Tuesday, December 8, 2015

DECEMBER 2015

WORDS
~
Spoken in anger
tasting bitter 
on the tongue
***
Where does it all end
how do we turn this
bloody tide around what 
will it take for all to 
realize we need to stand 
together side by side 
no longer standing alone
on the sidelines
watching death flicker
on the blue screens
across our conscience
one death at a time
one refugee at time
one child at a time
one war at a time
one step at a time in
the right direction
heeding not the voices
of wealthy talking heads
aiming to add fuel
to the dangerous blaze
lying politicians
beholden to their donors
greedy corporations
willing to rape the planet
for profit and obscene gain
should we not be standing 
together united against the 
bloody tide threatening
to swallows us all whole
while the greedy prosper
devouring the fruits of 
their harvest of hate
why do we not reach across
seeing our common humanity
all around the world
people who just want to 
live in peace yet the powers
to be will not let it 
die this ugly monster 
rearing it's head taking
lives all around the globe
in the name of whatever cause
suits the moment while those
of us who want and need peace
struggling to stay sane 
the horrors of it all 
unfolding day in and day out
where does it all end
do you have the answer???
***
Posted in Poets poeming for Peace
December 6th, 2014
***
To the neighbor across the street
we send you peace respite from
the demons riding you hard
we send you healing thoughts
hoping that they will find 
and soothe you in your pain
for surely pain is what feeds
the anger and rage you visit upon
those living near those who
tried to help and failed now
enduring your roaring music
filled with hateful lyrics
striking out violently 
your message of hatred being
met by our message of peace
and healing for you and all 
who feel moved to spew such
helpless howling anger at a
world already quivering with 
emotions too large for most
to endure yet endure
we must doing our best this
small gestures via the ether
are all we can manage
we send you peace and healing....
***
Plea for Peace
~
Change that channel 
mute the voices of hate
do your own thinking
before it's too late
~
Change that channel 
still the voices of fear
they're out to steal
all that we hold dear
~
Change that channel
silence prophets of doom
howling their message that
the end is coming soon
~
Change that channel 
while there's still time
write down your thoughts
in thoughtful rhyme
~
Change that channel
channel voices of peace
those who uplift us
giving hearts ease
~
Change that channel
let your inner light shine
care about the world
while there's still time
~
Change that channel 
we need words of peace
words of joy and comfort
let the hate speeches cease



PROMPT: Forever...and ever
***
For decades now
they have come
though overwhelming
at times we
care for them
as best we can
offering them
comfort and food
dry quiet spots
to rest and groom
feline refugees
throwaways lost
souls no matter
what we wail and
worry at times
still how can we
not care for them
and keep caring
forever...and ever.


Prompt: WHAT BRINGS YOU PEACE?
~
On this Winter's Eve
after the storm
Luna's silver crescent
shining so bright
in the night sky
serenely making her descent
her steady brilliance
as she travels the night
sky the constancy
the celestial rhythm
of her lunar cycles
going on forever and
ever into infinity
bring me peace at the end
of this long day....



