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

Cover Art #dpchallenge #photography

 

Can you imagine the cover art to your next book?

I have- I even have the back picked out.

The front is the smiling faces of Liberian children and the back is a the back of a sand filled canoe paddling away (also Liberian).

What makes a good cover? I think if your cover can draw the reader or listener in then it’s done its job.

 

 

 

  My Three books would be entitled:

 1-Catching the Wind

(Poetry inspired by the High Sea)

2- Died Red

( horror mystery you choose)

3 – Tying the Knot – for lasting relationships

(self-help or murder mystery )

 

The WordPress Daily Challenge this week is Cover Art.  imagine which of your images you would like to see gracing the cover of a book, an album, or a magazine.

This was way too much fun!

And here are some creative covers. Who knows you might find a cover designer for your next book!

At Home on the Sea #sailing #devotion #poetry

 

posturized beach

You sit silently

 water teases

bumping against

your hull

a few more moments

rest

preparing for a dance with the waves

and then like the rooster that crows at dawn,

the captain shouts the order:

“unleash the mainsail,

ready the ropes from mooring

raise our standard,

let the sun have her glorious moment”

colors dance and flutter as the breeze grasps sepia sails

the sun smiles, ” yes, the perfect day to set out”

I remember too well

 days when the sun-kissed my face

and the breeze snapped at my hair

like a bubble the topsails float free

sailors amble down the ropes

upturned faces meet the day in an “ahhh”

more billowing white than brown

as the captain tugs at the wheel

“yes, my lady, it is time to fly”

he grasps the smooth wood like a lover

he feels her tug back, “I am ready,” she whispers

free from her mooring, she lets the wind pull her about

sailor’s legs are eager to feel the motion of the sea

white meets blue in a halo of reflections

tears pool as my heart wants to grasp at freedom

a tug of war with spirit and earth

as the sails reach to the sea

she glides toward open water

I am glad for the reminder

one day I too will leave the mooring of life

releasing billowing sails to the winds beyond

gliding freely with the captain of my ship to open waters

schooner

 

Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storms of life.”

Ella Wheeler Wilcox 

Bless the Lord, O my soul!
    O Lord my God, you are very great!
You are clothed with splendor and majesty,
    covering yourself with light as with a garment,
    stretching out the heavens like a tent.
He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters;
he makes the clouds his chariot;
    he rides on the wings of the wind;
he makes his messengers winds,
    his ministers a flaming fire.
Psalms 104: 1-4

Sails and Storms #poetry #photography

 

 

 

sailing on the sun

Turbulent we ride it out

on high churned up seas

tie down the sails

in slickers freeze

the day had been

balmy and blue

grey skies forever

waves choppy too

you take the good

I’ll take the bad

the stormy days

are close at hand

as you let loose your sails

remember this day

we long for the ocean

with which to play

Poet’s United Midweek Motif is: Stormy Weather

 

 

In the Fray #dpchallenge #photography #poetry

 On the edges of  battle

mouth of cannon burns exhausted

reliant on my mooring

fore and aft held taut

If afraid when things splinter

they become stubble and stone

 

 

Today’s DP Photography Challenge is Fray .

Captive #photography #poetry #dpchallenge

 

 

 No longer am I free

captured in your frame

whether sailing in the sun

dancing in a box

peeking through the trees

what do you call this game?

Today’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is Silhouette.

Degas’ sculpture Petite Danceuse de quatorze ans is a beautiful life-like bronze statue.

 

What of Life? #questions #poetry #photography

To know everything implies that I know something

“what” I ask of myself  “do I know”?

When the sails of life luff I may not be going anywhere

When the umpire emphatically cries “You’re out!” – I am

When the doctor tells me I have cancer I have no questions

What about those times in which I know nothing?

When the first  thunder booms can I get under cover in time?

When a patient squeezes my hand  for the last time is there more I could have done?

When my child makes a bad decision can I change it?

But there are those moments…

when feathery leaves dance with the dawn, I can’t contain the wonder

when a young dolphin squeals as if it is laughing, I must laugh

when I’m held lovingly through  life’s storms, I am comforted

“no” I answer myself  “I do not know anything”

with each day I cherish life and people a bit more…

At Poet’s United,  Verse First Kim Nelson has prompted the poet today. In Writing Down the BonesNatalie Goldberg says, “In writing you can know everything.” So today, be omniscient. Be a know-it-all, an expert; be the last word. Write a poem with a voice of authority.

Here is my last word then – I have to agree with those who have gone before me “The older I get the less I know.”

Photograph: “The Last “Ha” © L. Moon 2013

Yawl #atozchallenge #poetry #life’slessons #sailing #napomo

As we glide on the sea of life, we rarely see the squall up ahead. Squalls are a greater test for the sailor of life than the sunny weekend sailor’s dreams…

She was ours this sturdy craft

maiden voyage stem to stern packed

we set off on a lark that day

knowing not that bad weather was in the way

we pitched  we rolled

our new craft took a toll

we trimmed  we sailed

and emptied quite a few pail

an ugly grey squall no less

it was sent our way to give the test

when sun’s weak rays came at last

we knew one of many we had passed

for others would we be ready

in our life there would be plenty

storms to test our merit

lessons for love we would bear it

***

There are many challenges in life. If we cannot weather those storms our life is not hardy and hail. This is my offering to the A to Z challenge. A lesson of life packed into this “Y” – my little “craft” bobs and pitches on a regular basis but we are still “afloat.”

The beautiful seascape is by artist Konstantinovich