dusty, and delicious

dusty,
and delicious,
a fond remembrance

of times gone by,
a child of five,
eagerly awaiting,
pacing back and forth,
looking at the door, wanting moreโ€ฆ

creaks now sound,
pacing stops,
gliding towards the door, I go,
stop, and wait patiently, I see

in the mirror, me

smile brimming,
heart delighted,
rocking towards my heels,
glee from within, waiting on theeโ€ฆ

the door opens, oh,
the sound, as
light comes forth,
the wafting deliciousness
is smelled for miles aroundโ€ฆI

now bound up, and

over the table,
ready to dig in, selection
important, take only one,
towards me it comes,
biggest bites as possible
are just enoughโ€ฆ

โ€ฆuntil I succumb
to the last crumbโ€ฆ

In response to the WDYS#103 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

Image credit; Jovan Vasiljeviฤ‡


#poetry, #anticipation, #childhood, #donuts, #life, #memories, #poem, #reflection, #wdys

the dreams kept comingโ€ฆ

the city sleeps, in an
indecent, and incandescent
display

tired, drowsy, and
dreaming of better days, or
is it of
the oft betrayedโ€ฆ

itโ€™s heart beating
a rhythm of long ago,
it wonders, and sheds
its skin
often flayed

wide open
for all to see,
like the skyโ€™s,
transparency

walking the streets,

you can feel
the pulse
beneath your feet,
and within
the panes
of the people-less, and
windowed scene, it seems

hallow, and yet also
full of lifeโ€™s drawings,
created long ago, by the people
left behind

when time
stood still,
and we were all
left wonderingโ€ฆ

as the dreams
kept comingโ€ฆ

In response to the WDYS#101 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


Image credit; Maksym Harbar @ Unsplash

#city, #connection, #dreams, #huamnity, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #poems, #reminiscence, #wdys

oh, how deeply I love herโ€ฆ

hand-in-hand,
we traipse this land,
passing by trees, and foliage
as we glide,
together, one step
in front of the otherโ€ฆ

we hold
within our hearts
a special place
for our mother, and

look up
with adoration,
a sense of satisfaction,
and the most gentle elation

as the light

cascades softly
off the trees,
through the glade,
and in front of me, and

I see,
and feel freeโ€ฆ

as the warmth
caresses my being
in its entirety, I say
a silent prayer, and

give thanks
on this day,
for this moment
of time alone with my mother

oh, how deeply I love herโ€ฆ

In response to the WDYS #100 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

Image credit; James Wheelerย @ Unsplash


#poetry, #adoration, #connection, #elation, #emotions, #life, #love, #mother, #nature, #poem, #silence, #wdys

heart-centered relatedness

sun sets, afire with
an afterglow
of the morrow, as sorrow
wells in my chest, lest we forget
the many scars
imbedded in the net

of my beingnessโ€ฆ

one step forward,
looking out
over the vastness
of this planets loveliness,
I digress, and ponder
the reality from within
my own knowingness, as

love spreads out
from the seas,
and through the air,
traveling
from here to there,
making its way
into the hearts
of all
that live inside
of this planetโ€™s
heart-centered relatedness

In response to the WDYS #99 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

Image credit; Kenrick Mills @Unsplash


#poetry, #heart, #life, #love, #nature, #planet, #poem, #relatedness, #wdys

Haiku #33

Image credit; Yulia Matvienko

friends
connected through
pain and pleasure
they are
far from fair-weather

In response to the WDYS #92 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #connection, #friends, #haiku, #humanity, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #shared, #wdys

Haiku #32

life pours on us in
layers,
uncovering truth
takes time
and patience

In response to the WDYS #91 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #ease, #haiku, #hardship, #introspection, #life, #love, #patience, #poem, #poems, #truth, #wdys

Haiku #31

Image credit; Sean Robertson @Unsplash

painted pictures
hint
of past circumstance,
longing
in our hearts to dance

In response to the WDYS #90 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #dance, #haiku, #heart, #life, #longing, #love, #poem, #poems, #reminiscence, #wdys

The Gift Bestowed

Image credit; Dakota Corbin @ Unsplash

jagged edges
cut deep
while resolving

we keep

our connection
to all
of our heartโ€™s
deepest secrets
bared
only
for you and me

hidden
for a time

back
with fervor
and a gusto
all their
own

we know

the show
is only
for those
that truly grow

into

other iterations
of being
while transfixed
by the matrix
of collective
memories
and

shadows
of past
circumstance

we resolve

and move
toward tomorrow
with a sense of
urgency
and yes
sometimes sorrow

yet
finally

we behold

the
afterglow
of the
gift bestowed


I wrote this poem the other night, and I as I reflected upon the WDYS #87 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje, it occurred to me that this poem was perfect for the prompt. I love it when that happens.

Utmost Feelings โ€“ Coming Soon!

If youโ€™ve not yet checked out Asthaโ€™s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, please check it out when you have a chance, and share as you are able. Thank you.

Additionally, the coauthors of Asthaโ€™s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, are creating a space for people to send their sentiments to Asthaโ€™s family.

If you are interested, please add your sentiments to this form, thank you, and stay blessed.

#poetry, #care, #compassion, #connection, #determination, #growth, #humanity, #joy, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #resilience, #sorrow, #wdys

Masterstroke, or Practical Joke?

Full of curiosity,
and hope, which bespoke
a quadril of smoke

in their eyes,

as they look up,
considering a
host of possibilities,

which some may
deem a masterstroke,
and others?

A practical joke.


As I pondered this weekโ€™s WDYS #85 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje, I reflected upon our family cat, Whiskers, who still resides with my ex-wife.

I did not have a cat growing up, so when we got Whiskers, I remember watching as she continuously scaled the (un)scalable, thus, masterstroke, and also devoured, well, food, that was not part of her diet.

For example, Whiskers once ate some left over pizza that had been left out. I found this out on my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night by stumbling across the completely empty storage bag, thus, practical joke.

That was fun.

Image credit

Iqbal Nuril @ Pixabay

#poetry, #hope, #poem, #poems, #possibilities, #wdys

My Years

Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

Sitting,
I take in all of my
surroundings, intellectual
stimulating,
while the verse and song
pour forth
from every fiber of my being.

Anticipation
beckons me forward,
and I march to itโ€™s tune,
displaying a solitary shield
and armor,

while the masses
jumbled up
with preoccupations,
tarry,
without ever giving
a single
glance, mention, or merry.

Nonetheless,
I realize,
itโ€™s theirs to hold,
just as it is
mine
to behold,

the music
as it flows
from my heart
to their ears,
even when they
think theyโ€™ve missed
my years.

In response to the WDYS #84 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#poetry, #contemplation, #heart, #introspection, #life, #love, #music, #my-years, #poem, #poems, #wdys, #wisdom