the wind

my mind shifts to the stars

blinded by moon dust

space shuttle

 

The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif is “Wind Power.” 

Photo: Exhaust pipes Space Shuttle Discovery ©moondustdesigns 2014

 

 

Despite Life’s Storms…Committed #poetry #haibun

forest path

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One day from Japan to Guam, a P-3 crew of 12 flew into a tempest. In the face of death, some grasped for metal others crumpled straws; I held to confidence in my God. For hours we were tossed like a mere play thing; it seemed impossible that a craft could hold together against such force. As the storm lifted and just above the ocean we drifted, we beheld the most glorious image. All of nature awakened beneath a glorious, golden halo: Whales blew plumes of water, dolphins played on the surface, flying fish pirouetted in a dance with the waves.

*

eye of the storm

man clings to any hope

nature’s beauty emerges

I can’t paraphrase what the journey committed to God is like. For each pilgrim it is different. But this one thing I can say – no matter the sorrow, no matter the pain when the storm has passed there’s a beauty unclaimed.

The prompt at Poet’s United is “Committed.” What are you committed to no matter the cost?

“A Glimpse to the other side” is a more complete “story” that I wrote several years ago logging this day.

 

Time Passing #poetry #writing #photography

childs viewpoint

The next generation buzzed about

one pre-adolescent squawked off-key

trying their hand at being grown up

our children even in sorrow bring us glee

stories of when they were young

little gazes adoration filled

I miss little hands in mine

I still hear a faint giggle

we are here to honor our father

how many gatherings did he watch

things will never be the same

 the family’s protective hawk

we share laughter and tears

they fledge and time passes

parents impotent to protect

the merry go rounds go faster

we sit thinking of the past

telling stories of when they were young

look behind one brief moment

his shadow all alone

*

I wish you knew him

broken people held in rough hands

maintained order

Poets United Midweek Motif is “Parenting.” We just spent the past weekend celebrating the rich life of my father-in-law who spent his life serving in international disaster relief. We knew many of the stories still it was good to hear that he was loved and respected no matter where he went. We had lots of time for reflecting on the past and parenting as the children circled our chairs.