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Water Play

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waves are winking, teasing

making my heart sing silly

each one feeding the void

I am soaked, featherweight

vulnerable, alive

this infinite lake

will swallow you whole

if you let it

I let it nibble

 

 

 

 

 

A pier in Lake Michigan. Key word “in” as the Great Lakes hit record high water levels. 

Join us for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub.I am your host. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

 

Midsummer

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I remember swaying to the cricket beat

As midnight moon spilled her light

Grass-tickled, pickled with dreams

Free falling into the raven-black night

 

Dreams fizzle and fade like stone-grey tides

I am still star-stunned, staring at the skies

And as I embrace this velvety void

My heart will still dance with the fireflies

 

 

“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep”

– As I walked out one Midsummer morning –

Laurie Lee

 

A late response to Laura Bloomsbury’s Poetic prompt,

” Literary Alchemy with Laurie Lee”.

I am pleased to be your host for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.

Share one poem and indulge in the wonderful work of other poets.

 

 

 

Terra Firma

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I have peddled my pain

to the wind

sifted and sorted my sins

burrowed down deep while

the storm passed

 

I am earth-toned and wild

nature’s own child

sun-smitten

star-bright and steadfast

 

made of blessings and blunders

I refuse to go under

this life was born of my rubble

I am not trouble

 

I am evergreen whispers

dewdrops at dawn

weaves of ivy out of control

sassy saplings, trees of old

I am whole

 

Originally written for “Women Speak”, a project by Nancy Smith.  I was inspired by her beautiful painting, “From the Depths of Earth”. To see more of her work, visit 

nancysmithfineart.com

Join us for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub! I am your host.  

 

 

Return

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Follow me, child

Phoneless and free

Where earth sings

Songs of your roots

Ancient and pure

Pluck stars from indigo skies

Put them back into your eyes

Decorate your pale skin

In leaf shadows and sunlight

Relish in the riches

And blessings of nature

 

 

 

It’s Quadrille Monday and Kim is our host. She has offered us the word “rich” to incorporate into a 44 word poem, not including the title. Join in the fun!

dVerse Poets Pub

Wings of Whim

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Crow flies, dark-voweled tongue

Heaven-circling for day’s prey

I lay here miffed and muffle-toed

At the caw of the wild

His bell-voice, nothing left to imagine

But another scythe-eyed squawk

 

I’d rather be lark-high in the maples

Moon-blown and star-struck

Slightly enlightened

By the ogle of the owl-light

 

 

 

For Open Link Night hosted by Frank and a late response to Poetics: love the words by Laura Bloomsbury. She asked us to use at least four of Dylan Thomas’s hyphenated compound words and any amount of his other literary techniques. Image credit: pixabay.com

 

 

The Freeze

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In winter’s doom, the rain awaits

For torchlight moon, to rise, elate

A myst of diamond pellets prance

Begins in waves, accumulates

 

In dreams of green and blossom blast

Awakened by the snow of last

We shiver, quake in arctic breath

And slip and slide to portals past

 

 

In response to “Poetics: Games Night” where Sarah has asked us “to choose 3 names from the list of computer game names below, and somehow or other wrangle them into a poem.”  I have incorporated five of them into this Rubaiyat, which I will also link to our most recent challenge in Poetry Forms.

 

Notes: The rhyme scheme is AABA. I did not choose to use the unrhymed B line sound from the first quatrain as the main rhyming sound in the next quatrain, therefore it is not interlinking. This is an option for the form.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflections of Mary – A Sonnet

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This wild and precious life, you spent lonely

Foraging mushrooms, blackberries…and words

Still you have me pondering not only

On the calm of nature and nature stirred

But on the very essence of each breath

As trees speak my truth in leafy tongues, slurred

The sun meets my skin with every step

And the blue rain beats with my heart, broken

I’ve treasured your thoughts about life and death

Listened to canyons speak the unspoken

I have studied art on the earth’s floor

Weightless as the willows, with mind open

One with the animal spirits, I soar

Your words waxing with the moon evermore

 

 

(For Open Link Night and a late response to Jilly’s Enjambment in Sonnets, part of the Poetry Form challenge at dverse Poets Pub.)

