Things I'll Remember

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 I hope to remember happy memories
be filled with positive energies
recalling nature and all its splendor
touching my deepest heart center

turning the page into the new year
grateful for life and just being here
gazing upon January’s full wolf moon
will my dreams once again be in tune

at night before I close my eyes
I think of the last piece of blue sky
whispering a prayer into the night
that I will see the morning light

drifting into the unknown realm
on this star-ship who is at the helm
guiding me in my deepest slumber
imagination awakens full of wonder

In the morning what will I remember
will dreams fade in last night’s embers
recalling fragments throughout the day
rays of light let me know all is okay

written for What's Going On? The last Things I'll Remember 

Hosted by Sherry

Thank you for reading
stay safe and healthy.... 

Merry Christmas

 Hello Dear Friends

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. It is with a true heart I wish you the best of joy, health and happiness in the new year.

For those who don’t celebrate Christmas I wish you a heartfelt season’s greetings.

Thank you for supporting the wanderings of my mind. Each of you have enriched my journey.

Love, peace and light

True

December Cold Moon

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The super moon arrives full of light
tilting my head to gaze in amazement
can mere words describe my delight
fresh fallen snow covers the pavement

shivering in the cold, pondering life
listening to the neighbor’s barking dog
flickering stars seem unusually bright
clearing yesterday’s mysterious fog 

tonight, I’ll navigate my way to you
following the beat of ancient drums
singing poetic songs in dreams of blue
there are words sitting on my tongue

some written, spoken or never said
some notes sit silently, never to be read

linking with dVerse Open Link Night

I was stargazing last night and this poem was born.
Thanks for reading 
 

Poetry of Hope

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resist peacefully
create poetry of hope
make a difference 
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people carry signs
beep for our democracy
geese honk overhead
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pray for tomorrow
promises of renewal
hear mourning doves cry

linking with What's Going On? 
hosted by Sherry 

Two Minus Two

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I was waiting on a dream
    two minus two equals zero
a stray golden moonbeam
    you were my superhero

Lifting me up into the light
    floating in zero gravity
trying to hold you tight
    living in another reality

you drifted away
    gone, gone, gone

linking with dVerse quadrille 237 - zero 
writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating
the word zero hosted by Melissa 
 

White Rice

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bowl of cooked white rice
hope found in each precious grain
feeds hungry bellies 

written for What's Going On? Black or White 
hosted by Mary - write a poem about black or white but, not both.

Thanks for reading - This is the best I can do as I have been sick.
I was inspired by the local food drives seeking staples like rice to help feed those in need of food assistance.

November's Sorrow

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It was not yesterday, I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow. Sadly, it was last year when I felt the coldness of loss.

I sat on a wooden pew praying the chilliness would pass. But sadly, I knew his limbs would no longer walk amongst the living. The tears streamed down my face as I saw the text on my phone. “He’s gone”.  The words struck somewhere deep inside my soul.  A wound I knew would never heal.

Today, the first snow of the season arrived as the temperatures quickly dropped.  I looked outside my window in wonder.  A cardinal landed on the bush outside a messenger from the other side.  Gone in a flash of vibrant red against the white fresh snow.  I wept in the silence of the afternoon and the wound oozed.

written for dVerse - Prosery Prompt
hosted by Kim - Writing Prosery of 144 or less
incorporating the following from My November Guest by Robert Frost

“Not yesterday I learned to know
     The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow” 

In memory of my brother 

Where is Kinship

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 Where do you find kinship in your day
is it heard in the song of the mourning dove
is it heard in the song of the falling leaves
is it heard in the song of a moody blue jay

Where do you find kinship in your day
is it seen in the woolly caterpillar crossing your path
is it seen in the great blue heron that flies overhead
is it seen in the lone goose with a broken wing

Where do you find kinship in your day
do you smell it in the needles of tall pines
do you smell it in the cherry and apple blossoms
do you smell it in salty ocean waves

Where do you find kinship in your day
is it felt in the rain falling from the sky
is it felt in the sun that warms your face
is it felt in the wind blowing through your hair

Where do you find kinship in your day
is it tasted in a freshly picked orange
is it tasted in freshly picked berries
is it tasted in refreshing spring waters

Where do you find kinship in your day
do you find it in the smile of a passerby
do you find it in dog on your daily walk
do you find it in family and friends...

written for What's Going On? Kinship
hosted by Sherry