Category: 2014
The Kiss of Dawn January 24 2014
The kiss of dawn with golden tinges
The door of morn on rosy hinges
A day birthed new~beckons me.
In silent awe I gaze on dawn light
Hoarding time in prayer to start right
Before the clamoring voices ~get wind of me.
Carpe Diem’s 2nd episode of the “Use that Quote” Challenge
Carpe Diem’s 2nd episode of the “Use that Quote” Challenge. The goal is to write a haiku, senryu, tanka or kyoka inspired on a given quote.
Today’s quote: “Forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair” ~~ Khalil Gibran
My Bare feet patter
Playfully scuffing the earth
Wind sifting through toes
Soaping away the Day January 2014
Leaning in, washing,
soaping away the day,
I broodingly eye the sudsy water …
coil and swirl down the drain,
taking the grime of life with it.
Is that weariness I see clinging to the
basin edges? I wipe it clean, loosening it’s grip
before it finds me again, re-settling.
Photo: Shutterstock
All Things New January 19 2014
There is no such thing as an old sunset.
Each brilliant stroke paints new opportunity,
reflecting hope for another day,
another chance to make things better.
24 hours to make a difference.
Behold all things new.
Easy To Be Gracious January 18 2014
It is easy to be gracious
On a sunny day.
People smile
And bask in the rays,
Pretending it is spring,
However, it’s still far away.
Coats flung open to the breezes
And splashing through puddles
Mindful of the moment
Content till it freezes.
In Memorium Barry Peachey 1955-2014 January 15 2014
In the quiet of my mind
I ponder Death.
I met him again today
Walking out the door with furniture,
Carrying away any memory of a man who
As quietly as he lived,
vacated life and the building.
I place a notice.
A suite is now available.
Don’t Let Them Rust Away January 15 2014
Don’t let friendships rust away,
like the vintage jalopy
stored back of the old barn,…
piously saved
for an inheritance of future glory,
only to have decomposed through lack of care.
Haiku Prompt #317 Grimace Jan 15 2014
Don’t make me grimace
Words not meant for me to hear
Said behind my back
Alive When Taken ~ January 14 2013
Alive when taken ~
Speaks of the flowers
Now imprisoned.
In a virtual world
Through the lens
Of someone’s pain.
Although the breath ~
Has forever faded
Their imprint remains.
To be admired
A balm indeed
for a beggared soul.
Photo~Lisa Sitch
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