Notes: I chose the Terza Rima form for this piece, consisting of a ABA BCB CDC DED EE rhyme scheme, adding a splash of enjambment. Since the thoughts of each tercet often flow into the next, I decided on leaving no line breaks between them. However, it could be edited into defined tercets, ending with the couplet to present it in traditional terza rima form. I would have to admit that the volta is not emphasized. I simply wanted to pay tribute to the late Mary Oliver, her love and insight of nature and how it has resonated with my own perspectives of life.

 

 

Ruba’i

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Morning breaks my slumber in splatters of freezing rain

Delicate coatings of glass mimic my window pane

If only the world would pause, feel this moment contained

But our thoughts run wild like the tainted river unchained

 

 

For Poetry Forms at dVerse, featuring The Rubaiyet. Fellow pubtender, Frank Hubeny brings us the history and characteristics of the form.

Notes: My first dabbling into this particular form so I’ve begun with one quatrain, known as a “ruba’i . I chose the option of the AAAA rhyme scheme and the original meter of 13 syllables per line. The pattern of accented syllables varies between lines.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Shallows

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I gather dreams here

where withered leaves lay steepless

seesawing on the surface

of the pond

blue heron freezes for the hunt

I watch his stilt legs bend slightly

swift snap, a sun-blessed breakfast

fish wriggles before the great swallow

my dreams are cast

 

 

It’s Quadrille time at dVerse Poets Pub. I am pleased to be your host as we “steep” 44 words into a poem. Join us at 3 p.m. EST

 

De Novo

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The view is woodsy from my favourite part of the couch. Streetlights are still on as dawn sheepishly reveals itself outside my window. I resent January with it’s epic entrance, bursting with expectations. It falls short in the shadow of Christmas and I see only grey. The dulling pavement of my street is a reflection of the skies above. Neutral and speechless. Blank and waiting. One grey squirrel clambers up and down the giant maple. I tap on the window. He looks at me curiously, then continues on his quest for hidden peanuts. Someone has been feeding him. I admire his fluffy tail and his simple life. My solitude is broken by that car with the noisy muffler and I wonder why Santa or someone similar did not replace it. I take another sip of tea, breathing in the new year.

 

sun in cloud coma

ashen earth begs for first snow

squirrel pays no mind

Under the Same Moon

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I stand starstruck

Inhaling the unknown

Surrendering all that is logical

To Luna’s light

You pinpoint planets

That I’ll never know

That I’ll never remember

And never want to

The Petrichor

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Turquoise skies blend into ebony

Over mesa horizons

Clouds give a glorious wink

Before caressing canyons

Raindrops tease in random spurts

Glossing earth’s parched lips

Dust rises in protest

Then succumbs to the deluge

Dampening desert dreams

I inhale the petrichor

And the moment

 

Its Quadrille time! Write a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. De is our host and her chosen word to include is “wink”. Join in the fun at dVerse Poets Pub.

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Flippant in Fall

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In the heart of autumn

I watch the thunderheads

Shading skies in charcoal

As retro rain of spring

Spits in rebellious spurts

Does it hurt to be compliant

And follow season’s rule-book?

Or is Mother Nature bored

Tired of the yuck of it all

 

 

For De’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub. You can “Q” it too!

Just write a poem of 44 words, sans title, including the word “yuck”.

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Only Promises

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Sunflower stuns in season’s end

Transparent as secrets of summer

Undeniable beauty bows to earth

Vowing warily to return again

Woodpecker chuckles between mouthfuls

Xiphoid petals wilt and wonder

 

 

Lillian is hosting “Meeting the Bar” at dVerse.

She has asked us to write an “alphabet sestet” using a six letter sequence.

Feel free to join in!

