beckons my eye
nature in perfect balance
see small loveliness
blue reds rise autumn dawn
tail twitches “welcome”
Happy 1st day of December to each of you lovely people!
Weary of this dusty land
searching for a single drop
refreshment little remains
tho many for you have sought
sojourn in the desert
on weary feet I walk
thirsting for oasis
…and hopelessly I stop
rushing free the fountain
my hands eagerly reach out
touching living water
unencumbered by the drought
a wellspring ever deep
daily relieves my doubt
dry robes gone I dive
“drink all you can” – I shout
As the land that I call “home” is being devastated by drought (now thirsty wildfire), I am reminded anew of how satisfying a dip into cool water is on the hottest of days.
“For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants.”
“And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”
“…but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
“And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment.”
Sharing with Godinterest
Were I a bird on the wing
I would perform
an aria I would sing
you would marvel
at the tone
on the limb
I perch alone
Were I a fish in a stream
I would dazzle with colors
blue, red, green
against the current
I would go
by the flow
Were I a drop of water in a lake
community we’d make
you and me
flowing toward the sea
“He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.”
― William Shakespeare,
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Unity.
I had an ominous dream
time had passed before my eyes
a dark cloud swept over our earth
filled with dark corruption and lies
a storm charged with hate
no control how it spun
ripping apart all that inspired
where the final gate was hung
inside was preserved
only one small tiny world
open-faced smiling flowers
and one grey mourning dove
a brick path had been laid so long ago
and the arbor overgrown
shielded unique flowers
from the cold biting snow
frozen were the tears
that lay upon my cheek
as beauty was discarded
ripped apart so to speak
and now what is left
I can tell you what is not
today beauty died
the remaining world now LOST
“Time began in a garden.” and it will end there as well. I sometimes have imagined with my children what the garden of Eden must have been like. We all liked the idea of riding tigers, talking to the monkeys, and being lifted up in the trunk of an elephant. The part of the garden that was different from all gardens was the absence of SIN. That would mean the animals would have gotten along. Many claim that the lion laying down the lamb at the end of the Age. I was struck by a visual that I saw in an article written by a young Pakistan woman. She spoke of how life had been simple in her (impoverished) village but people looked after each other and they celebrated the good fortune of another. In the garden of life, people care for one another. She expressed her consternation at the change of the bigger village in just 50 years since the days when people would split their last loaf of bread with another. In this new society man throws a struggling survivor of a boat (in the sea) because their beliefs are not the same. Children are taught to wield blades bigger than themselves – their prey is man.
Truly our garden is dying.
“Therefore you will joyously draw water From the springs of salvation.”
“And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the young goat, And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little boy will lead them. 7Also the cow and the bear will graze, Their young will lie down together, And the lion will eat straw like the ox.…”
ballerina water dance
frozen in motion
hydrangea surrounds the stage
This poem for Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United was written in the heart of winter. The ballerina in these haiku awaits the opening of spring’s curtain.
I am so grateful to Poet’s United for the interview about the poetry book for the orphans of Ebola in Liberia and to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. If you are unfamiliar with these two poetry communities, please check them out.
Submissions are open until June 1st.
The poems being submitted are a beautiful chorus that fit so well together.
stirring my fingers
pool of liquid memory
filled with for nevers
Melancholy is the prompt at Carpe Diem. Many of us are melancholic wishing for spring to come.
I Wanted to share that submissions are now being accepted for the project for the children orphaned by Ebola. All poets and haiku poets welcome to share their voice. All the money raised from this book will go to the care of orphans in Liberia!
This week at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Kristjaan is again challenging our writing with another Haiku lesson:
“Maybe this episode had to be our first Haiku Writing Techniques episode, because this week it’s all about one of the basic writing techniques of haiku, the surprise, that one moment as long as the sound of a pebble thrown into water. That moment we have to catch in three lines, three lines which have to tell the whole story of that one moment, that surprise. That one moment is the essence of haiku. It’s an impression caught in three lines and (mostly) seventeen syllables.”
one tear of understanding
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