Life Without Regret; A Sijo

The elderly Samurai’s katana had lain unused for decades
His weapons now displayed prominently honoring his ranking
Stern eyes reflect his pensive memories—lives taken

Grace hosts Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub…join us and choose any one poem to share.

Standing Post: Trees in Practice

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.”

Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

No hard benches for me, or pulpits, altars or holy books,
give me skies of blue with cirrus wisps that scribble truths.
Gatherings of trees are my sangha, age old wisdom expounded
from the roughened bark and steadfast trunks that abide in calmness.
Their messages aren’t harsh and do not tell of hell and brimstone death
but instead teach trust in their brethren and nature as teachers.
Leaves and boughs happily greet as the breeze gently lifts in a
tender, quiet song of connected joy that is shared with those below.
Peace and harmony reign here in this sacred space of believers.
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.

Their serenity is multiplied when gathered in great throngs.
There is no jostling for favoritism or pushing aside of others
so that they may be held in higher esteem; trees teach humility.
It is hallowed ground that supports trees. I whisper in their midst.
You, I venerate as I sit at your feet and feel your gifts permeate my soul.
Quiet, meditating in one place…be still, find earth’s hidden treasure troves.
Strong, yet yielding in the face of seasons’ harshness; I bow O Masters.
My heart is restored and a reverence is imparted to me that uplifts.
Mystical beings dance and play among your holy, secret alcoves.
I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.

Isolated or living apart from one another, trees lift their limbs in resilience.
Though alone, rooted to the ground, they are visited and inhabited by
birds, animals, myriad bugs and even air plants that join them.
Stoic and steadfast is the solitary sentinel.
When separate and alone they stand like quiet beacons in the fog.
Having no others to entangle their branches, they sometimes feel unknown.
They stretch and reach out and up, vainly feeling for a neighbor.
But do their hearts languish or brood when kept to themselves?
O lone willow whose drooping branches caress a pond, here you are sown.
And even more I revere them when they stand alone.

Patience and endurance rule in the heart of the ancient oak.
Wisdom reflects from her heart where the Great Horned Owl resides.
Distinguished, with ancient ties to Vikings and Tigers, she rests.
These Masters of Stillness have taught contemplation since millennia.
Like the Crane poised to strike a fish, they wait in silence.
They draw strength from the community of all species.
Their brilliance is oftentimes overshadowed by their infinite modesty and grace.
The hum of om strums through their leaves gaining strength on the wind that then plays out into the universe.
These stately, wizened beings spend their lives in harmony, no need for treaties.
They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.

*Standing Post is a martial arts form based in Chi Kung.  This Glosa was inspired by a dear friend who has mastered this form.

Grace is our host this evening for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.  Come join us and share any one poem that you would like.

Moon Rise From the Sea

One of my sisters and her husband love going to the beach. They don’t need any occasion to go, they’ll just drive the hour or so to get there and he’ll either surf if the waves are accommodating or they will sit on the beach under their canopy watching the waves or walk along its lengthy shoreline.

Several years back, the invitation went out to the family to join them one evening to watch the full moon come up at New Smyrna Beach. My boyfriend at the time and I drove over and joined the clan.  My brother-in-law had a fire pit going and as the sun’s rosy glow dwindled behind us, the full moon rose up on the far-off horizon of the Atlantic before us.  It was enormous.  It was so large that it took our breath away.  Ivory colored, with craters shadowed on its surface, I will never forget that humbling, overflowing moon on that chilly, fall night.

endless breaking waves
sparks fly against silhouettes
full moon’s ascension

Toni returns with Haibun Monday at 3PM EST.  Read her presentation at dVerse Poets Pub for all of the details.