Knitting in front of the wood stove, I sit
back, feet raised up,basking like a lizard.
Savoring the delicious heat as little wisps of
scent, spices and orange peel in the kettle
atop the stove, curl from it's spout. Blessed
silence enfolds me broken only by the clacking
of bamboo needles as another scarf takes shape.
Now and then a snorting snore emitted by Poppy,
sleeping in front of the stove doing her
own basking and daydreaming, paws a-twitch.
But back to the scarf or should I say scarves.
As I rest, the battle within rages, good guys vs bad
guys, being handily won by the good ones I am pleased
to say. But I was restless, needing to put my hands
to work on something.
So out came the box of unfinished knitting projects.
All was carefully sorted out, half finished in this
pile, leftover skeins in that, some passed along
to a friend. I really only use a favorite yarn
now by Lion's Brand called "Homespun".
And no it's not really homespun. Sadly while I
adore sheep and wooly creatures, their wool makes
me itch like mad, according to my husband this is
to be blamed entirely on my Princess and the Pea DNA.
This lovely yarn, rich in color, luxurious to the touch
is it for me.
Now you might think I just lie there, mindlessly
knitting away, but no. Even though I am not
moving much other then my hands, my mind is
skipping along on little trips of fancy.
My scarfs now also have names.  Recently a
project started long ago  was finally finished
and earned the name of "Northern Woods". Some
of my newer favorites are what I like to call
"Infinity Hugs". Scarfs with no loose ends but
joined to form a continuous loop which wrap
themselves around a bare neck in the most wonderful,
comforting way, without those annoying ends flapping
about, slithering down ones arms. A recent one,
using colorful odds and ends, was named "Artist's Palette".
There is also "Moon Shadow"and "Crystal Cave".
"Baroque Purple" fit for a queen made it's way
across the sea to Mum's house, meant to keep her
warm on her doggy walks around the block, while
adding a splash of color to her now somewhat subdued
wardrobe. And yes, of course she fancies herself
queen of her own small kingdom, so what better color
for her? But I think my favorite to date is a new one,
already earning a name despite having barely gotten
started. I call it "Woodland Walk". As I sorted out
a ball of this and a ball of that, already the colors
began telling a story. Knitting row after row in a lovely,
nubby "Double Moss Stitch" my mind starts walking along.
It's as if I myself walk through shaded bosky woodlands
rich,leafy scents rising, subtle colors hidden everywhere.
Mossy boulders, mushrooms peeking out among the leaves
subtle splashes of purple as if Porcelain berries
still hang in clusters, waiting to be harvested
by dwellers in the forest. Little dabs of red suggesting
rosehips tempting the wild ones.
Closer to the edge my woodlands turns a paler shade of
green as if added light starts finding my path. Then the
scene opens, a forest clearing unfolds pale subtle greens
dabbled with golden splotches of wildflowers, golden
sun rays spill down onto the scene. On the edge of the
virtual meadow little dabs of blue suggest bluebells.
Yes, all this whilst sitting in front of the fire, never
leaving my comfy chair. All while using up odds and ends.
This saturation of the senses, textures, colors and scent
evoke memories. Suggesting a journey to long forgotten
places, a childhood so very long ago now. These thoughts
and fancies thus knitted into a scarf with infinite
care..today this brings me peace.


Cloaking dense fog
invisible geese honk
navigating south


Olive waves to us
outside the window
stormy weather

***

Prompt: Christmas-time-bitter-sweet layers of emotions bleed
***
Counting our blessings
warm home good food
yet feeling the lack
of family sharing
our hearth as they
did long ago a sign
of changing times
regardless we celebrate
this sweetness our
small family human
canine and feline
knowing that too many
are out in the bitter
cold huddled under
cardboard shivering
hungry long forgotten
by those whom they once
called their very own
emotions of gratitude
bleeding into emotions
of sadness contemplating
this dreadful contrast
in our world during
this season of peace
and joy...but not for all


Christmas Full Moon
Wreath of Light
Christmas Miracle


Miraculously she rose
parting the clouds
after heavy rain pelted
our thickly clouded valley
she rose triumphantly
smiling down on all below
this unexpected blessing
gilded the day as she gilded
our tumbling creek spilling
blessed gold at our feet
Christmas Blessing


Christmas Moon
shining bright
atop the pine
this blessed
magic night
Christmas star


Prompt: LIFE ~ What is it really? (to you)
***
Life to me are the brief moments of grace
grace which recharges our batteries
grace which gives us hope on dark days
grace illuminating what is truly important
personally to me those much needed moments
of grace are most often found in nature
the many facets of nature's beauty restful
meditation which calm the mind in our often
chaotic and seemingly hopeless world
these moments of grace make life worthwhile


Murmuration pauses
bare trees bear dark fruit
evening slowly approaches

***

Great Horned Owl
hoots in the night
scanning our garden
bathed in moonlight
hurry up kitties
come in for the night
lest you be taken
for a last fatal flight
great owl is hunting
needing a meal
hurry up kitties
the danger is real!!


