Photo used by permission by Mish; All Rights Reserved
Dried sky looks
down on dusty
My feet scuff
along and kick
up tiny, grey
off in the distance
are mere mirages.
They look like
could rain from
them but nothing
much ever does.
No, don’t bother
looking to the
This is the way
of these parts.
It looks like what
I imagine a barren,
faraway planet might
What alien life-
forms can survive
such harsh elements?
Only the most
attuned who can see
how life can thrive
within this perfect
balance and those
who don’t waste
Join us at dVerse Poets with our host Mish who inspires us to write on the Southwest.
Posted by Bodhirose on May 3, 2016
Photo Public Domain; Bing Images
I was on my way to my
friend Patsy’s house
and my favorite mode
of locomotion seemed
to be skipping. It was
such a joyful way to
get from A to B.
She and I liked to skip
rope too…holding hands
and giggling wildly.
Toni is our host for Quadrille Monday where we write an entire poem in exactly 44 words and use the word “skip” or any variant. Come join our fun! dVerse will open its doors at 3PM EST.
Posted by Bodhirose on May 2, 2016
with eyes gently closed
third eye streaming energy
I feel the river
my mind loose and free, follows
its path, moves downstream
flow is effortless and calm
eddy of water
catches twigs, leaves and debris
trapped but not knowing struggle
they dislodge and float onward
all moves as it should
no tension is inherent
nothing impedes its
progress, even whilst frozen
Join us at dVerse Poets for Open Link Night beginning on Thursday at 3PM EST with our host Victoria. Pick any one poem of your choosing!
Posted by Bodhirose on April 27, 2016
Photo by Susan Judd used by permission; All Rights Reserved
During a budding spring day, hiking among the scrub along a trail in one of our nature preserves nearby, I realized I was seeing the vestiges of winter even though her presence had been mild and rainy this season. Browned, brittle leaves covered the path and beyond. Small twigs and limbs had been shed from the surrounding live oaks most likely resulting from one of our blustery storms that had blown through. Some of the leaves were just beginning their renewal on the trees after being dormant through our short winter.
And as I further scanned the forest floor my eye caught a most delicate and fragile creation. I had seen these before and I’ve always been struck by the intricate, lacy designs left after a leaf or flower has disintegrated during its natural decline. Nothing had yet destroyed its beauty in this frail state. Yes, beauty was present even in this advanced stage of transformation.
nature in constant
flux, beginnings and endings
snapshots of beauty
Join us at dVerse Poets as we enjoy another Haibun Monday with Susan Judd as our guest co-host with Bjorn where she shares her wonderful photography as inspiration.
Posted by Bodhirose on April 25, 2016
It rained last night at Paisley Park,
tears fell too when the lightning struck.
Your time cut short, too quickly plucked,
a Princely man whose life went dark.
You colored us purple in stark
relief of the grief we’re feeling–
colorless, bleak, muted keening.
You reigned supreme, a gentle soul
of brilliant talent, eyes of coal.
It rained last night at Paisley Park.
Join me at dVerse Poets as we learn the decima, a Latin American form.
Posted by Bodhirose on April 22, 2016
You were easy to vilify
with your detached and selfish ways
and your clenched jaw and eyes ablaze,
but your life was your own deny,
Dad. Years of pain were amplified
by you; no soft place was offered.
But my worth totally shattered
because you also had been hurt
by a man detached, cold and curt,
alone where no love was proffered.
Join me at dVerse Poets for Meeting the Bar, Thursday 3PM EST where we try a Latin American poetry form called the décima.
Posted by Bodhirose on April 20, 2016
Out on the back nine,
just about to the last
hole, I felt a twinge
in my back. I’m sure
that last vigorous
twist I made to send
my ball flying down
the fairway did more
than I bargained for.
Sciatica pain for weeks…
Join Grace as she hosts our seventh Quadrille prompt to use the word “twist” and a word count of exactly 44 words…no more or less at dVerse Poets. The link is open all week.
Posted by Bodhirose on April 19, 2016
Decades before the gathering
of our peoples onto reservations,
Grandfather knew of what was to come.
