Romanticizing

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Romanticizing an orb of light
creates an illusion of perfection
but, in reality it exposes imperfection

Romanticizing the radiant moon
poets have written sonnets of
adoration about her mystical beauty  

Be watchful of her dark side passing
through earth's shadow playing
with vulnerable hearts...

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incorporating "zing"

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but, I have been reading. Seems to be associated
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Morn of Creation

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I don't feel like writing poetry today
weaving words into pieces of magic
creating something artful out of clay
if words didn't  shape would it be tragic

I don't feel like writing poetry today
is a visual enough, white snow falling
the sky winter gray, no sign of a sun-ray
the morn of creation is a gentle calling

I don't feel like writing poetry today
yet, here I am contemplating words
can poetic verses slay dragons at play
searching for the right nouns and verbs

I don't feel like writing poetry today
tossing crumbs of internal thoughts
wandering lost, has the path gone away
dreaming of trees of ivy and green moss

I don't feel like writing poetry today
freezing rain hits the window pane
circling outside hungry birds of prey
listening to the hissing ice pellets refrain

I don't feel like writing poetry today
but, somehow this poem found a way

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Predictably Unpredictable

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Groundhog Phil saw his shadow and winter will prevail for six more weeks.  Why, am I not surprised? It’s been a harsh winter with bitter cold and snow squalls.  I got caught in one last week. 

It came out of nowhere on my afternoon walk.  The clouds rolled in quickly and the wind picked up howling as the trees moaned in protest.  Time to seek shelter as visibility was low, white out conditions.  My friend, her dog and I took shelter in the park gazebo.  Hanging on the rail fearing we might be blown over by the force of the gusty wind. Tully, guarding us from exiting the gazebo waiting for a sign.  

After about twenty minutes of intense snowfall and ferocious wind the storm pushed eastward and blue sky slowly appeared.  A sigh of relief, as I continued on my journey homeward.  In silence,  I prayed for an early spring. I am hoping Phil's prediction will prove wrong.

unpredictable
winter lingers into March
waiting for spring signs

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Where or When (things past)

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Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

Can you stop a runaway train
traveling on the wrong track
clickety-clack in falling rain

Standing on a lonely platform
watching arrivals & departures
trying to weather the storm

Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

Can you start a new soul journey
if you’re stuck in some muck
should it even concern me

I could write heartfelt verses
would you feel my poetic words
unlocking the mysterious universe

Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

Can dreams change our direction
can we intersect at the crossing
leading us on a path of transition

The wheels of time can be cruel
singing the ballads of yesterday
thinking of you, feeling blue

Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

 

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For those looking for inspiration, here is our optional mini-prompt: write an ekphrastic poem based on Gertrude Abercrombie’s painting (see below) and/or use the title “Where or When (Things Past)”, as part of your poem.

In My Deepest January

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In my deepest January
nature is my sanctuary
beauty in the snow covered land
solitary goose makes her stand

winter's weight is hard to carry
in my deepest January
frozen reflections dancing trees
songbirds lingering singing free

feeling the wrath of bitter squalls
my mighty fortress with no walls
in my deepest January
thawing hearts in February

starry heavens and dreamy nights
praying for longer days of light
nature is my sanctuary
in my deepest January

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MisFortune Lingers

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 A lone dog wanders with a keen nose
picking up a trail, following where it leads
he can tell if one has good intentions, even
uses his sense of smell as a compass
be-cause dogs are masters of the art of sniffing

He is always aware of his surroundings
decoding and interpreting all those scents
seeking out caves by the sea cream-y waves
running with a bit of drift-wood on the beach

The black crow caws out a warning verse
see him perched on a limb of a dead tree
his song louder with renewed vigor
a storm is approaching clouds roll in
the albatross of misfortune lingers

The wind bellows the lost sailor by name
use what means you have for survival
what arose out at sea we will never know
but, the dog sniffs at the salt water air

As if knowing....

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Hints of a Song

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We gather to create magic
with our drums in hand
in a dimly lit room
candlelight flickers

Sage, sweet-grass and lavender
fill the air

Embracing this sacred place
searching for hints of a song
emerging from hearts of love

A rhythmic pulse of hope

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writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word "hint"
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Thank you for visiting
may you hear the songs of your heart
and may love reign...

Winter's Breath

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Winter's breath can be bitter cold
crossing an uncharted threshold
icy waters of reflections
cracking are human connections

dark clouds hover over the earth
red cardinal sings of rebirth
winds blow in uncertain directions
cracking are human connections

faraway snowy mountain tops
temperatures fall as the sun drops
starry sky leaves lasting impressions
cracking are human connections

can dreams thaw the January night
hope hinges on slivers of moonlight
melting hearts changing perceptions
cracking are human connections

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Thank you for visiting - stay warm