Monday, November 2, 2015

NOVEMBER 2015



Prompt: PASSION
~
I love color with a passion
flaming glorious sunsets  
quiet pearlescent sunrises
washing the skies in luminous
pastels glowing autumn leaves 
nature splashing colors with
abandon as if to have one more
fling dropping the curtain then
letting the dark gray season
have the stage as all rests
gathering strength for yet 
another colorful season ahead
vivid new growth emerging
on the first days of spring
new foliage vivid lime green
illuminated by a lemony sun
so welcome after a long winter
really it's very difficult 
for me to end sharing all 
these passions as there is
so much in nature to be 
passionate about I could speak
at length about the vivid
rich red pelt worn by the fox
the brilliant feathers 
shining in the trees as birds
gather to chat and warble
maybe it's not even so much
colors I am passionate about
but really all magnificent
wonders nature lays at our feet
asking only that we see
and admire her beauty treasure
her many gifts protect her 
where we can I am passionate
about that as well and 
admire those who walk the walk
giving of themselves with 
passion making a difference
be it ever so small as we all
can even by taking modest 
heartfelt action with passion.

***

Prompt: Passion
~
I have a passion for books
and reading instilled into
me by my dad a passion which
has seen me through some
of the toughest darkest times
in a life not always easy
allowing me to escape if even
briefly during times of stress
and dark fear for the future
this passion still shines
even now in this much calmer
peaceful time of life as I
look upon the shelves and
stacks of books filling every
space a comforting blanket
to wrap myself in as I open
colorful covers and dive deep
into another different world
reading, feeling, following
silky threads of words spun
being right there along with
characters who are often hard
to leave behind at "The End"
and you..do you feel the passion??

***

Prompt: White Poppies for Peace
~
White poppies
so rare and fragile
translucent petals
easily crushed
frayed and trampled
as is our hope
for worldwide peace
yet we must keep
hoping and working
for a better world
while proudly wearing
white poppies for peace
yet never forgetting
those who's blood was
spilled and those in
harms way so many lives
wasted all over our
restless bloodied planet
controlled by politics
and military complexes
vast industries profiting
from blood spilled soaking
the earth so many of us
long for peace long
for a life of dignity
a life not bought at such a
terrible price we want no
blood spilled  in our name
or for "freedom" we just want
a world of peace where life
is precious and honored
not thrown away in muddy
bloodied battlefields
where even the most innocent
perish too young never
understanding why pain
and suffering visits them
far too soon all dreams
and hope for the future
dying with them potential
lost for all times
lives wasted never allowed
to come into full flower
white poppies for peace
beacon of hope in a
world awash in poppies
of red honoring the memory
of too many lives lost
already will the madness
ever end? "White Poppies
For Peace" glowing bright
 tender fragile promise
a peaceful future for all


Ming's moment of Zen
reminder that even
amidst chaos and change
one can sit calmly
modeling faux fur
breathing deeply
knit...purr...knit...purr
counting blessings
not stitches...knit...purr


November 13th, 2015
~
End of the day
sinking into bed
weighed down
heart heavy
mourning with France
and the city of
love and light
feeling the pain
deeply even here
thousands of miles
away..will it ever end?
Let there be PEACE



Little owl and pussycat
resting side by side
pussycat is sleeping
owl's eyes are open wide
high up in the canopy
her golden eyes can see
everything that's down
below fairies gnomes
and trees little doors
start opening lanterns
now are lit fairy folk
 are rising quiet glades
now shimmer filled with
night time magic
and twinkly fairy glimmer
little owl is blinking
taking it all in
pussy's toes twitch
in her sleep life
is but a dream.

