Flutter in my vision,
Many doves pick birdseed
From the grass green,
And flowers colorful as balloons
Bloom where they are planted:
A garden of gratitude
Inspired by my brother’s garden and Fandango’s one-word prompt, grateful.
If you put your hands
In front of your face,
A baby will think you’ve
And giggle innocently with
Delight when you remove
The hands from
In front of your eyes.
Grief is not child’s play.
Are you gone, simply
Because I cannot
I wrote this one back in May but am just sharing it now.
For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, about the desert rose. I am also sharing this with the Tuesday Platform, so be sure to visit and read other great poems!
On dry, rocky ground
Small desert rose somehow grows
A splash of color
DVerse is back from its summer vacation, so the quadrille has returned! This week’s word is “sun.” I am also sharing this with Fandango’s one-word challenge.
There is a point near a black hole
Where escape becomes impossible,
Where gravity has too strong a pull —
Not even light can run from its grip.
On the other side of this horizon
No stars shine, no suns burn
Point of no return.
This is for Frank’s haikai challenge this week, which is about the lotus. Follow the link to read more about the symbolism and significance of this flower, as well as more poetry.
Rising from the mud
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This week, Chèvrefeuille invites us to write about friendship. Also, today happens to be the birthday of one of my dearest friends.
Sprung from daisy chains
And friendship bracelets, spending
Girlhood together —
Becoming women beside
One another, love still strong.
Shared with the Tuesday Platform.
“For I am like a growing olive tree,”
Declares the psalmist in his ancient words,
“I trust forever in God’s great mercy” —
Even today his poem of praise is heard
And echoes in the hearts of faith-filled ones,
With the same root, they too grow tall and strong,
Not as mere trees but as daughters and sons
Of the Most High, who shall not lead them wrong.
They may feel pressed like precious olive oil,
But with lamps lit there’s rest after the toil.