 

Maritime

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In awe I stand

Feet steadied upon

Emerald cliffs

Inhaling breath of sky

Heart-quickened, earth-smitten

Tickle of sea mist on my tongue

I surrender thoughts to the waves

Trundle with ocean’s tide

Erasing all but this moment

Time still…. (passes)

Each second a blessing

 

 

Written for De’s Quadrille prompt , “Quick! Write Something!”   

dVerse Poets Pub

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Southport

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It is our first morning in Newfoundland. We settled in late, the night before to an eclectic vacation rental in the small community of Southport. Population 40. We want to experience the true local life of the most eastern province of Canada. I open the door to see our surroundings in daylight, barely breathing the salty air on the bay, when I hear the sound of a four wheeler, kicking up gravel in it’s path. A middle-aged man stops in front our door. “Hello! How are you doing? Staying at Peggy and Viv’s are ya?” He shares stories of the land, the people and the fishing industry. He says he will never leave “the rock”, this magnificent island we’ve come to explore. He’s ventured out to bigger dreams and cities, but this is home. It’s different here. He’s already convinced me it’s better here. He offers a word of advice to us. “Don’t worry about crossing boundaries or walking across the neighbour’s properties. The worst thing that can happen is they’ll invite you in for tea.”

My eyes wander a bit to take in my surroundings. Colourful little buildings called “stages”. Rocky shorelines and fog in the distance. He tells us of a 90 year old woman visiting the area. She asked him to take her out on the ocean to see the sights and he willingly obliged. Then his voice becomes shaky with emotion. “She said to me, ‘Now I have seen heaven.'” He puts his hand on his heart. “I will never forget her face and those words”, he says. I get the same lump in my throat, feeling the sincerity in his eyes. The conversation brings me back to a place of genuine simplicity. This is why I am here.

 

fresh breeze of August

eagle basks in morning sun

feathers set aglow

 

 

 

 

It’s Haibun Monday, everyone! The theme is “morning”. Hope you can join us at dVerse Poets Pub

I am your host and the prompt is open all week.

 

To Listen

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I hear the rustle of reeds

Where meadow meets pond

Wails and yodels of the loon

The flit-flutter of dragonfly wings

I have powwows with the stars while

Luna spills stories into my cupped hands

The stoic oak articulates to me, his fears

And I stroke his tired skin

I heed to the beat of my own heart

And the steady rhythm of silence

But when words sail from your tongue

To faraway places

I am still learning

To listen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For this week’s Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub. I am your host and I am asking you to write a poem about something you are still learning. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.  Join us!

Wonderment – A Haibun

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I arrive at the wetlands, bundled up for winter rather than spring. The trail beneath my feet is the same. The scene to either side is always different. One more cat tail swaying in the breeze or the entertaining sound of geese overhead making their semi-awkward landing on the pond. Where did they come from? How long were they gone? Who, pray tell is the leader and why? I don’t want to know the answers. I would rather be intrigued than informed.

My walks become my thoughts. That is the usual experience but today is different. I am walking for ten toddlers. Ten spongy toddlers absorbing new sights, sounds, textures and words.  My mission is to collect six different pieces of nature. These will be used to fill six plastic bottles, at which point they become “sensory bottles”, an activity of visual exploration and appreciation for the earth. As my steps become automatic, my eyes scour the ground for interesting specimens.

Sticks in a mixture of earthen colours, evergreen sprigs with intricate needles,  maple tree buds bursting, beach sand with driftwood and shells, a dried milkweed plant left open and exposed from winter’s freeze and finally, ten tiny pine-cones for counting. I imagine seeing these gifts for the first time through a two year old’s eyes. I head back along the trail’s paved loop. My pockets are full. My heart is fuller.

 

curious gosling

downy sun-kissed and wind-blessed

wide eyed and waiting

 

 

 

It’s Haibun Monday but this prompt is open all week! Bjorn is our host at dVerse Poets Pub and he has asked us to write a haibun about walking. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

 

 

Unanswered

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Where did your light come from?

Did you ever moon gaze under muted skies?

Did nature stir your soul?

I picked a flower for you today and wondered

Watching white floaties sailing into

Dandelion dreams and it seems

We never touched on this

 

 

 

For Open Link Night.  Grace is our host.  It is a pleasure to welcome Sarah Connor to the dVerse team. She was our lovely host for this week’s Poetics , introducing us to the artwork of Fay Collins for inspiration.

