Sipping Red

courtesy of Pixabay

 Spring cherry blossoms
lone bottle of red Merlot
glass of emptiness
 ~
 sipping springs bouquet
inviting you to taste life
pouring a red blend

written for dVerse
Seeing Red hosted by Sarah
writing Poetry with the theme red

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Solemn Gray

courtesy of wikipedia

Early morning sky is a solemn gray

spring is aching to come into full bloom
red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

children no longer go outside to play
when will a sense of normalcy resume
early morning sky is a solemn gray

blue jays sing hymns of enchanted tales
flowers will soon fill the air with perfume
red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

Oh sweet sunlight break this moody day
with nature let our hearts beat in tune

early morning sky is a solemn gray

walls these days are hard to scale
in your heart give love some room

red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

from lips of hope, people begin to pray

who can break us from our own tomb
early morning sky is a solemn gray
red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

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author's note:  Today, I woke up to

the songs of two robins on my 

porch rail.  Their songs are hymns

of hope in trying times.

love, hope and health....

Dreams Are Magical

courtesy of Wikimedia

Take me into the realm of night

where dreamers unfurl their wings

soaring in a planetary heaven

Blossoming are the seeds of ideas

and aspirations

Take me into the realm of magic

tapping into one's full potential

manifesting the heart's desires

written for dVerse

writing a 44 word Quadrille

incorporating the word Magic

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One Hundred

Courtesy of the Sunday Muse

In the sojourn of life we accumulate miles

with uneasy feet,  taking in the beauty of spring

weeping willow is budding, her boughs bending

carrying the weight of a million unshed tears

In the sojourn of life, we are constantly rushing

there seems to be an internal need for speed

accelerating towards some unknown destiny

we need to slow down, appreciate each day

In the sojourn of life, we travel many roads

the scenery changes as does our perception

sometimes, I wish I had wings and could fly

soaring the heavens there is room to breathe

In the sojourn of life, there is limited time

everyone hoping to reach a new milestone

we live in a world filled with challenges

embrace each day, take in the moments

In the sojourn of life, 100 seems surreal

can we understand it's universal power

does it signify a time of new beginnings

could it be a call to a spiritual awakening

written for The Sunday Muse

They are celebrating their 100th post

Congratulations and thank you for

all you do...

Peace, poetry and health.... 

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Where does it Start or End - A Dream

Courtesy of Pixabay

 “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

 In the journey of life, I sometimes find myself caught between two

worlds.  In my dreams, we dance cheek to cheek whispering words

of affection.  Each syllable rolls off my tongue to kiss his lips

with magical verse. It stuns me to feel so connected to another soul.

Lounging in the silent hours of night in poetic unity with the universe.

Thunderbolts jump start my heart.  I am racing towards the morning

light.  My nocturnal rendezvous with love is approaching its end.

The alarm rings,  just as the upper limb of the sun appears on the horizon. 

I open my eyes,  amazement greets me.  I recall the promises of night and

embrace the beauty of the day.

 Where does  love  start or end? Do you know?

written for dVerse

hosted by Merrill 

writing prosery using the following line somewhere in your creativity.

“I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

not to exceed 144 words.

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Remember Peace....