***

Prompt: Time is
~
Time is running out
time is short for all of us
we know not when our hourglass
runs out of grains of sand
united we watched the
world around us turn dark
and scary bloodied broken
precious lives lost all
over the planet uncertain
times ahead we felt united in
our grief but already human
nature starts unraveling niggling
finding fault harmony starts
tottering on unsteady feet words
are written you don't care enough
you only care about this or that issue
you only  fly this flag on your
profile picture you're not grieving
hard enough your grief is for the wrong
disaster how on earth can this planet
thrive how can we overcome dark times
when even in grief we cannot get along
we find fault we critize we put down
those who only want to find their own way
of dealing with it all how can we make
peace happen on our precious planet when
we can't even respect each and every
one of us for their own way of dealing
with the frightening happenings all
around us our beautiful planet in
grave danger from us the human race
how can we save us and our planet
if we lack tolerance for others
on something as basic as grieving
lives lost in vain anywhere everywhere
it's time to support encourage empower
not time to critique find fault because
time is running out time is growing short


Bert the Frog
has changed
his togs he's
growing once
again sporting
now his newest
one the old
sways tattered
and forlorn
looking a bit
like Bert's
ectoplasmic ghost
swaying eerily
back and forth
fairly shouting booo
oblivious Bert struts
his stuff he hasn't
got a care stands
tippy-toed he begs
for food all we
can do is stare..



***

Morning flight
meets rising sun
a shooting star


Inside our window
wolves sing songs
of praise heads
thrown back snouts
pointed mesmerized
it seems by this
crystal full moon
which never wanes
above watchful owl
sits in silence
gracing this magical
pewter world
inside our window

***

Prompt: TASTE
~
Isn't it amazing how a scent
or taste can take you back
time traveling into the past
seemingly in the blink of an
eye as I peel my clementine
little squirts of oils shoot
into the room delicately
scenting the air with it's
sweet-tart odor laying the
first slice onto my tongue
crushing it letting luscious
juice spill savoring the
texture suddenly I am back
to mornings on St.Nikolaus day
opening the door cautiously
finding a treasure trove
of treats in my boots left
out the night before
colorful offerings spill
forth shining nuts foil
wrapped chocolates and always
clementines glowing winking
up at me tempting me to break
open their soft lush skin
savoring the taste of the season


Clouds of smoke
rise up into
delicately tinted
evening skies
curling upward
as if longing
to taste the
lush rising moon
would it taste
of lemon custard??



Golden
dragon's eye
gazing down sleepily
surveying her earthly realm
LUNA



Lunar goddess
hear our cry
see our pain
hear us sigh
captured now in
tree of peace
may endless global
suffering cease
may your bright light
in olive tree
embrace the globe
so mote it be







Thursday, October 1, 2015

OCTOBER 2015


First day of October
brilliant face glows
promise of the golden
season now upon us
vivid rich treasure
warms the heart 
on these cooler
days of autumn
shorter yes but 
 oh so sweet....


Prompt: I LOVE YOU BECAUSE
~
I love you because you light
up the darkest night
even the oceans cannot resist
your gentle pull as you
nudge along the tides to rise
with silvered waves hissing upon
beaches laying still beneath
your watchful steadfast gaze
how can mere mortals resist
your lunar charms as you
tempt us from our warm beds
eager to walk the night garden
illuminated here shadowed there
full of magic these nights
as you wax night after night
sometimes I get melancholy
when you slip away out of
sight yet happy knowing
that others on the other side
of the globe will soon
walk under the same blessed
light I love you because
you invite all of the world
to gaze up together....united

***
Prompt: I LOVE YOU BECAUSE
~
I love you because...I know you prefer
staying in bed late on cool mornings
now that you are finally retired
yet here you are up at the crack of
dawn making my tea and toast
keeping me company as I take one pill
after another until the dish is
empty cheering me on walking by
my side  on the journey to wellness
I love you because of that and many
other reasons as well dear husband of mine