There seemed to be an urgency in
his voice as we sat together to
listen ever closer to the myths
and legends of our people who
settled these parts. We paid heed
to our tribe’s elder with rapt
attention. He reminded us of
Breath-Maker who is our creator
and told of his home, and our
afterlife, in the Milky Way.
He told us of Little Giver
who gifts us with corn which
is crucial to our livelihood
and how we should
always express our gratitude.
Too we are always taught to
give thanks to the animals who
sacrifice their lives for us.
And we make sure that we use as
much of their bodies as we can
so nothing is wasted or disregarded.
All creatures, all those who fly,
slither, hop, grunt, squeak or
peep are a revered part of our lives.
Our lives intertwine with all beings.
For thousands of years we native
people lived in peace and harmony with
the land, waters and animals. Our
legends speak of respect for nature.
The Seminoles believe that if the
earth declines and dies so will we.
We’re working hard to help our
Mother thrive and regain her health.
We knew well before the white man
how to leave a small footprint upon this earth.
Our guest host Stacy invites us to write on Folk Tales over at dVerse Poets. Please join us!
Posted by Bodhirose on April 19, 2016
Am I awake?
In a dream?
Or in between?
If we each create our own reality
what is fantasy? Isn’t all of life fanciful?
Where does “reality” have a place in this whimsical life?
I sometimes ponder these questions but the answers lie within each of us.
Lillian is our guest host at dVerse Poets for Poetics where we muse on fantasy.
Posted by Bodhirose on April 12, 2016
With a light-hearted humming
she packed, cleaned the house and then waited for the taxi.
Life as she had known it was coming to an end.
In the hallway mirror she admired
the brooch she was wearing with matching earrings and necklace.
She thought to herself, “He always had good taste when it came to jewelry.”
She gazed outside beyond the barn to the freshly packed dirt under the sycamore.
De is our host at dVerse for Meeting the Bar. We explore the Sevenling; come join us!
Posted by Bodhirose on April 7, 2016
The effect is subtle
at first but then the
until my entire
vision is obscured
by jagged lights much
like lightning bolts.
I couldn’t fathom
what might be causing
this…was I going blind?
No, I found, they
are ocular migraines.
Join us at dVerse today for our sixth Quadrille where we use the word “shimmer” in our 44 word poem with Victoria as our host.
Posted by Bodhirose on April 4, 2016
O Great Mountain, steadfastly composed; how refined is your presence
You play among the clouds yet your feet are planted firmly
Under moonlight your peaks shadow deep, mysterious visions
The condor knows your heights; it too graceful, majestic and proud
Aloft on cold, crisp breezes, a feather gently rides the currents
A snow leopard prowls invisible; blue sheep bleat through the blizzard
Join us at dVerse Poets as Lynn prompts us on mountains for Poetics.
Posted by Bodhirose on March 29, 2016
Cherry blossoms around the Tidal Basin, Washington, DC; Photo Public Domain
Issa–“Under the cherry blossoms,
Thousands of people are perambulating the Tidal Basin, all gathered for one auspicious event, the blossoming of the cherries. This year the date was forecast by the National Park Service arborists as March 25, 2016 as the peak date for the blossoming in Washington, D.C. The flowers don’t last but for a few days so it is of utmost importance to view them as close to peak as possible. The peak bloom day is when roughly 70% of the flowers will be open. The flowers begin white and gradually turn pink. Sometimes three days later the blossoms will begin to fall and cover the ground beneath as if with a delicate-petaled snowfall…the trees making way for their budding green leaves.
People ooh and ah, pointing and smiling at nature’s extravagance. Festivities include art showings, picnics, and some hire professional photographers to have engagement photos taken, family or portrait photos done with the cherry blossoms. There’s a feeling of camaraderie and joy in the air and reverence too as some of the trees are over a century old.
new beginnings spring
heralded by pink flowers
soft breeze petals fall
Toni hosts our haibun Monday today at dVerse. Our topic is cherry blossoms and spring.
Posted by Bodhirose on March 28, 2016
the bougainvillea bursts with blooms
fuchsia deepens the shadowed thorns
mockingbird chants song to the morn
it cares not for the headline’s gloom
joy fills her heart, sets her apart
from the troubles outside that loom
sturdy perch that flowers adorn
the bougainvillea bursts with blooms
Join us at dVerse Poets as Victoria instructs us on the Octain Refrain for Meeting the Bar.
