dry and arid landscape,
cracks in the ground bring water,
seed to stem, renew.
I reflect upon us all,
humanities resilience.
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Blossom
Petals touch the earth, it’s such a dearth
Of our collective humanity. The mundane meets
The profane, in an elegant dance of universality.
Closed and subdued, waiting in the wings for
Just the right moment to spring forth and collect
Their special moment, looking at you, and
seeing right through.
Some open a little at a time, you walk past,
And notice, just every so slightly, their petals
Begin to give way to the universal force bearing
Their name, feeling inspiration, your claim.
Others open in a flurry, one day completely
Closed, then the next, rising to meet the
Golden sun, shining deep inside filtrating out
All the things that hide.
The point?
They all grow from the same earth, and
Have their own way to walk through this mirth.
Casting a special glow through all that pass by,
Waiting for that special moment to blossom forth.
Roar
They look into my eyes,
And I wonder why, or why they even try.
They think their stare a dread,
Yet it’s more often just a shred. A glimpse
Into their being, having nothing whatsoever
To do with my leaving.
I am not the names and forms
You associate with me in your head.
Furthermore, it’s mine to lay claim
To all that I am, when I’d like,
so don’t be such a bore.
And?
I Am Woman, here me roar.
In response to the WDYS #72 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
This short poem had a four-fold inspiration; one, the image prompt from Keep it Alive; two, the movie I Am Woman, which I’m watching on Netflix; three, my courageously strong and beautiful sisters, mother, and ex-wife; and four, all of the myriad of women that have coached and mentored me throughout my life, of which, there have been many.
A Reason
Strange as it can sometimes seem,
Yes, just like a dream, everything is in motion
In this life, just like it is supposed to be.
Everyone plays their part, from the very start, even when
We second-guess, and are confused about
The hidden art, which conjures such scenes
Of mystery, confusion, and, yes sometimes
Delusion.
Living inside of the unknown can be precarious,
And even downright gregarious and, at times,
Even quite nefarious.
Yet, living inside a dream isn’t always as
It seems. There is a rhyme and reason in
Every season, even when, maybe, especially
When we are searching for a reason.
Blue Expanse
Looking up into the blueness,
The vastness of space collected
Together for our mutual endeavor,
And our innermost pleasure.
It’s beholden to see, such a treasure
Of sight, and delight. It often reminds
Me of being a young boy, living freely, no limits
In sight, breathing in all of life’s gifts one at a time.
And, today, even on gray days, I can see
Through that pillowy cover to the blueness
That is there, awaiting the next time, the next breath,
Winds shifting with our beating hearts,
To reveal the depth of the drifting blue expanse.
In response to the Saturday RagTag Daily Prompt, by Punam.
Innovation
Is sometimes, subtle,
And sublime,
Like a rhyme in your head,
You can’t get rid of, or
At, times, make sense of.
Not one you tread on
And bend to your will.
No, more like it floats in,
And whispers of something
Larger, and broader.
Waiting for you to come farther
Then, maybe, you’ve been
In some time, or
Better still, ever portended
Was possible.
A limitless landscape designed
From the imagination, and the
Innovation that lives within.
Tanka #7
Sun like a deluge,
Cloud steals, but for a moment.
Time stretches, sublime.
Feelings of unity rife,
Everything connected. Bliss.
Skyward
I lift my face
Skyward, toward
The unknown of
The byword.
Nature I feel deep
Inside, there’s no
Reason to wonder
Why.
Simply exist in this
Moment, with attention
Fixed on what was
Once missed.
Haiku #11
Lights shine in night sky,
An owl sings in the distance.
Crickets echo. Day.
Brilliance
A grand palace, one that goes on, at times
Without notice, sitting in the weather, not a care
Near, nor a plethora of wear, tear, or despair.
As the sun rises, off in the distance,
It casts a glow of such brilliance, making
The grand even more persistent, while
Simultaneously, reminding us all of our shared resilience.
Such displays need no homage or fanfare,
Though, for sure, the latter is not rare,
As people from around the world come to
Share in the brilliance that is there.
In response to the WDYS #71 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 