Prompt: I LOVE YOU BECAUSE
~
I love you because even this late
in the season after a brutal summer
you greet the mornings in such a
festive colorful way your bold
skirts indigo imprinted with purple
stars bright heart light deep inside
which shines and glows I love the way
you climb up into the tired spend
roses bushes enrobing them in splendor
while they catch their breath covering
their nakedness gifting them with your
beauty your heart shaped foliage isn't
this the way dear friends enfold us
gently at a time we need comfort most
when we're struggling through life
catching our breath renewing ourselves
nature is always teaching lessons if you
listen to her watch her learn from her


Prompt: QUOTES
~
WASTE NOT WANT NOT
~
So I am just back from a day of mending
yes you heard me right mending that fine
art taught to most women my age when
we were girls because back then you
didn't think clothes were disposable
something broke you fixed it socks
got holey you darned them seems kind
of old-fashioned and out of date now
doesn't it or does it have we gotten
to be a throw away society where every
thing is meant to be tossed when no
longer perfect well today being a low
energy day I decided tackling that
stack of not quite perfect shabby
clothing in need of TLC and got to it
in the process getting reacquainted with
my  sewing machine and sewing box
now mind you I am a pretty sorry seamstress
only the basic are what I can tackle but
suddenly sitting out there in my little
cottage surrounded by silence humming while
bringing a few favorites back to life seemed
a zen kind of thing to do because yes
these were old worn things but they were
much beloved comfy treasure I love wearing
course I played with the contents of the
sewing box as well discovering I have a
lifetime supply of pins and needles
but now I also have my old favorites back
imperfectly mended but ready for another
decade and while doing this all my
favorite quotes visited me as well but
deciding which one was just too hard
so WASTE NOT WANT NOT it is..for now


Prompt: QUOTES
~
And still my mind sifts through quote
after quote, collected, appreciated
thought on yet how very difficult to
find just that one the one that means
the most I shall give up trying and
let them pick themselves let them
speak again as they spoke to me when
being added to my collection but no
they clamor me pick me please I am
the one oh dear what ever shall I do
so many quotes so little time to let
them all shine here so today I'll
pick one and then another.........

"With freedom, books, flowers and the moon,
who could not be happy?"~ Oscar Wilde

Surely my love for all of those wonderful
things have been my constant treasured
companions in life. They kept me sane and
safe during times when life was anything
but. They consoled me, kept me company
and still they bless my daily life day
after day bringing richness and joy


Knitting Meditation
~
Sitting curled up the quiet click
clack of bamboo needles keeping
pace with the soothing sounds of
nature music streaming from the
speakers filling this small space
with such serenity such a sense
of rest centering my mind
free to wander my gaze scanning
the woodlands outside only
to return once more to the work
at hand stitch by stitch row after
row until finally the scarf
is completed ready to rest cozily
around me neck on the coming
cool winter days.... I am ready


Prompt: QUOTES
~
"A room without books is like a body
without a soul.~ Cicero
~
How cannot I not include this one? It is a quote
I so very deeply believe in. When walking into a
room without books there is something missing, the
most vital part really, the soul of the room.
How can people live "book-less"?
How can they feel comforted and safe, knowing they are
in the best of company. A way of traveling the world,
without ever once leaving that comfy armchair. Where
do they escape during times of strive or grief, when
that special book might just hold the answer or if
nothing else take us away, however briefly to a better
place. Having grown up, surrounded by books untidy
scattered on endless shelves, stacks here and there
not fitting on already full shelves. Oh what joy
it brings, to know one has so much to still enjoy
or revisit once again. Needless to say all of my
rooms have souls, overflowing with knowledge, laughter
tears, delight...oh stop me now, I could go on forever........