Image credit: Fay Collins

 

 

Ashen

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I embrace the grey. Where pavement glistens in the rain. Where clouds paint every inch of sky in shades of loneliness. I am touched by the greys of nature, stones peppered in hues of silver, the undersides of lifeless leaves, glistening beach sand and broken twigs.  My eyes wander off clear cut paths to spot the fluff of squirrels’ tails or the fringe of a bird’s feather now fallen. An ancient tree speaks to me in somber tones, begging to share his story. Does he remember the forest floors of ancient times? Or is it all a foggy blur? I caress the rough, dappled bark of a walnut tree. It’s ok. I’d love you anyway. Grey takes me to a place where black and white, wrong and right can mix and mingle into maybes.

 

 

dull sky, sparrow spies

the grizzle drizzle of grey

open wings take flight

 

It’s Haibun Monday, open all week at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn has asked us to consider grey as a subject for our haibun, ” to bring grey into a personal (non-fictional) piece of prose. Add to that a haiku (with season and nature)”. Feel free to join in with us.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Tour Guide

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In response to The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Tour Guide

Welcome to a small town in southwestern Ontario, Canada. These are only two of our distinct and unique seasons.

 

 

Strong winds + bitter temperatures + river =  masterpiece.

 

Sunset over lake + para-sail + sense of adventure = summer solitude.

 

 

 

 

 

The Field

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We grew up here. The soft breezes of summer carry me from our white brick house to this place of solitude. My feet greet the weathered path, making the hollow, tapping sound I so remember.  Again I wonder how this hard packed earth can feel like clouds under my feet….but it does.  I love the tickle of tall grasses against my bare legs and how the skies match my eyes today. I still marvel at the delicate design of Queen Anne’s Lace as it stands stoic beside red clover. A grasshopper leaps ahead of me, dodging my every step. He has nothing to fear but I cannot resist the urge to pull apart a milkweed. The same silky threads still comfort me. I roll them between my palms and set them free. They dazzle like white satin in sunlight before the greenery embraces them.

My journey curves around a cluster of wild bergamot. I pause to inhale the scent of sweet citrus. Just ahead to the left of the trail I see the large crevice or “crater” as we called it. A place to pretend, when we used to do that. Golden rod bouquets border the path in brilliant yellow. I run my fingers along them as I pass. They seem to be early. Finally I reach the neighbour’s orchard where I once believed swiping a few apples was a major crime. “Run!!”, I remember saying to my brother. He just laughed at me….the way he always did.

 

 

nurtured by nature

summer silenced by the fall

some seeds will die young

 

 

 

Written for Haibun Monday

~ dVerse Poets Pub ~

The theme is “Hometown” and I am your host.

Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. Hope to see you there!

 

 

 

 

 

Unwritten

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An Italian leather notebook sits empty at my bedside. A gift from a dear friend with an encouraging,  handwritten message. The sun sneaks through wooden blinds just enough to illuminate dust particles dancing over it. I run my fingers across the engraved designs on the cover that seem to speak of great things to come. I look inside, as if expecting to find something that wasn’t there before. Between each fine line there is silence, words yet to be unraveled in garlands and strokes unique to me. A lovely pen waits for the warmth of my hands, but has lost all hope.

I type to the rhythm of my random thoughts wondering why this has become my only mode of composition. Somehow I have forgotten the crossing of t’s and dotting of i’s. I have left behind the curves and arches, loops and flairs. I have left behind a piece of myself.

 

frozen river breaks

mallard writes in cursive form

freed by early thaw

 

 

 

Written for Kim’s Haibun Monday. The theme of the prose is “communication through pen or pencil and paper, followed by a traditional Haiku that includes reference to a season.” You can join in too at dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt opens at 3 p.m. EST and is open all week.

 

The Fall

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Illuminate me

Chloro- fill my veins

Colour me in carotene

Kisses and sugar sap

Decorate my heart

With strands of starlight

Let me sail

Over moonlight memories

Pinstripe my path

In strokes of midnight

Before I surrender to the fall

Sun-shine my soul

 

 

Today I am hosting Poetics for dVerse Poets Pub and I am excited to share the photography of Sharon Knight at sunearthsky.com for our poetic muse! You are welcome to join in at 3 p.m EST. 

