Half-Hearted Mood

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

Early morning, the half moon illuminates the sky.  Gazing out at the celestial scene, I sigh. In the quiet moment, time seems to stand still, unwavering as the tall pines. The night shifts as the sun rises slowly over the horizon.

I give a half-hearted smile to the tune of the Monday blues.  Waving good-bye to the stars and moon. My dreams are now fragments resting in the darkness.  I pour myself a cup of warm herbal tea.

Flock of geese
snowstorm moving north
bud-less trees

linking with dVerse
hosted by Frank - writing a Haibun
about the mezza luna

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Embracing Poetry and Music

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The day music and poetry
embraced, magic happened
inspiration in the dance
of words and notes

    rhythm, melodies and
    repetition plays with human
    emotions, touching the soul 

        sing me a sonnet, a ballad
        from you heart and I will
        hear a work of art

linking with dVerse
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "music"
hosted by Linda

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Leonard Cohen - Dance Me to the End of Love
a beautiful collaboration of music and poetry....

I think Broken Dreams and Spring

Today, I feel a gentle touch of renewed hope circulating in the air  The noon-day sun is shining and the birds are flying in a cloudless sky.  I hear a cardinal's song in the distance.  It has been too long since I have heard bird songs.  My heart flutters feather light.

Two bald eagles swoop in from the north circling overhead.  They seem to float on wings of grace.  I wonder, are they mates?  Gazing heavenward, they shift direction and soar over the tall pines.  

I think spring, this year's a different thing. I'll not think of you, broken dreams.  Instead, I will plant seeds of possibilities in the days and weeks ahead.  Rejoicing when the tulips and daffodils are in bloom.  Spring will sing a lifting song, thawing winter’s melancholic mood.

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 hosted by Merril
write a piece of Prosery using the
following line in the Prose.

“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”

from from Charlotte Mew, "I So Like Spring"

Peace, light and love to all!!

Winter Sky - Elusive Wonder

original source unknown

On a bitter-cold winter night
my heart lets out a heavy sigh
a rare green comet takes flight

the heavens have an endless glow
I wish you were here with me
as the arctic winds begin to blow

some stars are worth waiting for....

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hosted by De writing
a 44 word quadrille incorporating
the word "star"

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Author's note:  I have been trying to view
the green comet in some extreme frigid
temperatures.  It seems elusive...