***


Prompt: HE/SHE SAID
~
He said:  Ming, are you awake?
She said: Ssssshhhh, can't you see I am meditating?
He said:  Ok, well I'll just admire your lovely stripes.
She said: You may as long as you are very quiet.
He said:  Meditation suits you very nicely.
She said: Sssshhhh, you're breaking my concentration.
He said:  Oh, I am so very sorry I shall be very quiet
She said:  The spell has been broken, you might as well
 admire my sapphire eyes .
He said:  Oh, they are very lovely indeed, shall I stroke
          your silky, striped fur now?
She said: Let me think on that...............YES, PLEASE!!


***


Prompt:  HOPE
***
In a world ever changing
often not for the good
Luna's phases her waxing
and waning changing yet still
familiar and reliable
returning to us from the
dark again and again
gives me hope looking up
into her lovely face on
dark nights her silvered
countenance seemingly smiling
filling my heart to overflowing
with serenity and hope that
all will be well after all



Prompt: HOPE
~
Do we not all hope to be loved
to be seen and heard
do we not all hope to be understood
to find those special ones
who can see into our souls looking
past armor build to keep
us safe from harm in a sometimes
painful and uncaring world
yet how often are we disappointed
opening our hearts and souls
only to be vulnerable our tender
antennae quickly retracted
remember the sting of rejection
yet time and time again
we carefully reach out one more
time~hoping for the best
hoping that this time will be
different for is not giving up
hope giving up on life?


Early dawn's gift
clouds part unveiling
magnificent wolf moon


After a dark rainy night
spectral Luna appears
draped in drifting
luminescent veils
hiding revealing
seemingly flaunting
her luminous beauty


Sunday, September 13, 2015

SEPTEMBER 2015

Prompt: SOLITUDE
~
Blessed solitude
as once again
I tread familiar paths
beneath dark velvet skies
my feet remembering 
each turn as I drift along
enveloped in night's cloak
breathing in deeply 
city streets teaming with 
harried crowds left far behind
my heart slows it seems
resuming a more peaceful beat
stars once again shine brightly
infinite in numbers undimmed
by blazing city lights
insomnia never seemed so sweet
as I walk the night in solitude
back in the country once again
with only sweet cricket song
breaking the night's silence
this is where I belong.....

Luminous
she emerges
above the roofs
gazing down golden eyed
LUNA


Full Moon
reveals
her heart
romancing
the city laying
silently at her feet

***

PROMPT: SITTING WITH SILENCE
~
Sitting with silence
I wait for the words
knowing they are there
within reach yet strangely
elusive unable to capture
their essence just yet
as I am slowly settling in
adjusting to this different
cadence of daily life
far from busy city noise
back to country silence
finding sacred moments
where nature seems to hold
her breath and all I hear
is the rushing of blood
in my ears assuring me
that all is well within
for now I sit patiently
hoping that soon once again
words will whisper then
sing spilling freely onto
the page but for now
I wait sitting with silence

***
Sitting with silence
as night is falling
trailing diaphanous
veils over Luna's
glowing face
night's velvet gown
glimmers with
countless diamonds
nature's richness
enchants us on this
first night of the
golden season
nature's palette will
change spilling sumptuous
baroque colors
over the grateful land
last celebration
before season's wheel
turns yet again
to the season of rest....



Sitting
with silence
watching summer slowly
make way for autumn high above blue
icy skies down below warm vibrant glow
in a parking lot sitting with silence here
  paradise was  paved over long ago yet
 nature's beauty reigns even here in this
 asphalt wasteland slowly
angry car horns fade
 thoughts
drift
up
 up
 and
   away....


Prompt: CALLING HOME
~
There are days
when I can feel
my early roots
tugging at me so
strongly that I get
the feeling they are
calling me home to
a place that still
lives within after
more than four decades
a place deeply rooted
in my mind where lush
green meadows and deep
dark forest grow as they
did in my youth long
ago a place where pert
red squirrels scamper
plump mushrooms scent
dark fairytale woods
thick pillows of moss
thrive inviting cushions
perfect for daydreaming girls
yielding I close my eyes
allowing the tug to call
me home...for just a moment


Sitting with silence
gently swinging
in the night garden
gazing up at Luna
rising nearly full
last night as we sat
swinging to and fro
when suddenly my
thoughts turned briefly
to E.T. calling home
where did that
message come from??




