if the sun can move
mandarin peels over linen skies
ocean tides turn
at the beckon of the moon
clouds can criss-cross
horizon-bound
tiny hummingbird flies solo
hundreds of miles
if winds can spiral
and earth can shift
you too will find your way
Lisa is hosting our Quadrille prompt this week at
Write a poem of exactly 44 words in length, not including the title.
It must include the word “way”. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
“Same view from where I am
grass and sky and trees
Please let me travel elsewhere
to see the sea”
Journey me
Ferry me gently
To new horizons
Then…let…me…go
I’ll be the fizzle
In the seafoam
The iridescent dazzle
Of sun satiny shores
Dance me dizzy
Until I fall giggly into
Cotton batten clouds
Quilted for me
Journey me
To the sea
We have begun a week long celebration for our 5th Anniversary of dVerse Poets Pub. Grace started us off with an interview with Brian Miller, co-founder of dVerse. Today we are writing quadrilles including the word “journey”. During our two week break, we were very saddened to lose one of our most active participants, a very talented poet, Viv Blake. I was inspired by her poem, “Rooted” as I wrote this piece. This one’s for you, Viv.
You can be part of the flow
The current that carries
So many souls in transit
Searching for truth
Sailing for certainty
Or you can finally let go
Abandon this ship
This mere mission of clarity
For life is not a search
Life is the water
The waves caressing the rock
The ripples of rhythm
Keeping time with your heart
The sun on your face
Warming your skin
In this very moment
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Sometimes
You must walk on
Through reeds
That sway sweetly
In silence
Because silence is the word
Telling you to move forward
Speaking to your mind
Comforting your soul
Picking up your feet
Along the trail of truce
Even if it only leads
Back to your own heart
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Not all passages are smooth
And some have traveled long
On winding, washed out trails
That led to nowhere
It takes so little
To pave their stony path
Tiny offerings of hope and comfort
Can burnish a bumpy road
Tiny treasures washed ashore
Patiently polished by time
Shell I pick you up
Or leave you to rest in the sand?
Your journey complete with tales to tell
Of seaweed and undertows
Shell I pick you up
Or admire you from my hands?
Basking beauties before my eyes
Collecting on common ground
Shell I pick you up
Or honor the shelter you gave?
Ancient armor from life now passed
Jagged and rightfully so
Shell I pick you up
Or leave you kissing the waves?
Would you touch a snake? I had the opportunity. It was during an inspiring nature walk with my husband. The sun was warm and healing. The path we were hiking on led to a wooden bridge over a marshy area. I took my time inspecting the environment as my husband waited impatiently for me to continue on our journey. He should know by now that for me, it’s all about the journey. I spotted that snake basking in the sun. He didn’t seem to mind my curiosity as I stopped to say hello. Again, like seeing a mountain and not climbing it, I just had to touch him. I wondered how rough his thick skin would be and would he feel invaded. Just one little stroke is all I needed to know how he felt…..to experience something new. So I reached out to pet him. Can you pet a snake? His skin was rough, as I had imagined. He did not flinch. I did not flinch. Instead, I took that moment in. I had touched a snake. No regrets.
Mind sinking into neutral gear
While car just never stops
Blurs of beauty to my right
Desert dreams to my left
Hiking mountains in my mind
As colours sweep by in foreign hues
Land of enchantment at my door
But I can only take these shots
Good intentions, greater hopes
All but shatter in the wind
I reach to hold on to a cloud
As shadows race across the sky
Destination pushes on
Journey…………lost
My heart is pulling over
Aching for my feet to touch ground
mishunderstood 