 

 

Metamorphic

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I’ve found a new canvass

To draw on… and from

Sharing journeys

From bo(u)lder times

To monotonous erosion

To sun-kissed, self-loving

Soul-saving bliss

Rocking my freedom

Of direction

Perfection still wavering

Between the lines

And my mind

Colours conjoined

Words coined

Tedious, serious joy

 

painted rocks – Michelle Beauchamp

 

 

We are rocking the quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub! I am your host and I hope you can join us. Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “rock”. The prompt begins today at 3 p.m. EST and is open all week.

 

 

Gookookoo

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The well worn paths of the forest floor feel like home to me. They are only a starting point to something more. Perhaps something no one has ever seen or touched. My feet often wander off trail to investigate a mossy log or to find that magical spot where land meets water.  I pick up rocks for future painting, caress the bark of an old oak tree and savor the scent of dampened leaves before the first snowfall. I look for the smallest of creatures, putting nature under a microscope.  I know he’s out there…..somewhere but I have not yet encountered the silent flier. Natives of the Chippewa tribe call him “Gookookoo”.  I have displayed calendar pictures of him on preschool walls, spoke of him in simple terms, but his magnificent eyes have never met mine. He lurks where I do not search. His screech has yet to reach me. Legend says that is a good thing.

 

muted feathers soar

over unsuspecting souls

deer mouse holds his breath

~

 

 

For Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub.

Victoria is our host.  WHO can join in? You can.

The prompt begins at 3 p.m. and is open all week!

 

Image credit: pixabay.com

 

 

 

 

Seasonal Fantasy

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Giggling green spring

Breathing bubble-bliss balloons

Grinning, shimmering, mmmmelt…..ing

Cue music!

Pepper-spiced clouds dance

Freely twisting, curling

Leaves flicker, fears drizzle

Lulling dawn

Hope-filled jars spill open

Sparking rosebud dreams

Journey’s scars echo in ghosts

Creaking shadows skip

To storm’s song

Whispering bliss

Stilled

 

 

A quadrille for dVerse. Grace is hosting and she has given us the word, “creak” to play with. This is week 43  for the Quadrille prompt. I challenged myself to use ALL the words. 

 

 

Seasoned

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I follow you

Flashlight in hand

Still dimmer than our hearts

Lake of infinity

Lapping to the rhythm of

Silence

Sandy-toed, sips of merlot

You whisper of satellites

Geosynchronous orbits

And how much you love me

Spicing my world

Peppering my skies

With stars

 

 

Join us as I host one of our favourite prompts, the Quadrille at dVerse Poets Pub. 44 words including the word “spice” or any form of it. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.  C’mon….get a little spicy!

 

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Blessed

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I find my religion

in song and stars

not far from the dazzle

of dew drops at dawn

in chiseled red rock

set aglow by the sun

in the voice of the trees

that silence me

strokes of pastel

over indigo skies

moonlight shadows

that dance in my eyes

the strength of the spider web

in gale’s great force

and of course

it all feels magical

 

Paul is tending bar at dVerse Poets Pub today and he has us brewing up a little magic into our poems.

Want to read some enchanting poetry?  Feel free to join in. Just wave your magic wand over this: 

*** MAGIC***

Fusion

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I am of you and you of me

Mingled blues upon the sea

Gentle sway of burnished brine

We fall and rise in tide, in time

 

We fall and rise in tide, in time

Gentle sway of burnished brine

Mingled blues upon the sea

I am of you and you of me

Fawns and Simpler Things

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I am your Spring

Spindly, unspoken

Mending your dreams

Faded and broken

 

Sweet woodland grasses

Kissed by the sun

Nurture my soul

Teach me to run

 

Delve in my eyes

Of nature’s unknown

I hold your heart

I am your home

 

We are writing “From Nature’s Point of View”.

at dVerse Poets Pub.

 3 p.m. EST.

 

 

 

 

Three Sails

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Rainbowed, razzle dazzled

Poised upon lavender skies

Steady handed horizon

Sea swirls capped in stark white

Murmurs of mustard froth

Blends of blue

Southwestern hues

Neon dreams adrift

 

Image credit: pixabay.com

Written for Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is our host and he has asked us to take a closer look at impressionism to incorporate it into our poetry. We are painting with words. You can too.

