Tuesday, November 23, 2021

GRATITUDE FOR MOTHER EARTH


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I look forward to sunsets

The way lovers anticipate surrender

To explosive climactic splendor

Before colors dissolve into monochrome

Though never totally devoid of light

The night seems full of finality 

A little like death 

But with potential for revival

When its darkness like a womb

Births millions of possibilities 

Then the world, so ill, endures

Thankful for its remaining health

In its beauty that still blooms

While I cherish, relish

Its resiliency 



Brandon, at Earthweal, challenges us, as we approach Thanksgiving Day here in the US, to write about our gratitude for our world.

Sunday, October 31, 2021

THINKING ABOUT A LANTERN

 



There’s a little lantern within us

It’s flames light our path

But remember it’s wick requires fuel

   *

Internal light is not hidden

It radiates through our thoughts, our words

Enlightening others or burning them

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Unintentional flashes of ourselves often seep out

Unfiltered by those shades that attempt to dim

To camouflage the real we are

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That little lantern inside

Has potential to be a blinding light

But also to generate radiant heat



Hope everyone is having a wonderful day.  May your light shine bright.

For The Sunday Muse where we are asked to use the photo as a prompt.



Monday, October 25, 2021

The ghosts of innocence

 




The dead are with us

Hovering through our spaces 

Or dangling from clouds

Waiting to creep into our minds

Where they can invade our souls

Spirits have potential purpose

Power to infuse their essence into ours

Transforming us by blessing us

Or haunting us in darkness

They can exist in throngs like angels

Or thrive eternally in demonic fire


Perhaps this is fable

But I know the living mingle

Choices for good and evil 

Here on earth

Haunted by the ghastly ghosts 

Of our collective innocence ‘



I am submitting to Earthweal where Sara asks to write about Samhein.


She writes: “ Of all the cross-quarter festivals, Samhain is the only one that seems to have retained a hold on the popular imagination. The ancient festival was co-opted by the Church into All Hallows’ Eve, and then transformed and transmuted into the festival of pumpkins and witches and monsters we know today. It’s more enthusiastically celebrated than Easter, I think, and is second only to Christmas as a popular festival.”

Saturday, October 9, 2021

SAD THOUGHTS

Worldatlas.com

 


Oil spills, fires, war, humans
So many threats to this earth
But she persists, insists -
Resilience!
She wants life, beauty
To never die
She teaches infants (us) endless lessons
Repeat, repeat, repeat
But (r)evolution is slow
Will it take supereons
For humanity to reach adulthood?
How many planets
Can babies break?




 
This earth is constantly on my mind especially as I watch my grandkids grow. I worry about the world I leave them. Still, I try to keep hope in my heart and trust earth’s wisdom.






Submitted to Earthwheal.com




Wednesday, October 6, 2021

DETACHMENT


(fineartamerica.com)


 

I’ve been missing

Seeing you each morning

My monumental, majestic mountains

 Beholding your beauty 

Kept me grounded, aware

How huge yet small we both are

Within the magnitude of being

You are immovable 

Not I 

Though you reside in my heart

I left you





But love unlimited expands to varied soils

My mornings are now green 

Green the grass

Green the trees

Green the bushes

 Green the leaves

Green my heart

As my love turns green



(Recently moved from New Mexico to Florida.)



Written for Eartwheel.com where Sherry asks us to write about collateral beauty.


Monday, September 27, 2021

I AM




I am an old house

Inhabited by ghosts of spring

While autumn leaves surround me


My structure is weakening

I wonder how long it will stand

Against those inevitable winds


Though my essence is intangible 

I fear this too will gradually fade

Time is memory’s eraser 


Though sagging I still encompass my being

Like every house I am uniquely distinguished 

By what I hold within


Though falling I am still a building

Becoming 



(Can you guess I just had a birthday?)



Written for The Sunday Muse where we are asked to write a poem with the photo as a prompt.


Saturday, September 18, 2021

THE ACTOR




Success! He finally climbed that last step on the ladder. No matter the endless repetition seeking recognition from those whose disposition mattered. He reached the top.

However, his happiness is camouflage, a proper costume for the part of triumphant man. His flair hides despair. The cigar is prop for smoke to screen his tears.

Process like progress requires choice. He chose to neglect her. She chose to leave him.





Submitted to The Sunday Muse.  

We are asked to write a poem or vignette about a selected photo.