The Alouette; Meeting the Bar

Victorian Scrap Art; Bing Images

Victorian Scrap Art; Bing Images

skylarks flying high
scatter dreams from sighs
catch them as they drift to earth
from all daydreams spun
choose the happy ones
of starlight, moon beams and mirth

sprites and elves play here
in streams crystal clear
fireflies glow like small green orbs
cast tiny shadows
of days long ago
captured in dim woodland garb

~~~~

numinous children
of indigo send
vibrations of empathy
for love’s benefit
transcendentalists
hold this planet preciously
 
riding the current
of energy, urgent
messages relayed along
cosmic connectors
sending protectors
to dwell among the earth’s throngs

I hope you will join with me at dVerse Poets Pub where I present The Alouette.  The doors will open at 3PM EST Thursday.

Diversion

As if on cue,
in the same
whirlwind in which
he had arrived,
he departed.
I was the target
of his need for
diversion.
The opening of
emotions and
shared laughs
were deep.
Amazing
how quickly
your heart acts
to secure you
to another.

De is our host at dVerse for our Quadrille prompt.  Read her presentation for all the details.

A New Revolution

SCCRRRAAAATCH
the past revolutions!
Our rhythm heralds
a different way.
Perhaps we won’t
be so peaceful!
We’ll run amok
and churn up
the muck!
Change will
come, Oh Yes!
Starting with
YOU THERE, all
cushy ensconced
in your lifelong
tenure of perks!
Public “servants”?
MY ASS!
Your time has come
and you are gone!
The future belongs
to us all now, not
just a select few.
We RAGE at paths
lined in blood!
We are damning the
torpedoes that lay
waste to countless
innocent lives!
Link arms and
put up a united
front to end this
insanity that is
rooted in politics.
It’s a ruse DON’T YOU SEE?
We’re being royally
BAMBOOZLED!
Nothing is untouched
by the ravages of this
cesspool of corruption.
We’re pulling the plug
and letting the sewage
be absorbed into the
void that it deserves.
Slate clean lies our future.
Lay down your pens
and put aside your
intellect and FEEL
GODDAMIT!!!!
If we lose our hearts
we lose everything.

Victoria is our host at dVerse Open Link Night but couldn’t be with us today because of a family emergency.  Our hearts go out to her.

Wild Flowers

sizzling word play
zings back and forth
playful, sexy sparks
combust our hearts
and ignites our blood
 
wild flowers calm
but not our ardor
a breeze gently
ruffles the petals
 
I accept your offered
arm and pledge steady,
soul-melding hugs
that sustain us both

The Quadrille is our prompt today and is presented by De at dVerse Poets Pub.  See her presentation for all the details and join us for one of our most favorite prompts!

Florida’s Fall

Just yesterday the geckos were
still hunting their night prey
under the illumination of the
porch light along the front
of the house. Before they can
shy away, I catch sight of them
flattened against the upper wall
high above the red, front door.

Just yesterday, I spied two toads
as I cleared away some weeds and
brush from plantings out front.

Just yesterday there were bees
buzzing around a small crop
of wildflowers that had bloomed
and formed an oasis of color
without any seeding from me.

Just yesterday a small mouse was
caught on the bird feeder;
determined, he stayed put as I
slowly approached. We eyeballed
each other until his nerves folded
and he scampered up and away
through the boughs of the ligustrum.

Just yesterday the roses were in full
blossom, red, pink, nearly white and
yellow stretching their thorny branches
against the wall and up the arbors that
help support their lanky, heavily
budded limbs.

Just yesterday, the bushy-tailed,
elusive fox was spotted fishing a frog
from the overflowed ditch that runs
behind all the houses. He paused long
enough that I could watch for a few short
minutes and then he vanished under cover
into the wooded, overgrown lot next door.

Just yesterday I came across the black
racer, moving quickly across my path,
eager to hide and disappear into the
wide hedge that lines the sidewalk.

Just yesterday the Mockingbird couple
chattered back and forth until one took
up its singing and the other chimed in
with quick chirps of admiration.

Just yesterday the humidity was at almost
saturation point, it might as well have been
rain that dampened my skin and frizzed my
hair. The afternoon thunderstorm cooled
the temperature but only added to the
