Rare Blue Moon

I anxiously await the super blue moon a rare sight amongst the stars.  Will the sky be kind and lift these heavy clouds that seem to hover? Illuminating the heavens to see the bigger picture far beyond reality. Welcoming the creative side of my thought well, my words flow in free form.  

Under the blue moon one can dare to dream in the sacred places of the heart.  Become the voyager of the seen and unseen.  In stillness listen to the spirits of light and abandon darkness.  There is an inner story waiting to unfurl on the wings of night.

Once in a blue moon dreams really do come true! Do you believe?

Owl hooting
magic and wisdom are yours
fluttering

linking with dVerse
hosted by Frank writing a haibun about the
Super Blue Moon

Pic courtesy of Pixabay

Chasing a Dream

She headed out early on a hot and humid summer morning.  Yearning to experience the rush of the mighty Niagara Falls.  She had sent him a message to meet her at the Fallsview Casino.  Maddening thoughts racing through her mind as she navigated the busy highway.  Would he show up?  So many lost opportunities.

Suddenly, the clouds grew dark, the radio warning of a fast- approaching storm. Traffic holding its breath,sky a tense diaphragm. Her heart rapidly beating, she tried to control each inhale and exhale. Perhaps, this wasn't the best of plans.  The clouds exploded with pounding rain, flashes of lightning and roaring thunder.  Clenching the steering wheel, praying to the heavens for this one dream. To see him face to face, heart to heart, breath to breath.

Surely, this storm-chase would pass and bring sunshine and an arc of hope.

written for dVerse
hosted by Kim - Writing 144 word prosery
including the following line in the story.

Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm’

Barefoot in the Rain

Have you ever walked in the rain
feeling pain
Would you wish those gray clouds away
for today
Could you sing songs of summer fun
on the run

dreaming of you and the sun
drying salty tears from my eyes
loving you is hard to deny
feeling pain, for today, on the run

 

posted for dVerse
hosted by Laura

writing an ovillejo on the theme of rain 

That was an interesting form - not sure how I did

Summer Pops With Thoughts of You

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

On a summer day
under skies of blue
surrounded by mountains
in green hues
drifting on the river
of mystical dreams

immersing myself
in the serenity of nature
a dragonfly lands on my hand
a small creature
thoughts of you pop
into my head

written for dVerse
hosted by Mish -Writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word pop

Thank you for your visit

I had a zen moment this past weekend

Peace and light 

Blooming Onion

Blooming Onion - Pioneer Woman

 

Oh, sweet onion, why do you make me cry
peeling your silky layers, wiping my eyes
cutting pieces of you and I….

I look out my window the roses in bloom
 longing to smell  their heady perfume
but, here I am inhaling pungent fumes

You should be a blooming desert flower
I’ll transform you, soak you for an hour
batter and fry you, dip you in sauce sweet & sour

Your delicate petals will surely be devoured
on lips you will leave smiles, oh, sweet flower

 

posted for dVerse
hosted by Melissa - writing onion poetry

Twelve Thoughts

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twelve years of poetry has come to pass
writing words from the depths of our hearts
every thought counted, no matter the form
lyrical songs waltzed across the pages
verses pulsated with enchantment and despair
every poem a creative gift; a work of art

written for dVerse
Lisa is hosting and dVerse is celebrating 12 years of poetry writing a quadrille of 44 words incorporating the word "Twelve"

To the dVerse staff - Thank you!

Beyond the Veil

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

I dreamt of a stairway to heaven
but I couldn't find it through the haze
heard it was a place where all is forgiven
guardians above the sisters of seven

I met a wizard in an enchanted forest
tell me, do you ever hear the stars
how would I know, I'm an accidental tourist
if love heals, why do I still carry the scars

Beyond the veil, redemption is calling
and the stars are forever falling, falling, falling

Stumbling in the darkness, a beam of light
why is a rose filled with beauty and thorns
I heard a lyrical song whispering in the night
mysterious shadows, a pair of doves mourn

Tired of traveling all these dead-end roads
climbing a spiraling staircase into the clouds
a hundred fireflies dancing in a warm glow
and the wizard transformed in a mystical owl

Beyond the veil, redemption is calling
and the stars are forever falling, falling, falling

 

linking with dVerse
hosted by Lisa

The challenge today is to choose a musical artist, song, or genre of music and write a poem inspired by it or them. 

I chose a mix of Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin - as a dreamer this song speaks volumes and the band Seven Sisters.  I recently started listening to them a metal band with some interesting lyrics. 

Thanks for visiting - I took creative liberties and put my own spin on things...

Strawberry Moon

Strawberry - Pixabay

 

Today, it felt hot for a spring day.  A tequila sunrise that makes one long for a few extra cubes of ice to cool the heat of the morning sun. The weather report said there was a chance of rain showers later in the day.  I searched the fiery sky for a sign of refreshing water, a needed relief for a parched land. Sadly, no rain came only, a few passing clouds making their way to another destination.

Sitting on the deck, enjoying some ripe strawberries with whipped cream I watched the last slice of the setting sun. I reflected on how quickly the canvas shifts. An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky, as day turns to evening.  Tonight, I will dream of softening hearts under a serene orb of light.  

linking with dVerse
hosted my Merill
writing prosery no more than 144 words
incorporating the following prompt line

“An early moon is just a piece of change
in the softening sky. “

 Author's note:  I did get to see the Strawberry Moon over the weekend. It was magnificent.