Country Faith or Schematic Building a sand castle by daylight is something to behold While a beach walk at midnight seems to never get old The river’s current converts rocks into a cliff’s edge And the winds of Sahara make rolling hills of a ledge The sand from the desert is different than the beach […]
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The Cemetery The painter gazes upward with a weary eye With a nod to the impending gray and gloomy sky It sits far beyond the horizon of the Great Plains Past all the wheat fields filled with tall grains The nearby herb garden is in total disarray The crow black as graphite caws steadily away
Just Another Day The shuttle returns from destinations unknown with new tales to tell as another day unfolds aboard the Starship Zephyr. —— My poem in response to Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Poetry Challenge Prompt #46. This week’s theme comes from A Treasury of Christian Poetry. It’s a poem called “Obedience.” The paint chip words and
A Snowy Kinship Awakened by the blizzard pounding A kinship forms with my surrounding The lighthouse is nearly gone from view Sea glass must chart its course anew No pungent chanterelle to be found As drifting snow obscures the ground Each snowflake appears as antique lace The sky keeps falling from outer space The plum
Half Of A 1798 African Conversation ‘Tis the spring of ’98, and our Africa safari is well under way So far we find it a nice place to visit with no intent to stay Nights in the jungle might be the blackest sky we’ll ever know Except that night the supernova put on a spectacular
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To Night, From Day Dear Night, there is something I need to get off my chest Despite appearances, our relationship hasn’t always been the best I know I should have written sooner and probably could of if I tried But I was busy trying to reduce your dark hold over the Aquarius sky To put
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Not Written in March – Behold! Have you ever taken a taxi cab on a yellow brick road? You can take it clear to Plymouth Rock if you are so bold. Your brown-paper package won’t add too much to the load. Directing the driver with the chalkboard seems to never get old. Erase those directions
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April Mornings and October Evenings Calendar date consultation Is one way to mark the seasons But activities and location For me are the defining reasons Spring’s arrival is such a thrill But the March start date is a strain The rains that come in April Produce waterfalls and grass stains Placing woolens in the cedar
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What If There Were No Tomorrows? What if there were no prompts? Would we find the motivation to move ahead? No longer waiting for the green light and a push to start We’ll dig deep inside ourselves for inspiration instead What if there were no yesterdays? Would our history be gone and our past all
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Four Haiku For You Prompts and cards abound Four haiku for yours truly First haiku achieved Adventurous child Imagining hot lava Courage is achieved Blue moon casts a spell Babbling brook subdues pollen Harmony achieved Tragicomedy Might not laugh when you expect Humor not achieved —— Disclaimer: I am a contributing member of the Bad
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