Slipping out of my
warm cocoon
into the cool dawn
anxious to capture
Luna to hold her
keep her from leaving
so soon for just one
moment she was trapped
her golden light
held within the lantern
glowing brightly
but swiftly she slipped
her bonds breaking
free hurrying over
the mountains to dip
her glowing face
into the silvery sea
far away out of sight.....


Saturday, August 1, 2015

AUGUST 2015



Sizzling
blazing through
layers of clouds
draped seductively in veils
LUNA

***

Prompt: SQUIRRELS OF POSSIBILITY
~
Her mind races
trying to keep
track of all
that needs doing
like a squirrel
racing along
climbing the tall
tree of possibility
alas she missed
the opportunity
to get it right
in the end it leaves
her sitting up
there high in the
canopy her tail
twitching annoyed
at having dropped
that vital nugget
of information
then a new thought
comes along
and off she goes
hopefully into
the right direction....


Sunday at Turtle Bay
exploring the river
daydreaming of Monet



At the gloaming
fire glazed sky
the scent of smoke



Sunflower learned her
lesson the hard way
her upper leaves scorched
by the sun she'd adored
followed faithfully each
day now her face is
turned stubbornly toward
the East all day long
one late bee her only
companion as the sun she
once loved sets unseen
her worship cost her dearly
sun is a giver of life
yet can also damage those
staring into his brilliant
face beyond repair
yet still sunflower blooms
golden rays surrounding
her lovely round face


Six Word Saturday
~
Setting sun
magic orb
smoke kissed


Through dripping ink
branches scarlet
haloed sun sets at
last first cicada
tune up as bats flap
overhead on leathery
wings night falls
swiftly light breeze
comes up the canyon
stirring the cooler
air we breathe a sigh
of relief another hot
day survived..BREATHE!!


Prompt: LETTING GO
~
Letting go of the past
wild rapids which
often left me reeling
learning lessons
from the water which
tumbles along so
joyfully burbling
along full of life
motion and beauty
not letting any
obstacle stop or slow
it's journey determined
to meander along at
times leisurely sometimes
fast but always moving
forward letting go
moving on just like
life we let go
move on lest we
get stuck in a stagnant
pool of endless
regrets and sorrow
so letting go
learning the lesson
taught so well by nature


Last night once again
the skies were on fire
first Sol sunk
fretfully into thick
layers of smoke
then after night
fell gently first
stars appeared in the
darkening skies above
dare we hope viewing
the Perseids after all
now that skies are clear
hopefully we set up
chair and hammock
in the driveway tucked
snug in cozy blankets looking
up at the Milky Way flowing
high above our heads
patiently waiting soon
rewarded by first
streaks hurtling across
the sky one after another
in the stillness of
the night we could almost
imagine the loud roaring
as they skipped across
entering the atmosphere
never will we forget
that huge one streaking
for miles then a brief
burst of fire seen even
down here with naked eyes
leaving in it's wake
only the tail hanging
in the sky as if forgotten
then it too vaporized
through it all the infinite
universe appeared to be humming
as I recorded the wonders
in the camera of my mind....

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Prompt: Fictionalise yourself
~
Not sure if I'd have a new name
will have to think on that
but I know for sure my hair
would be wonderfully red
and curly and my eyes would
be leaf green with a twinkle
in them and of course I'd
be really brave probably
riding a purple Harley down Hwy 1
overlooking the coast
roaring toward Big Sur on
my way to my animal shelter
tucked away under the trees
filled with dogs and cats
unwanted by some but loved
and cared for by myself
and a staff of helpers
who too might well have been
unwanted out there but
have now found their forever
homes in tidy little cabins
snuggled in the forest
along with all the animals
in their care because
what's a book or movie
without a Happy Ending??


Celestial hot flash
fire kissed Luna
feeling the heat