A pattering, sprinkling drizzle at first,
Becoming a torrent, a downpour that burst
From clouds of the fluffiest, puffiest kind,
Restoring my body, renewing my mind;
My heart, an oasis, is blessed from above,
To blossom and grow in the rain of your love.
—
A Quadrille for NaPoWriMo day 10, in response to the “drizzle” prompt from Mish at
dVerse.
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Wishing all of you a blessed Palm Sunday, wherever you are! I must say, the closest this song comes to the occasion is a tropical theme, but a fun song anyway. 🙂
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
1. Love is a coconut
Wrapped in a shell so tough
Cracking it wide
There’s sweetness inside
Love is a coconut.
2. Love is a tidal wave
Enter it and be brave
Washing you clean
Of what you have been
Love is a tidal wave.
So give a little
To get a lot
It’s the best investment
That this world has got!
3. Love is a burning fire
Feeding a deep desire
Passion awakes
A beautiful change
Love is a burning fire.
4. Love is the breath of life
Keeping you day and night
Make it your own
When you’re building a home
‘Cause love is the breath of life.
So give a little
To get a lot
It’s the best investment
That this world has got!
5. Love is the voice that sings
Giving your heart its wings
Finding the words
Unspoken and heard
Love is the voice that sings.
Repeat 1.
Love is a coconut (Twice).
The windows are wanting a dusting;
They can’t see a thing through the dirt.
And none but the birds are rejoicing.
Their view is a little bit hurt.
The windows are wanting a shower,
The grit and the grime piled high.
The birds who can’t see their reflections
Are keeping their gaze to the sky.
The windows are wanting a cleaning,
The curtains depressed in the gloom.
And carried on wings of the springtime,
The birds are suspecting their doom.
The windows are wanting their changes;
The birds, bless their buttons, confide:
“We don’t want our ending beginning
In windows that shimmer with pride!”
—
My attempt at anthropomorphism for Lillian’s prompt at
dVerse.
I’m not sure it hits the spot, but I’m proud of its poetics. 😮 Also a great one for NaPoWriMo day 4.
You want to shoot foxes
and don’t care about rescuing old, tired donkeys.
You see starving children on TV,
and your heart doesn’t skip a beat.
But when that person sings,
you know who I mean,
your heart opens,
and you get a little teary-eyed.
It takes all kinds
of people and animals
to create this
world of variety we call home!
Even though you want to shoot foxes
and don’t care about rescuing old, tired donkeys,
you’re one of the good ones!
And I love you for it!
—
For NaPoWriMo day 3, I’m reminded there’s all manner of good in this world! Just because people care about different things than we do, doesn’t make them lesser people. You never know… Sometimes we can even learn to love them! 😀
I saw it
I smelled it
I knew what it was…
Hovering hovering,
My wings going BUZZ!
The flower
The color
A nectar so sweet…
But what of this other?
Taking a treat?
I heard it
I felt it
I didn’t know why…
The music had drawn me
From searching the sky.
I found it
I passed it
Without any harm…
The red head kept making
The music of song.
I saw it
I smelled it
I knew what it was…
Hovering hovering,
My wings going BUZZ!
—
An experience I’ve never forgotten, written from the hummingbird’s perspective. For
dVerse Poetics.
(The Sun Will Rise Again)
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Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
1. God put the sun in the sky, high,
Dividing the day from the night light.
Darkness so deep doesn’t fly by,
But the sun will rise again.
Refrain:
2. When you don’t feel the love above,
All that you know is the push and shove.
Dark is the soul till the dawn comes,
When the sun will rise again.
Refrain:
3. Christ is the Son in the sky, high,
And shining in you as a light so bright.
Ask him to see with a sight, right,
That the sun will rise again.
Refrain:
‘Cause You will see the sun again,
No matter what and where you’ve ever been.
You know it can’t be hidden long,
So sing your solar power song!
Refrain:
You will see the sun again,
No matter what and where you’ve been.
You know it can’t be hidden long,
So sing your solar power song!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Enjoy these
Limericks
inspired by two of Ireland’s State symbols, the shamrock and the Celtic harp, plus love and Spring for good measure!.
A shamrock so lovely and fair
I tuck in the locks of my hair.
It shines in the sun,
And two hearts are one
As loving and living we share.
The harp plays a music divine,
Entwining our hearts, yours and mine.
A melody rings;
Together we sing
In love so much sweeter than wine.
Is envy the color of green?
Perhaps, but there’s more to be seen.
A blessing so pure
When love is reborn
Anew by the dew of the Spring!
Wind howls through my mind,
tearing a treacherous path,
driving, destroying, demolishing…
The calm, cultivated landscape
erodes before me.
What can this mean?
What’s next?
A breeze speaks whisperingly
of a land too close to see.
“Come…”
And through the howling wind,
I go.
—
Quadrille, 44 words excluding title, containing some form of “whisper.” This one also goes for De’s challenge of “whisperingly.” Try your own and enjoy others at
dVerse.
I’ve been to a temple, a grand cathedral, and not noticed its splendor. Yes, so unaware was I that in the face of beauty, I saw nothing unusual. I’ve been there so often that I pass it by, heedless of what really happens within its walls. But today, or so it seems, the temple veil is lifted! And I see the beauty, the splendor, the blessing of this temple and cathedral that is mine.
bliss of nature shines
Spirit taking form in me
as body temple
—
Written for Toni’s Haibun Monday Free for All at
dVerse.
He asked me,
“Will you join me
in the garden?”
In turning my head,
I turned away.
He asked me,
“Will you help me
in the garden?”
And my inaction
was action enough.
He asked me,
“Are you peaceful
in the garden?”
And the light of truth
lit up my mind.
He asked me,
“Are you happy
in the garden?”
And without question,
I knew I wouldn’t be without.
I asked him,
“May I join you
in the garden?”
The scene changed
When I saw the change in me.
I asked him,
“May I help you
in the garden?”
As the seasons pass,
may I pass on the harvest!
I ask you,
“Will you join me
in the garden?”
For the whole of Life
is whole in you!
—
A second response to Kim’s garden prompt, linked up with
dVerse OpenLinkNight #184, where Grace is hosting.
OLN is a fabulous free-for-all (i.e. there’s no set prompt). So stop by and read and/or share one poem of your own! You never know what gems you’ll discover here!
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