heaviness of the air, the only relief–indoors.

But today the humidity has dropped and there’s
a slight chill during the early morning hours.
The sunlight has dimmed slightly and its heat
isn’t as fierce as it has been for several months.
There’s an almost imperceptible change afoot
perhaps only noticed by those who have
lived in these parts for decades…yes, fall has
arrived, I’m sure of it.

Join me at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night.  Choose any one poem that you would like to share.

I Miss You

Royalty free image from Bing

Royalty free image from Bing

I miss you. I miss your colors, sights, smells and sounds, your breath and lively energy.  Even your grittiness, those dark places that were avoided, added depth and meaning to my stay there.  I was advised, don’t wear your fine jewelry on the subway, at least where it can be seen…you’re setting yourself up to be robbed.  Once, a desperate, gun-wielding madman invaded our restaurant on Mass Ave. and demanded money.  While everyone else froze, my husband was the only one with the presence of mind to follow his orders.  My friends told stories of being mugged in your dank, piss-smelling alleys but somehow you always held me safely among your teeming citizens, your seasons, your unrest or calm.

delicate petals
emerge from unlikely
source, contrast sings

Bjorn is our host for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.  The pub opens Monday at 3PM EST.    Read his presentation for all the details and join us.

The Times They Have Changed

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown Accept it soon, you’ll be drenched to the bone…”The Times They Are A-Changin’” by Bob Dylan

oh, the road is impassable
and there’s no light ahead
bleakness has grown
and leadened our eyes

deserts have spread
over this land
water is scarce
and common sense too

we’re back where we
started so very long ago…
misogyny is alive and sickening
bigotry has become pathological

no one blinks at wars and unrest
the worst is the killing of our spirits
but no one notices as they slowly
slip away, replaced by rampant indifference

the good and merciful
are no longer valued
they’re seen as weak,
coddling freaks

nature was where
we once could worship
but our greedy ways
diminished it to nothing

a sterile world
is what we have left
because small-minded
people thought they knew best

Bjorn is our host for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets. Head over there to read his presentation on our prompt for the day. Bob Dylan is in the spotlight for winning the Nobel Prize for Literature 2016.

There’s a Silver Lining Here Somewhere

Picture from Bing Photos Public Domain; Quote by Don Marquis

Picture from Bing Photos Public Domain; Quote by Don Marquis

I feel cut loose
when things get
uncomfortable or
maybe I get too
close. My happy
mood is now
shadowed
by wondering
(w)here
I stand. Cryptic
messages cloud
the joy I once felt.

I used to turn the
blame to myself
so readily…no more.

Join us at dVerse Poets where Kim Russell presents our Quadrille Monday for us.  Head over there to learn the details; the doors open at 3PM EST.

Cattleya

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

I had been tending this orchid for over a year. It was in full bloom when I bought it but it hadn’t bloomed since.  It was hanging in the dappled shade of our small courtyard and I was fertilizing it regularly with an orchid food.  It was receiving the afternoon rains during this hot and humid summer and had been putting out strong, fresh green leaves.  As I puttered around my mostly, potted plants one day and glanced over at that dormant orchid, what I thought were new leaf pods had put forth large, double-twin fragrant blooms!  Joy!

fireflies spark the night
breeze lifts summer kimono
quiet hush echos

Grace is our host for Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub, 3PM EST.  Please see her presentation for all the details on this fun form!

Observations on Pottery

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

an inaudible hum
dull, slow, rings
around the rosy,
molded earth
inconsequential
 
beauty from the
inside emerges
to the out
eyes behold
whether a sigh
or a scream
 
roughened spots
amongst the smooth
fingers trace the
artist’s soul
 
shapes etched into
its surface, colors