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Collaboration for Peace – 51

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Sol

Shadows still play

On the path to peace

Veins of the vicious

Testing our strength

To reach for the light

 

Dodge the darkness

Stretch your arms

To the sun

Embrace the heart

Of humanity

 

Stay tuned next Sunday for our final post for Collaboration for Peace. This has been an amazing experience. We hope to pass on the torch of peace to you, that you will join in the power of creativity and kindness to inspire others.

 

 

 

 

 

Collaboration for Peace – 50

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Photo: Mish

 

Dreams of Peace

 

we hang our dreams from
broken branches of hope
where they flutter listlessly
until the breath of peace
whispers aside the clouds
and we dream once more

 

© Candace Kubinec

 

Check out more of Candy’s poetry at rhymeswithbug.com

Collaboration for Peace – 49

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Betterment

 

Let the past remind us

Not rewind us

Peace will bloom in

Soils of change

Winds of wisdom

Hearts enlightened

Let us not forget

That we are the rain

 

 

 

Mélange

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It’s a short drive to the park. Winter has made a whimsical return as if to poke fun at Spring. Snow powdered trees appear to float in rainwater lagoons. I throw my daydreams into placid pools and wish for sunlight. In the foreground, flakes fall melting instantly on a glass stage. In the distance, they unite to soften the woods with a whitewash.  This portrait is life, mirrored and stilled by the indecisiveness of Mother Nature.  I join in reflections of branches blurred and blended, losing myself in the scene.

 

Seasonal squabble

Geese ponder their homeward flight

Nature simply paints

 

Björn leads our Haibun Monday this week.  He explains two techniques, “ekphrasis” and “haiga” as we combine art and poetry.

 

 

 

Collaboration for Peace – 48

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Photo: Mish

 

Proliferation

 

Plant me some peace
Sow me some unity
Let it rise up out of the
Darkness of discord
Let it spread seeds of
Understanding and tolerance
Until the weediness of fighting
Is overrun with reconciliation

 

© Candace Kubinec

Collaboration for Peace – 46

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In Flight

 

Life me up

For I have spiraled, wingless

In whirls of worldly matter

That do not matter

Much to me

 

Cradle my heart

For I have stumbled, tumbled

To humble places

Grant me peace

And let me fly

 

 

 

 

 

 

Collaboration for Peace – 45

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Photo: mishunderstood.wordpress.com

 

Stones from a Glass House

It was just one pebble
Thrown in jest
No harm intended
And then one more
Hidden in soft words
Another disguised by
A smile
More and more were
Piled on top until
At last
Peace was smothered

© Candace Kubinec

Collaboration for Peace – 44

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Reach Up, Reach Out

 

I reach up
Spread my arms
To embrace the sky
 
The sky that looks
Down on every person –
Like and unlike me
 
Every person receives
Equal share of the day
And the night
 
The sun and stars
The moon lights the
Corners of darkness
 
Regardless of color or shape
Weeping or joyful
We’re all the same
 
I reach out
To embrace the world
That the sky looks
Down upon in peace
 

 

© Candace Kubinec

 

We’re back! Candy and I bring you a few more weeks of uniting photography with poetry, all in the name of PEACE.

Collaboration for Peace – 42

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Barriers

we build walls trying
to define our space
outline the boundaries of

what belongs to us
construct tangled barriers to
keep others at a distance

so no one will know us too well
we assume a prickly air
attempting to protect our hearts

alone inside our armor of safety
we long for the touch of another
the understanding of a neighbor

the love of a friend
yet we are afraid to reach out
take a risk

seek peace

 

© Candace Kubinec

Seasonal Affair

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My little maple

Of glistening gold

Flaunting, fluttering as

Sol sister laughs

She knows wind is only

Teasing, breezing by for

One last kiss of autumn

The final dance before

The chill and I will

Cherish your leaves

As fall still breathes

Through winter

 

It’s Quadrille time again and we’d love for you to join us over at dVerse Poets Pub. As your host, I am asking you to write a poem of 44 words (not including the title) and your quadrille must contain the word…

b…r…e…a…t…h…e

or breath, breathtaking, breathable…any variation of the word

Doors open at 3 p.m. EST

Collaboration for Peace – 41

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Let Peace Flow

When you see sorrow
of another
Let joy flow from
Your soul
To cover the dark in light

