A Smile on Our Face/imaginary gardens with real toads

A Smile on Our Face

The destination is the same

For each of us

Bound for the “Promised Land”

So many questions unanswered

Not this one

We know where we are going

Moving forward

Until the day we die

So, it is up to us

To live the unforgettable life

Begin each morning

At dawn when the sun rises

Take a deep breath

Fill ourselves 

With the happiness 

Of the day

Until the last day

The day we die

Tied to the stake

A smile on our face

January 19, 2019

Note:  My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Mustn’t Be Fancy

This weekend, Magaly uses a quote from Mary Oliver, who sadly died this week, to inspire us to write a new poem that “mustn’t be fancy”. We are encouraged to craft poetry that wastes no words.

I chose Mary Oliver's poem Sunrise.  The words are; die, bound, stake, unforgetable, dawn, breath and happiness.

Crypto's/imaginary gardens with real toads

Cryptids

Man’s imagination

Is without limits

When there is nothing to fear

He makes up something

So much in this world

He doesn’t understand

So much to fear

He gives it a dog’s head

The devil ‘s eyes of fire

Big feet to step on you

Some cryptids live in the forest

Some in the arroyos

Some live in the lakes

Some swim at sea

Man fears dark places

Man is small and weak

I suspect it is because 

Of the way man has treated

His fellow creatures

That he carries such fear

Of imaginary beasts

January 17, 2019

I Heard the Fog Horn on a Sunny Day/dVerse

I Heard the Fog Horn on a Sunny Day

I hold the shell to my ear

I listen

Will the sound of waves and wind

Be true

Could I find my way home

Comb the beaches

Pick up shells

Feel the sun on my shoulders

The sun bright

I cover my eyes

Memory creeps in

The little black dog

The “swimmer” dog

He would swim so far out

Only the sea gulls flying above

Marked the spot

Twelve pounds of black meat

Each day brought laughter

Gentle touches

Food from the sea

Was I really there

Or was it a dream

The sandals didn’t fit

One day you didn’t return

I heard the fog horn

On a sunny day

Humpty Dumpty fell

My world broken forever

January 17, 2019

Primal Rules/poets united midweek motif/ Life: Paradox and/ Or Balance

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Life: Paradox And / Or Balance

 

 

Primal Rules

 

I have decided 

There are all kinds of rules

But “primal rules”

Are rules we learn from the earth

 

Perhaps first there is gravity

Gravity holds our feet to the ground

Keeps us from flying

Helps us to be grounded

 

Then there is value

Light to dark

Sunrise to sunset

Sunlight and shadows

 

Space seems important

Right from the beginning

We investigate the space

We find ourselves in

 

Then there is balance

If we lean too far to the right or left

We balance ourselves right away

Without balance/We fall down/Crash!

 

A lesson in beauty 

Is what is before us

And if we see it

Really see it

It is all that is needed

 

January 16, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sad, Sad/imaginary gardens with real toads

Sad, Sad

I speak of sadness

In whispered tones

For so many things in life

Are judged to be sad

Disappointing

A goal not reached

Perhaps set too high

Who of us is reasonable, after all

Of the three children

Which would I choose?

To be sick… 

To die

Which of my friends

Would I have go first?

Which would be the hardest blow

Whose empty chair will hurt less

And yet…

The bud that blooms in the spring

Is more beautiful than ever before

The meal more satisfying

Each minute is dear to the heart

Because of missing you

Each sunrise more inspiring

Takes my breath away

Each sunset I long to keep

And long to share

It is the beauty after all 

That reminds me of you

January 15, 2019