A Mystery Unsolved

How often we ponder skies of blue
searching for signs and secret clues

Time and space we wish to explore
looking beyond the front door

Has the universe defined our destiny
do we feel our eternal melody

Ticked away each precious day, dreaming 
into the night chasing moonbeams

A lifetime of poetic mystery unsolved
the earth 's path continues to revolve

Heaven a vastness stretching far and wide
why do flowers grow by a busy roadside

Round and around, we go with each season
nature evolves it needs no reason

The concept of universal interventions
gives us hope for heartfelt intentions

Stars light the way through the darkness
leading towards mystical brightness 

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And so for today’s MTB prompt we are taking a lyrical line and defining it word by word in an acrostic:

I have chosen this line How time has ticked a heaven round the stars. A poem line from Dylan Thomas
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Let Them and Let Me

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let them be baby birds
robins eating earth worms

Let them be the wildflowers
drinking in a spring shower

Let them be the majestic trees
offering a delightful breeze

Let them be the dreamers
the truth and hope believers

Let me hear wondrous birdsong
joining in on their sing-a-long

Let me enjoy the beauty of the day
whether skies are blue or gray

Let me walk freely in the forest
resting under the canopy nourished

Let me be a visionary of tomorrow
searching for healing from life's sorrow

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Concert of Birds

Courtesy of Pixabay

On a spring day enjoying a concert of birds
 listening to the soft coo-coo of Mourning Doves
the tap tap tap tap of a Downy Woodpecker
a duet between Song and House Sparrows
flashing in sunlight an American goldfinch
nesting in the cattails Red-winged blackbirds
listening to the raspy notes of European Starlings
singing its repertoire of songs a Northern Mockingbird
rejoicing in the melody of a warm spring day 

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writing poetry from a list 

author's note:  I use the Cornell University Merlin App to identify bird sounds.  The birds included in my list poem are the birds I recorded yesterday.

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Homesick for my Soul

courtesy of Pixabay Steven Batty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deep in my soul is a longing
seeking a place of inner peace
truest sense of spiritual belonging
gathering of self; scattered pieces

Singing dirges of loss ...

Calling my weary soul back home
parts misplaced in the journey of life
how many miles have I roamed
answers found in my nightly flights

Singing  a hymn of hope...

Heart ache of love needs tending
self-reflection in a blue teardrop
messages my dreams are sending
enlightenment on a mountain top

deep in my soul is a longing
gathering of self; scattered pieces

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 What's Going On? Solastagia - hosted by Sherry

Blooms, Dreams and Flowery Moonbeams

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Blooms and dreams
and flowery moonbeams

    visual poetry unfolding
    essence of spring exploding

        in the gracious living garden; rebirth
        touching hearts; heaven and earth

            colored textures and words
            hear the songs of blue-birds

                on mystic wings of a starlit night
                fertile imagination takes flight

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Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “bloom” or a form of the word within the body of the poem.

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Wanderings in the Dark

Courtesy of Pixabay - TemperateSage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Luring me into the wonder of the
unknown the smell of the woods
hidden within bare branches are
white owls whose wings are lovely
fluttering in the mysterious dark
urging myself to move along and
quickly before I wander too deep

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form 
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here is the prompt:  Write a Golden Shovel poem.
*Choose a line from a poem that resonates with you.
*Build your poem so each line ends with a word from that line.
*Keep the words in order, forming the original line down the right margin

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost 

final verse 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.