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

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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

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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...

Perched on the edge of a Song

Courtesy the Sunday Muse

 

 All that we see or seem is but a dream
within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perched on the edge of creativity
would I be the songs of the crows
pounding the ebony and ivory keys
for what never was, for all the heartache
and scars of lost dreams

would you listen to my grieving sonata
a journey of constantly moving emotions

it's hard to soar when your wings are torn
flying too close to the thistles and rose thorns

music of life, love and loss pass before my
bloodshot,  teary eyes

Peck
  PECK
    PECKING apart pieces of my soul.....

Or...

would I be the songs of the mourning doves
softly breaking this spell of darkness
on wings of compassion

 coo
  coo
    cooing

a renewed song of love and life....resting
on the bench of contentment

Perhaps..

I'd be the song of a  free-bird soaring in the air of spontaneous energy...
full on,  rhapsody of contrasting mood and tone, UN-tethered
a composition filled with lyrical passion

 

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open link forum hosted by Brendan

Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read the wanderings of my mind.

Frozen Piece of Time

into winter’s wonderland we are drawn
there is beauty in the new dawn

poetry scattered in morning frost
internal/external rhymes are lost

barren trees blanketed with ice
a crow searches for field mice

snowy owl swoops across the land
mystical sky low-laying clouds expand

written for dVerse
writing a 44 word quadrille - incorporating ice

author's note:  I was driving through the mountains
and near the peak the trees were covered with ice

River of Unknowns

 

courtesy of Pixabay

Once upon a shamanic dream,
I saw and traveled a sky river
it took me to a sanctuary of splendor
luscious greenery with hints of pines
cherry trees and roses in full bloom
birdsong filled the air,  bees and butterflies
waltzed in the magic of wildflowers...

I thought how had I arrived in this paradise
and in my heart the sky river meant beauty

Now, when I hear the words sky river, I think
atmospheric cloudburst with torrential rains
opening its mouth, flooding the most vulnerable
regions, battering the landscape with mudslides
streets filling with water, people evacuating
their homes with precious few belongings
in search of a sanctuary...

 I wonder if the sky river of my dreams
still exists or has the portal of time shifted
with prevailing winds.. . vanishing
in the eye of the storms

how do we sail or paddle these rivers
of increasing intensity...how do we find
our lost way home to paradise in a world
of layered unknowns..

do we build a community arc
to ride into the future...
pray for a miracle to see us through

written for earthweal
hosted by Brendan
write a poem inspired by the work of Jorie Graham

author's note:  This is based in part on
one of my dreams. I have been watching
the news regarding the atmospheric storms
that have been hammering the west coast...

Patchwork Blues

Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue”

 

 Life is a patchwork of poetry
filled with verses and symmetry
sewn with a feather light stitch
hues of blue moonlight: rich

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

Fabrics of the lives we live
along the way we learn to give
loves a quilt of vibrant color
don't let it be torn asunder

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

How to mend a misshapen heart
don't want the seams to fall apart
precious blocks of  boundless time
creating our own special design

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

Scraps of our lives quilted together
warming us no matter the weather
I know I should let these feelings go
but, our story still needs time to grow

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

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