Bluebird's Journey

Bluebird’s Journey- J.Hurlbert

 She is known as the bluebird of happiness
her heart sings of romantic interludes
seeking a higher level of consciousness
she is known as the bluebird of happiness
soaring on feathered wings of gentleness

tethered her passionate soul is subdued

she is known as the bluebird of happiness
her heart sings of romantic interludes

written for dVerse

to the artwork of J Hurlbert 

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Don't Fret Regrets...

Follow the pathway to new possibilities

take a chance open the door before you

don't  fret about what's on the other side

be bold, pull the handle, step forward

rattle the hinges of your imagination

the hell with regrets, make the journey

count today

written for 

dVerse quadrille 82 

creating poetry consisting of 44

words incorporating the word Fret

The Whirling Rainbow

It seems like an ordinary Wednesday

sitting outside with the need to breathe

my heart heavy with ghosts of yesterday

The sky intensively blue with wispy clouds

I  slowly  drift away for a moment or two

a pair of fiery cardinals are singing loud

Opening my eyes, I search the pair out

what's all the fuss, on this warm spring day

 messengers from above,  I have no doubts

They  flutter with grace across a silent sky

captivating with their passionate spirits

I gaze heavenward with deep surprise

Oh, dear cardinals have you opened a door

between heaven and earth,  I clearly see

a sign that was not here just moments before

A full circle rainbow surrounds the afternoon sun

vibrant in hues, I strive  to take in the full view

I wonder how many see or am I the only one

Never have I seen anything so spectacular

awestruck, I stare at the spectrum of light

creator speaks, no need for an interpreter

The Whirling Rainbow - change is upon us

accessing the crystalline grid of consciousness

to expand your mind, your heart you must adjust

author's note:  I saw this mystifying sight

this week and it is my wish to 

bring honor to the gift of light
Have you ever seen the whirling rainbow?

peace, light and love to all!


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Farmer's Market

On Saturday mornings,  I sometimes make my way to the local farmer's market.  It has grown

through the years.  They block off a section of the city streets and you will find the vendors

loaded with goods.  Juicy-ripe strawberries that melt in your mouth.  Freshly baked crusty

bread with a soft interior.  There's a lady that makes her own cheese-spreads, Asiago Artichoke

with Spinach, my favorite. I quickly purchase one as it will be gone within the hour.  I stroll

down the street there seems to be a big crowd around a table.  A local winery is offering wine

tasting in hopes of selling a few bottles.  Which will it be today red or white?  I sample a couple

and decide on a  fruity red that appeals to my palate.  There are beautiful plants and flowering

pots that add color to the morning display.  A local musician is sharing his art with the

receptive crowd.  Marketing his craft to all who will listen.   The market offered me more

than food, I now have a basket of textures, sounds and smells.  I head home with my goodies

carrying ingredients to create a poem as nouns, verbs and syllables dance in my head.

Today, is a good day as the market was filled with inspiration.

spring hatches songbird
A blue, robust flower sings
on an old guitar

author's note:  Sharing Market My Letters - By Burton Cummings - I love this song - enjoy

written for dVerse
The prompt is to write about markets
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Worlds Apart

pixabay

 We came from different worlds

searching for a place to belong

in this vast universe of ours

forever, connected by a higher

source of energy...

You 're a star searching for a spot

amidst the constellations

I am a dreamer navigating

the night sky searching for

a heavenly star....

Why, oh why can't we find a place

in between our worlds where we

can burn bright, dancing together

in prismatic light....

vault of heaven offers tranquility

two hearts beating to infinity

poetic sounds and lyrical songs

igniting fiery desires of the soul

in the velvet softness of dreams

Sentinel moon stood silent, watching

from phase to phase wondering

would we ever let our dragons

free, to soar in linear space

finding the point of connection

Why, oh why can't we find a place

in between our worlds where we

can burn bright, dancing together

in prismatic light....

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