Posted by Bodhirose on March 24, 2016
Photo by Joan Thirlaway, Pinterest; Murmuration of Starlings
convenes the owls
set forth proof
of the ravens’
demand they explain
their behavior or face
a murder of crows.
Even the ostentation
of peacocks doesn’t
override the siege that
is felt by not only the
herons but by all the
shore birds, not least
of all a raft of ducks
which also include
those who are paddling.
The deceit of lapwings
will no longer be suffered!
And if it wasn’t for the
tidings of compassion
from the magpies, this
gathering could have
turned into an out-of-
control bevy of quail
(and we all know what
that can entail)!
A brood of hens,
one cast each of
hawks and falcons,
a congregation of
plovers and a colony
of penguins will hear
the testimony against
said ravens’ alleged
Murmurations will be
held to a minimum
by the starlings and
a host of sparrows
will keep tittering
under tight control.
chortles will be dealt
As the assembly
gathers and we
look around the
courtroom, we see
the skein of geese
gathered in the corner
quietly knitting away
as it helps them
contain their stress.
A bouquet of
added a sweet
aroma to the
something we direly
A kettle of hawks,
just off from riding
the thermals, watch
A decent descent
arrive and take their
seats that are made
of knotty pine,
Just a wisp of snipe
make their appearance,
shyly to the back row.
The larks excitedly
exaltation but are
by the muster of
storks whose sour
Hear ye, hear ye!
A flight of swallows
around the rafters
brings the court
to order, the
woodcocks fall silent
and the attorney
for the defense
begins his arguments.
Join us at dVerse Poets for Poetics as De invites us to write on the interesting names for groups of birds. I admit I went overboard and used her entire list!
Posted by Bodhirose on March 22, 2016
Photo: Bing Images; Public Domain
My meditation takes me deep.
I sense myself leaving my
earthbound body behind.
The causal body separates
and melts into the
into each pulsing particle
that makes up infinity.
I become bright light
and the spinning vortex
of Source welcomes
Join us over at dVerse where Grace invites us to write a Quadrille using the word “melt.”
Posted by Bodhirose on March 21, 2016
“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” ― Mark Twain
Most days and to most people, you only see the pleasant me, the one who smiles and agrees. I get along. I say yes. I nod and acquiesce. My shiny, bright moon side beams a happy aura out into the world and others smile back in kind. You prefer it this way.
But what you don’t want to see is my dark side kept hidden from sight. It’s cranky and sour, doesn’t believe what you say while you’re grinning that insincere grin. It wallows and cries and breeds more dismay as each turn of the earth creates feelings of lost worth. Pain increases my craters as my far side remains tucked safely away in the shadows.
winter dwells year round
where shadows darken the day
full moon half empty
Rajani is our host at dVerse for Haibun Monday (which lasts through Friday). Come join us!
Posted by Bodhirose on March 16, 2016
your casket awaits
tears blur my view of your hands
pale and still they rest
time for busyness has passed
fog veils the low hanging moon
Michelle (aka Mish) is our host at dVerse for Poetics and our prompt is “hands.” Please join us: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/15/poetics-can-you-give-me-a-hand/#comment-108042
Posted by Bodhirose on March 15, 2016
It’s not up to me whether you go or stay,
make up your own mind wherever it sits.
Perhaps we can take a break and go play
that game where we challenge our wits.
You know the one where we end up in fits
of laughter like we’re in our own comedy!
It’s tough when your thinking flits
from carefree to tragedy
and confusion takes reign. Let your eye
discriminate without pressure. You’re smart,
I have faith that you’ll be fine. Don’t cry
now, wipe your tears; your heart
is just too full of indecisive moans.
And before eating that peach, take out the stone!
Come join me at dVerse Poets for Meeting the Bar where I revisit the form of Bouts-Rimés. http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/10/bouts-rimes-revisted-meeting-the-bar/#comment-107853
Posted by Bodhirose on March 10, 2016
There he was
at the end of
I was nibbling
on the kids’
His furry face
move I made.
