Each thought is a dab on the canvas of life,
Expressing and coloring sweetness or strife.
It’s something like nothing within our control–
And thinking affects body, mind, and our soul.
O artist, choose carefully, consciously, wise,
While daily creating your portrait of life!
—
My Quadrille in response to De’s “dab” prompt at
dVerse.
Simple in nature
Yet difficult for people,
To release… Let go!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 340 Release and Simple.
O that our hearts of polished stone
Would ride like cowboys in the night!
Come quickly now to help just one
And stay until the morning light!
With mind and spirit shining bright
And body comforted by touch,
We’d feel less lonely in our plight.
I don’t believe I ask too much!
O Rocky Mountains, deep in tone,
Give us your song of strength and might!
Help all remember, small and grown,
That each one has a place in life!
And whether ag-ed or a sprite,
Compassion true is not a crutch.
A gift of love, the heart’s delight!
I don’t believe I ask too much!
O that our hearts of polished stone
Would ride like cowboys in the night!
Come quickly now to help just one
And stay until the morning light!
With mind and spirit shining bright
And body comforted by touch,
We’d feel less lonely in our plight.
I don’t believe I ask too much!
O Prince of Peace, You, Love and Light!
Let us release the fear we clutch!
And open to Your loving sight–
I don’t believe I ask too much!
—
This is a
Ballade
written for Linda Kruschke’s weekly
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt.
PSA: If you, like me, cannot read text in images, click the Ballade link above for a written explanation and examples of the form.
Lotus grows in mud.
Child improves despite hardship.
Courage blesses both!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 339 CHILD and Grow.
Change is bound to come!
Sway along in winds, as trees.
Progress is the Way.
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 338 BOUND and Sway.
This carol is based on the 1863 poem, “Christmas Bells,” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When sung, the two stanzas pertaining to the American Civil War are omitted. However, you can read the full poem
here.
I hope you enjoy this carol, sung and played on ukulele and Oriole soprano recorder!
There is a Light, a tiny spark,
A miracle we can behold!
So simple, yet it’s brave and bold
And dims not, even in the dark.
How we can miss its micro mark!
But still it burns quite near, not far–
So close we cannot see the Star…
It’s placed within us to provide
The Light we need to see, to guide.
We must re-learn: It’s who we are!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 37: (STAR) in the C rhyme line.
Open to solace,
Curled in Winter’s resting time.
Hybernate and heal.
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 337 OPEN and Solace.
Do I believe in fairies?
After all, I’ve never seen, heard or felt them.
Yet I believe in goodness,
Hope, love, and music,
Even when I don’t feel them.
And I believe in the sunrise,
Though I’ve never seen it.
I believe in inspiration,
Life, creativity, gratitude…
Acknowledgment brings awareness.
Do I believe in fairies?
Yes! I believe I do!
—
Written for
MLMM Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – Fairies.
Nature thrives on hope!
Evergreens keep their branches and color,
even when other leaves have fallen away.
Ferns blanket forest floors,
offering a soft bed, warm covering,
to all who need it.
Mountain peaks rise high above
dark valleys of this world,
reminding us… We, too, shall rise!
Hope can be a lost balloon,
perhaps stolen by a gargoyle
in the darkness, when we’re not looking.
And, when we’re not looking,
we find it in a bento box,
wrapped neatly for our opening!
Only limited by
the Boundary Waters of our awareness,
Nature thrives on hope!
—
Written for Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #50.
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