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| courtesy of Pixabay - leeandron |
Tell me where is the hum of life
is it found hiding in humbleness
is it found in the thumbprints of humans
is it found in the songs of humpbacks
is it found in the heart thumping
tell me where is the humming
writing a dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille
hosted by De - writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word "hum"
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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
My home
is internal
tranquility of mind
a personal sanctuary
watchful
watchful
northern wind blows
riot of windswept leaves
scattering around my being
changing
changing
southerly winds
singing into the light
contemplating a sea of blue
calmness
calmness
eastern sunrise
wonders of a new day
shades of pale gold and tinted pink
hope shines
hope shines
western sunset
closing the door of day
stars navigating the heavens
sweet dreams
dVerse Poets Pub - MTB Five Leavings from Home
Hosted by Laura
And that is where our MTB poetry prompt begins today, leaving home, the central compass point of departure, thus:
Long ago and far away, before roads, cars busy towns and cities were built. There was a place unspoiled where trees grew tall and buffalo roamed. Halona was happy living amongst her people. Her names means "of good fortune" as she had a dream that the star people were watching from the heavens and would lead the people in their greatest needs.
She climbed the hills and came to the mouth of a great mountain. There before her a portal of shining light. She entered softly, unheard. On the cavern walls story paintings of fire and warring nations. She saw little speckles of light dappling against the smooth saucer shaped hallows of rocks.
The starpainters are taking over now, leaving a trail of light in times of darkness for generations to come. Halona paints in hues of blue and green for mother earth's survival.
linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery
hosted by Mish writing Prosery a Tribute to Gordon Downie
author's note; A bit of fictional storytelling for tonight. I hope you enjoyed it. I had to revise multiple times to keep it at 144 words. The story took on a life of its own and I had two full pages and could have kept writing.
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| rock pools |
sitting on wet stones
water feels cold on my toes
where are my sneakers
looking all around
through new rimless spectacles
life becomes quite clear
Senryu Sunday hosted by Rall
author's note: These two rock pools remind me of glasses - don't ask me why?
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| “Between the Falling in Love Parts,” by Phyllis Bramson |
I heard you shouldn't fall in love with your muse
even when it brings a new ache, a new desire
for creativity is the lightning rod, the fuse
it’s the poem, the songs that lifts me higher
Holding him close in heart but, far from arms
don’t cling to the vision, hold on to the feeling
mesmerizing sweet words, melody and charms
an other-worldly connection to another being
Between you and I and the falling in love parts
the language of creativity is a work of art
Where do I begin and where do you end
in this whimsical world where we blend
In another realm you will always be my man
in a dream is where it all began
You’re everything magical, I imagined you to be
waking from dreams, writing poetry at three
my untouched love, you will forever remain
listening to the rain, you my sweetest refrain
I heard you shouldn't fall in love with your muse
even when it brings a new ache, a new desire
for creativity is the lightning rod the fuse
it’s the poem, the songs that lifts me higher
Between you and I and the falling in love parts
the language of creativity is a work of art
Where do I begin and where do you end
in this whimsical world where we blend
In another realm you will always be my man
in a dream is where it all began
written for dVerse Poets Pub - Open Link Night
hosted by Lisa
Thank you for visiting
If you are out there this one is for you!
I may re-work this at some point in time...