His teeth bared
in a sloppy, Sheltie grin.
Please join us in some Quadrille fun today as we write a poem using the word “grin” in 44 words, no more, no less. Bjorn is our host at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/07/quadrille-4/
Posted by Bodhirose on March 7, 2016
Just me and all those words,
one day I gathered them all up.
The words that had penetrated
my head and burrowed inside
deep, worked their way
around my common sense,
through my rational mind
and moved straight into
my doubts and all the ways
that I felt “less than” about
myself–just like you intended.
So at last I said, no more!
To all you words that I had given
power to, to swallow me up
and cut me down to size,
to niggle in the back of my mind
and make me wonder…is it true,
does he really know what’s
best for me and I don’t
have a clue? But finally I knew
the truth and I understood what
I had to do. You all had to go.
Just me and you, I took the
upper hand and lit that fire
and watched you smoke and
then the embers flew and the
edges of the paper where you
were placed singed brown
and eventually was consumed
by tiny flames eating their fill.
The letters swallow themselves
in seconds and just like that
my heart felt lighter, my body
let out a sigh of relief and
my soul smiled and was proud of me.
Mary is our host with Poetics today at 3PM EST at dVerse Poets and introduces writer, Naomi Shihab Nye, and asks us to choose one of her lines from her poem “Burning the Old Year.” I chose the opening line, “Letters swallow themselves in seconds.” http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/08/poetics-choose-a-line/#comment-107791
Posted by Bodhirose on March 7, 2016
That bright orb that wanes and waxes
and that’s held high in our sky,
giving us a sense of time passing by,
appears to us all no matter who we are.
The elite, the struggling, those depressed
or glad, young, old, or in-between and
even the dead are glowed upon consistent.
There’s no division, it cares not if
you’re thin, or black, or thick or have
luminescent skin, what politics or beliefs
you cling, if you’re dirty or clean.
Whether you’re armed and killing,
innocent or not, a thug or nun, chilled or hot.
It does its thing and you do yours,
its radiance pouring down with equality,
and constancy–we depending on its giving.
Is there a lesson here? Is there something
to be learned by the faithfulness and
equanimity of that orb that rises in our sky?
Join Abhra as he hosts Open Link Night at dVerse Poets today. Post any poem of your choosing!: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/03/open-link-night-167/
Posted by Bodhirose on March 3, 2016
It was the pale, aquamarine water that sparkled in the sun that just about took my breath away. So different than the east coast of Florida, the gulf waters are very unique. A week’s vacation in Naples, Florida became a magical experience for me.
My favorite tree, the Banyan, flourishes there and I had my photo taken under the largest one in the continental United States which can be found at the Edison-Ford Winter Estates in Fort Myers. Thomas Edison planted it in 1925 when it was just four feet and its diameter now reaches over an acre.
Photo Credit: Jypsee; Banyan Tree at the Edison-Ford Winter Estates, Fort Myers, FL
But add to that the day we walked along the shoreline and saw thousands of striking, six legged starfish in the shallow waters as far as we could see and then another day witnessed hundreds of stingrays swimming with their tiny “wings” breaking the surface of the gulf as they swam. We witnessed dozens of Brown Pelicans perched in pine trees along a stretch of beach one afternoon, clacking and barking, as they wrestled for space on a limb.
Photo: Google Free Image, Stingrays in the Gulf of Mexico, Florida
The beaches in that area are known for their incredible shells and I brought home many of them. Nature was at her peak during our visit there and I will never forget the gifts that she bestowed.
shells of days gone by
urchin, sea fan, scallops, conch
swelling waves bring more
Rajani invites us to share about travels for our latest Haibun at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2016/02/29/haibun-monday-8/
I’m also linking this to our guest host for Poetics, Matthew Henningsen’s post today: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/01/poetics-adventures-in-travelling/
Posted by Bodhirose on March 1, 2016
I raise a pint,
or three or more
and greet my
friends as they
we head home
well after dark.
and pool and
a cool bunch
for friendly bets.
I’m a good
it that I
pressures of life.
This is where
Victoria asks us to write a poem in the first person and use another persona (if we so wish) over at dVerse Poets for Meeting the Bar: http://dversepoets.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on February 25, 2016