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
Small Stones, Day 20
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The caress of the sky
against the misty hills,
the way the hills fold
across earth
like a quilt
each tree, individual,
a brush stroke
the trees, en masse,
a canvas
for the light
this day makes it hard to believe
in deserts
Snow – 6
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frost seed-heads wander on brittle wind, becoming blankets of chill whiteness
© Freya Pickard 2014
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.
Silently I Creep January 2014
Silently I creep
Down the crowded corridors of my mind,
Tentatively toying with the doorknobs
of rooms containing suppressed memories.
I hear them
Like an overbooked hotel, whispering
Eager to crowd the hallways
In hopes of recognition and validation.
Restlessly I slumber
Unwilling to commit, I strain to decipher
Reluctant to open a door recalling
Malaise, despair or buried pain
The alarm sounds
Silently I face the clock, the murmurs fade
I throw back the covers,
Relieved that choice is gone.
Art: Anthony Gromley
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.
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