Dressed up for winter
Mrs. Jack Frost’s cloak imprinted with
Icy blue like lace
Trails across my window pane
Reminding me of ocean waves
Tanka
Dazzling Designer
Tag: original poetry and photograph
Tarry Time
New Year days in flight,
Flying away like fall leaves.
What is your vision?
Are your dreams anchored down,
To withstand the winds of time?
Tanka
And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry Habakkuk 2:2-3
Where’s Normal?
No Normal doesn’t live here
Guess it really never did
So don’t wait for it to appear
No normal doesn’t live here
And tis a word you’ll not hear
From this quite abnormal kid
No normal doesn’t live here
Guess it really never did
Triolet
#IArtDaily Day 25 Prompt: “Normal”, doesn’t live here anymore.
Embracing the abnormality of the creative life which is often unconventional, unusual, unique, and never mediocre.
Although I most often use forms in my poetry, I think the abnormality in it is that it many times it isn’t true conformity, and for me that’s ok because it’s my own take on traditional that’s abit irregular
The Cross
The symbol
Of Christ’s victory
Over sin
Over death
The true message of God’s love
Stands the test of time
Shadorma
Pink Path
A pink feather in my path
I know not from whence it came
Some say it’s from an angel
Or perhaps pink flamingo
Neither makes sense to me
Tis a pinkish mystery
Syllabic Verse
Today I happened to see this pink feather just laying right in the middle of the sidewalk. No pink flamingos around, or angels or kids wearing Indian Headdresses or Pink Boas, so it’s a curiosity. I am keeping it for a bookmark 🙂
Realization
Diligently I was
On a quest for happiness
Had to make my own
Senryu
The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.
I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.
That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves
Royal Cattitude
Queen holding court
On a ragamuffin throne
Subjects are kin
Senryu
Took this photo of my family’s pets, (grandson and grand-daughter’s cats) all sitting together seeming to be having a meeting of the minds–probably regarding whose attention they could grab to give them some food in their empty bowl! 😃
Bits and Pieces
Confetti
Pieces of my life
Lay scattered
Broken dreams
Lie in a river of tears
Only God can mend
Shadorma
Dead End
Making unwise choices
Following blind guides
Leads to securing
Path of broken dreams
Do not remain there
Turn around, go back
Gather scattered pieces
To recreate your dreams
Syllabic Verse
Missed Opportunities
In the chill of winter
Beyond the garden gate
Frozen fruit awaits
A harvest long past
Syllabic Verse
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 