Sunday, April 30, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
April 26, 2017 Poets United Midweek Motif/GRAINS OF SAND
GRAINS OF SAND
the morning silent not a breath of air snow still on the ground
it is spring and in spring you can expect
the unexpected you enter the room traces of mud still on your boots
a bright feather in your cap your pockets full you hum a pleasing tune
familiar and yet reminds me of a distant land
far pavilions mountains rise plains spread to the horizon
you acknowledge me kiss my lips and begin your story
where you have been what you have seen gains of pink sand between your fingers
April 26, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
April 23, 2017 Sunday's Whirligig #108 -- The Sunday Wordle # -- Poets United Poets Pantry/ Beach Trash
BEACH TRASH
the kitten softly curls against me it is no longer midnight
a time sleep eludes me no longer blinded by darkness
it is morning in memory i step out onto the deck
it has been many moons since maidens in the form of blue herons
have greeted me there the seagulls fly and fight for morsels scream
play tough-of-war on the beach the dead and dying rot there
you could not say life at sea is peacetime to eat or be eaten
their lives are a game of hide and seek glass balls or fisherman’s floats
wash ashore sparkle among the beach trash the bits and pieces
the dead bodies no longer what they were no longer full of color
flashing through the water but colorless tied together in death
seldom do we recognize what remains beach trash now
April 23, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
April 10, 2017 The Sunday Whirl #295 - Sunday's Whirligig - Poets United Poets Pantry / Easter
EASTER
it is morning i listen for your call the world is waking
a new day is born a day of celebration a moveable feast
people followed the patterns of nature the equinoxes & the solstices are sacred
the amount of day & night are similar easter a celebration of new life
& relief from the cold yesterday from my bedroom window
i saw two bunnies in the sage i always wondered where that idea came from
spring the time of renewed life after the chill of winter eggs became the symbol
often we have forgotten the origin the idea of the easter bunny & decorated eggs
by themselves seem insane rabbits & hares were associated with the goddess eostre
the stores are filled with products stuffed bunnies easter baskets & plastic eggs
treats fill children’s baskets without considering the origins it all seems quiet mad
children hunting for colorful eggs rolling across the lawn who has most
April 10,2017
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