applied in minute
detail
 
fire
brings it to life
 
one-of-a-kind
like stars,
fingerprints,
your face

Bjorn instructs us on Cubism at dVerse Poets.  Please join us for this interesting and informative prompt!

The Visitation

Photo Bing Images; Thick Fog

Photo Bing Images; Thick Fog

Darkness envelops
as if a deep fog has
settled in a valley,
taking my light
draining my mood.
Anxiety rushes in
to make things
a little more
interesting.
How long this time
will the Shadow lurk
and hold me fast
with her gripping claws?

De is our host at dVerse Poet’s Pub for our Monday Quadrille prompt.  Head on over there for all the details!

Birds of a Feather Flock Together

Photo by:  Karl E. Holland, 1975; Peacock crossing on Genius Drive, Winter Park, FL

Photo by: Karl E. Holland, 1975; Peacock crossing on Genius Drive, Winter Park, FL

I seem to have a connection to peacocks. They’ve been a part of my life since I was a small girl and my mother would drive us kids to a neighborhood in Winter Park to a dirt road where Hugh and Jeanette McKean had made their home on Genius Drive.  Hugh had been a former president of nearby Rollins College and Jeanette was the granddaughter of the founder of the Morse Museum.  They brought the first pair of peacocks to their property and as the numbers grew, they allowed the public to drive slowly along the winding road through an old orange grove that was their home.  At their peak they numbered into the 100s.  Eventually the property became Genius Reserve, a preservation area.

Many years later when I moved to Coconut Grove in Miami, I again landed in a neighborhood where peacocks roamed freely. I wrote a humorous story on an intimate relationship that I had with one of those birds.  You can read it here.  They’re very loud and their cries could be heard throughout the area.  The males are the beauties of course and when they spread their tail feathers out in full array, they are astonishing to behold.  Colors of iridescent green, turquoise, dark and light blues, browns and yellows add up to a brilliant display.

Later, after I had divorced, my youngest daughter and I shared an apartment not far from the wildlife preserve of my youth. And much to my surprise, I again had encounters with these astounding animals…even, on occasion, having to brake and wait as they crossed the road in front of my car.  I’ve marveled at my association with these birds throughout the years and somehow feel some sort of synchronicity in it all.

an air of sameness
blows gently through the orange grove
birds and human dance

Peacock display; Bing Photos

Peacock display; Bing Photos

Victoria is our Poetics host over at dVerse and asks us to write on the topic of feathers.  Head over there to read her full presentation and to add your link!

Mujo; a Haibun

moonflowers

Moonflowers by Nampu Katayama; Bing Images

These days my heart is aflutter and excitement is coursing through my every cell it seems. I feel almost electric and distracted at times too.  There is a strong memory of these feelings from my past and yet in a way I’m more in control of my faculties than I was before.  Perhaps it’s because I realize the impermanence of relationships.  No-thing lasts forever but I’m ready to take advantage of what has presented itself and to see where it goes and I along with it for however long it lasts…and enjoy the journey.

summer’s moon flower
wilts as the days grow shorter
refreshing breeze stirs

Toni is our host for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.  Join us as we explore this Japanese form and write on change or impermanence.

Rumpelstiltskin; a Clerihew

rumpel-spinning-wheel

Picture of Rumpelstiltskin; Bing Images

To read the fairy tale of Rumpelstiltskin, click here.

Lillian, I took up your challenge for a Rumpelstiltskin Clerihew!

You’re a cad, Rumpelstiltskin
though you offer your services to spin,
and a young girl trusts that you’re good
karma caught up with you just as it should!

Try your hand at a new form called the Clerihew over at dVerse Poets!

Clerihew; dVerse Form For All

 

genewilder

Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”; Photo Bing Images

Gene Wilder
comic supreme no wiser
just watch “Young Frankenstein”
as he continues his bloodline
 
Tropical Storm Julia
you danced around us with a hula
Just another fews days of rain