When you hear hatred
toward a neighbor
Let love flow from
Your heart
To cover the hard in softness

When you feel the anguish
of humanity
Let peace flow from
Your mind
To cover the shattered in healing

© Candace Kubinec

Collaboration for Peace – 40

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The Beacon

Adrift I float
No gentle breeze
To send me home
only dreams
To guide me
To urge me forward
Through doubts and fears
I am not afraid
To travel on
Hope shines brightly
A beacon on the horizon

© Candace Kubinec

 

Photo: Mish

Photo: Mish

Collaboration for Peace – 39

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Doldrums and Dragonflies

 

Even in flight

I am not alone

Cradled

By the zephyrs

Warm embrace

This too is my calm

My inner field of felicity

Double-winged, I will sing

To the flutter of my heart

In shades of iridescence

 

 

 

I feel blessed to have met Candy, my friend in collaboration as we continue to be inspired by each others work. You can find more of her photography and poetry at rhymeswithbug.com

First Embrace

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Oh my little sea anemone

I didn’t know your name

Or if your game included me

My intrusion, your confusion

My bucket list of fickleness

But somehow I knew

I knew you would reach for me

The first time I touched you

 

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Sea anemone, Laguna Beach

 

Written for Poetics: “first things first”. Kelly has returned for a visit and has asked us to write a poem about a first.  This brief interaction was most likely a first for both of us.

Collaboration for Peace – 37

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Photo: Candace Kubinec

 

 

Nature sings to me

In melodies of sun

And baritone shadows

Harmony on forest’s floor

Echos of peace

 

 

Visit Candy at rhymeswithbug.com

 

 

Honestly

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Sometimes I like to

Dangle in dewdrops

Laugh hysterically in

Cynical times

Find a way to face

My own face

It is not always easy

To celebrate

Life

~

Life

Is to celebrate

I will face my own

Cynical times

I will laugh at myself

Yes, hysterically

Because sometimes

It is easy to dangle

In dewdrops

 

Written for Walt’s poetic prompt, “A Cause For Celebration”.

Come celebrate with a poem over at dVerse Poets Pub.

Do You See Herons?

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Herons? Yes, I see them often…from a distance. Familiar sights on regular hikes through marshlands and parks. They appear to me as a privilege, preening on a rock amidst the reeds or sailing overhead in glorious flight. Grey. That is common or sometimes a Great White Egret, with plumage of an angel set aglow by the sun. It is always enough to slightly dazzle me. Today I am given a gift. From the top of the bridge that arches over a murky green creek, I stand only a few feet away from him. Staring motionless at the water with one leg spindly and bent, he waits. He waits more patiently than I do. He cares not that I watch. I become a similar statue, camera in hand anticipating his next move. And there it is. Saaaa-nap! His elongated beak now holds firmly to a tiny wriggling fish along with an innocent leaf caught in the hunt. An ordinary day for him. I am a guest, if only to admire a great heron’s dinner.

 

leaves ride in ripples

twilight grants one last favour

over humdrum day

 

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We are looking for the “extra” in the ordinary for Haibun Monday. Grace is our host and she has reacquainted us with the form.  Hope you can join us!

 

Umbra

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Shadows are born

From breath of light

Betwixt the twigs

They play and meddle

Draping black veils

Over earth’s stage

This is where

Leaves spot dance

One last time

My heart dips

And sways

Between  sweet

Sounds of sunbeams

And  the monotones

Of solitude

 

Today at dVerse, De is our host serving up some quadrilles or Q44’s as we like to call them. She has chosen the word “shadow” that must be included within the poem.  Join the fun!

 

Spirit Birds

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Feather me, hawk

To help me see

Feather me, crow

Please balance me

Feather me, dove

To nurture and love

Feather me, bluebird

With joyful words

Feather me, eagle

To make me wise

Feather me, seagull

In freedom, I’ll fly

Feather me, falcon

To heal my soul

Give me my wings

To make me whole

 

A late response to Victoria’s poetic prompt, “Come Fly With Me”

It’s  Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub.  Feel free to share a poem with us!

