Dragonflies, Dreams and Possibility

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It was the season of dragon(flies)
a time of change, joy and light
soaring on iridescent wings
whispers of self-reflection
fluttering across the water lilies

It was the season of dreams
navigating the heavenly stars
full moon night of enchantment
creating wondrous adventures
soaring across the vast universe

It was the season of possibility
exploring the songs of the heart
connecting with the rhymes of life
believing in dragon(flies) and dreams
rising above uncertainty with hope

written for dVerse - creating micro season poetry
hosted by Kim 

Thank you for visiting

Peace, light and love always
 

From Darkle to Sparkle

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Stormy sky becomes less darkle
autumn sunlight sparkles

walking amongst golden trees
palpable tension in the air eases

leaves crunching under her feet
feeling mother earth's heartbeat

there's an aura of magical splendor
into the limbs of nature she surrenders

embracing falls sparkling light 

written for dVerse - Quadrille 234 

Writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating
sparkler or a form of spark  hosted by Punam 
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Sleepless Hills

John Quidor, “The Headless Horseman Pursing Ichabod Crane”

 

 

 I lost my head through no fault of my own
just a case of being in the wrong place
alone at night when the moon is full blown
rising from the shadows seeking my face

riding my steed through the sleepless hills
holding a fiery pumpkin as my light
autumnal northern winds bring ghostly chills
Halloween night ripe with seasonal fright

galloping throughout the land of the dead
chasing strangers who go into the woods
for eternal rest, the quest is my head
be wary of thunderous thumping hooves

revenge is an evil force when untamed
especially, when one's head is unclaimed

dVerse Poetics - hosted by Merril 
the challenge to write a poem about some version of the headless horseman. It’s your chance to escape reality. Base your poem on one of the folktales or create your own tale or urban legend. 

thank you for your visit  

In Memory of Jane

 

She traveled in the natural world
speaking the language of chimpanzee
she soared where the sky pearled

the trees sang a noteworthy song
her mission in life a chorus of hope
finding in the forest a place to belong

each new beat vibrating in her heart
dedicating her life to care for the planet
encouraging others to do their part

her dreams were worth chasing
and the earth is worth saving…

What's Going On? 
Hosted by Sherry

Never gone just transformed....

More than a Boo

courtesy of Pixabay

 No boo hooing here
resting in our special place each year
we gather to offer autumn fun

but, when the sun sets and the
harvest moon is at its peak
the orchard grows dark & cold

barred owls shriek
shadowy figures 
haunt the hills

linking with dVerse - Bring on the Boo 
hosted my De - writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating boo in some form

Traces of Weariness

Courtesy of Pixabay

She grows weary in the journey
pondering why roses are thorny
her soles now worn from overuse
why do willows always sing the blues

walking sticks help along the trail
pondering, will truth ever prevail
dreams offer new paths to pursue
why do willow always sing the blues

deeper into the forest she walks
overhead soars the red tailed hawk
alternate direction is hers to choose
why do willows always sing the blues

linking with What's Going On? Weariness 
For Susan's Prompt

 

Dipping in the Waters of Song

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The song, my paddle sings begins slowly
drifting in the morning breeze, freely
turtles basking in autumn’s golden sun
from an oak, a web glistens freshly spun

through the mystical lens one can see
magic resides in the old sycamore tree
perched high an owl, wisdom whispers
yesterday is gone, lost in soft whimpers 

Hoo hoo-hooooo

splash, splash, splashing
    dip, dip, dipping

murmuring secrets from the river
paddling faster with renewed vigor
each rhythmic stroke a labor of love
a pair of  bald eagles soar high above

the song, my paddle sings is stronger
riding the current of rushing water
all around me poetry seems to flow
verses of life seem to come and go

in the wilderness of my beating heart
beneath autumn's canopy, I fall apart
finding harmony in nature’s arms
attracted to all its magical charms
 
whoosh, whoosh, whooshing
        sploosh, sploosh, splooshing

navigating the natural twists and bends
the riverbed provides rest, a place to mend
in my dreams, I’ve seen a sacred place
weaving my thoughts, slowing my pace

the song my paddle sings, is reflective
mighty river baptism, new perspective
steering bravely into uncharted waters
my mantra, enjoy the wonder's life offers

glide, glide, gliding
smile, smile, smiling

Today,  I am guest hosting at dVerse exploring the 
poetry of E Pauline Johnson "Flint and Feather"

The challenge is to write a poem using "The Song My Paddle Sings"
as a springboard and using her poem as a source of inspiration.