Florida shakes it off with no pain

jackbenny                                                             Jack Benny;  Photo on Pinterest
 
Do ya’ll remember Jack Benny?
He was a man who loved to pinch a penny.
Perpetually thirty nine
he was a master of the pause…and punchline.

Join me today over at dVerse where I present another new form to play with.  The pub’s doors open at 3PM EST.

Demanding Cursor

That cursor blinking,
blinking, blinking,
a demand to write
something. It’s up to me
to appease this beast.

I think it’s patient
though, it will
keep blinking
forever
if I let it.

Remembering a time
when my mind opened fully,
my stories wrote themselves.

Victoria is our host at dVerse for our Quadrille prompt today.  Head over there to read her presentation for all the details!

Keeper of Secrets

You are the keeper of my secrets
that have been whispered in the dead
of night when no one else would
hear. I’ve turned my eyes to you,
my benevolent mother, for the
safety I’ve never felt elsewhere.
You’ve never betrayed me and have
never looked at me with reproach.

You held me in your grace all those many
years ago when I stared up into your
glowing, quiet face in the wee hours of
the morning, searching for comfort.
Together we heard the distant train
making its way through town,
a drawn-out mournful call that only the
alone could hear. You let my tears fall
freely without admonishment.

Your steadiness is dependable and
the tides dance in and out, ebbing
and flowing at your bidding…your
strength disguised by your humility.

Your gentle smile showers love through
the cosmos, limitless and enveloping
I feel the energy pulsating your cool
glow, spreading serenity.

The stars blink in silver and gold as
your reflection sparkles in their eyes.
Eons of light flows in waves
within this universal hum.

It reaches my ears and with closed eyes I join you in a calming chant of om.

Grace prompts us to write of the moon at dVerse Poets.

A Day Like No Other

It was a day like no other
because it had never been
before. There had never
been a sky like this.
There were less leaves
on the gnarled oak.

Slowly the days dim
and grow shorter and
as summer fades, an
imperceptible hint
of fall teases in a breeze.

De is our host for Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets.  Won’t you join us in writing a 44 word poem?  See De’s presentation for the details of this fun challenge!

Meeting the Bar; Tanka

wind of dawning spring
caresses our naked forms
intertwined we sleep
the waterfall’s basin fills
overflowing like our love

Toni instructs us on the beauty of the Japanese tanka form over at dVerse Poets Pub.  Come give it a try!

The Portal

Photo of pink depression era glass jar:  Bing Photos

Photo of pink depression era glass jar: Bing Photos

It came to me in
repeated dreams:
Keep them in a
contained portal
and when you
are in need
open it and
let them be
(come).
My wishes,
hopes and
yearnings
are held within
a pink, tinted jar,
ready and waiting
for happy beginnings.

Bjorn is back from his hiatus and hosts our Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets…please join us!

Linger

Photo by Gayle Rose; Hibiscus Bloom

Photo by Gayle Rose; Hibiscus Bloom

How quick we are
And impatient
We’ve become
So many in a hurry
Their lives in a flurry
Gone the stillness
Of a moment to be
To linger and tarry
Examine and wonder
Such a loss, such a shame
There’s so much to ponder
To see the beauty
To notice around us
Myriad small joys
Abounding among us
Take a moment, won’t you
Slow yourself down
Nature especially
Can bring us around
It’s the simplicity of life
That connects us to see

Join me this afternoon as I host Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.  Link up any one poem of your choice to share.

Sapphire Sky

Born under a sapphire sky in early September,
fresh wash hung drying by a light, fall breeze that day,
birds vied for seeds from a feeder and a cat laid curled in the sun.
 
The house kept five of us now and the backyard was our playground.
Two of us would sit on the back steps, perusing the loftiness of the
Australian Pine, the shapes in the clouds and the back woods.
 
This beauty was in deep contrast to the darkening, indigo storm within.

De is our host for Poetics over at dVerse Poets Pub…come join us for a mid summer prompt.

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