Waiting on Wings

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My days have suddenly become empty. Disconnected. As my feet take to the path along the pond, I am immediately transported to a better world, a wiser system of life. I am guided by the goldenrod that edges the marsh, layered by clouds that whisper October. Distant sounds of the highway become muffled and soon forgotten. My haven is solid. The sun starts to melt on the horizon, pouring liquid gold ripples across the water. They reach for me. I reach for my camera. As I look through my lens, a large swarm of gnats dance against the glow and I wonder how these lowly beggarly bugs can possibly steal the show…but they do. Hundreds of starlings arrive in what seems to be chaotic confusion, contrasting with their precision landings on swaying reeds. I start to climb the rickety wooden lookout and again curse at the park for not replacing the missing step. There must be other people like me that don’t like missing steps. Perched and ready, I wait for the geese, my constant. Usually the honking is outrageously loud as they begin their dissension, but  I hear nothing but a few lonesome tootles. I wonder if they’ve found a new venue and why. The sun lays itself over the pond to bid farewell. Clouds become fuchsia pink feathers, a delicate distraction as the night sky slowly envelopes me. I question my instinct to leave. Am I afraid of the darkness even in the comfort of this paradise?

 

autumn winds waver

memories fade on still waters

sun dips into dusk

 

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Written for “Haibun Monday: Winds of Change” led by Toni Spencer (kanzensakura)

Join us at dVerse Poets Pub 

An Artistic Blend with Bev

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One of my favourite blogs is artpresciption.com by Beverly Dyer, an artist who works with acrylic, watercolour and mixed media. She is also a Certified Botanical Illustrator. I am always intrigued by her unique style. Beverly was so kind to offer her lovely work to me for some poetic inspiration.

 

 

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Awake I am rooted

Tethered, duty bound

Muffled by the fog

In dreams I drift

Turquoise, featherweight

Mellowed by earth’s song

 

 

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The wind took my words

         To cradle, now churning

            Twisting and turning

      Filtered the facts

  Flicked lies at my back

S t r e t c h e d  and  sizeable

         Unrecognizable

               The wind took my words

 

 

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If I could take the blue of you

And blend it with the mauve of me

I think that somehow we would be

A garden made in heaven

 

 

Images © beverly dyer

Poems by Mish

Collaboration for Peace – 31

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Photo: Mish

Photo: Mish

 

Self Reflection

 

gazing into the still lake
I see a stranger’s face
staring back –
distorted with worry
brows knotted
mouth a tight slash
and then
I trail my fingers through
the cool water
inhale deeply
and watch as ripples
sweep away my cares
allowing peace to
settle over me

 

© Candace Kubinec

Dear Moon

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October 139

 

If you are so authentic
Then why are you so mystical?
Caught between the muse
Of actual and magical

If you are so luminous
They why am I so blind
To a beauty so timeless
Celestial, sublime?

Undeniable and present
So classically placed
Are you oblivious to lovers
In awe of your face?

Moon beams and the man
It’s almost clichéd
Are you amused that I assume
That you will light my way?

 

Grace has us musing at the moon for Poetics. I wouldn’t normally re-post a poem, but I don’t believe I have shared this one with dVerse.  C’mon over. Be inspired by the moon and some amazing poetry.

Collaboration for Peace – 30

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Burgeon

 

Seeded in the same soil

Some will bask in

Universal beams of light

Shadows lurk and twist

Not all hearts will evolve

To bear the fruit of peace

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Details

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Nature’s details dance

To the music of the wind

Fancy fields of gold

~

Check out all the details for this week’s photo challenge at The Daily Post.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Look Up

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For this week’s photo challenge at The Daily Post.

A different perspective can change everything.

 

Collaboration for Peace – 28

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Have the courage to listen to the poems of your heart.
Candy and Mish

 

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Heart Song
          ♥
Sing your own song
fling it into the air
be bold
uncontrolled
shout your own words
devout words
or somber
words of joyfulness
let your heart speak
its unique language
in poems of hopefulness
and peace

 

© Candace Kubinec

Tournesol (Sunflower)

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  Le soleil est dans mon coeur aujourd’hui Et donc je danse     The sun is in my heart today And so I dance