Category Archives: Poetry

A Hummingbird Visits

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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.

Airborne Quandary

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PSST…
Come closer…
Closer…
Don’t tell anyone…
I am full of hot air.
The less I speak,
the more I have.
What a quandary!
I won’t waste it
spreading gossip like the plague.
So I channel it
into balloons,
contaminating everyone
with colorful wishes!

—
My response to De’s “balloon” Quadrille prompt. Come join us, read, write, and comment at
dVerse,
where all are welcome!

Love Springs

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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!

Related

Good to Be Green

Shattered Heart

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My shattered heart rains pieces on all who dare to touch it.
Broken by dreams, doubts, dread, and the debris of drama.
Taken by love, life, loads, burdens, and by laughter.
All who dare to touch my heart shatter it,
Breaking it open like the clouds that bring Spring rains,
Only to leave the brilliant sun in their wake…
My shattered heart rains pieces on all who dare to touch it…
Pieces of love, blessed by tears, strengthened by sorrow, eroded by extraordinary miracles
Of life!

—
My prose poem for Franks prompt at
dVerse.

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Lost Heart

True Story

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I bustled away
from table today,
confronting a matter of mind…
Whatever forgot
I sought on the spot,
relaxing and tea undermined.

On later return
the table emerged,
my hunger and thirst unprepared…
Forsaken repast
and teatime had passed.
So ghostly, I toasted despair!

—
Quite a Quadrille for Kim’s “ghost” prompt at
dVerse.
Join us! It’s amazing what you can do with 44 words!

Reaching

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We always reach for the next big thing.
A place to belong and some meaning to bring.
A cause to campaign for, a light on the scene.
Contentment is something to get, not to be.
We reach for the brass ring, while dawn breaks–unseen!

—
My response to Björn’s Quadrille prompt using the word “dawn.” Come join us, read, and comment at
dVerse.

Spirit of Truth

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If you received this post by email, click the URL to hear this song.

A song of the Divine Feminine, Holy Breath, Shekhina–the Holy Spirit. In Essence, She and we are One; so this is an affirmation.

Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele

I love as you love.
I give as you give.
I turn as you turn.
I live as you live.

I know as you know.
I form as you form.
I bless as you bless.
I warm as you warm.

For you are me,
And I am you,
The manifesting
Spirit of Truth!

I breathe as you breathe.
I flow as you flow.
I work as you work.
I glow as you glow.

I love as you love.
I give as you give.
I turn as you turn.
I live as you live.

For you are me,
And I am you,
The manifesting
Spirit of Truth!

You are me,
And I am you,
The manifesting
Spirit of Truth!

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Mother-Love

My First Weaver

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The woman was a weaver;
I didn’t know her name.
But then at only 5 years old,
The fascination came.

She sat up straight and sturdy,
The bench just right to reach.
And taking shuttle back and forth,
Her hand began to teach.

I know she pressed the treadles
And showed me cloth that grew.
And with a lesson now forgot,
She made a weaver too!

The woman was a weaver;
I didn’t know her name.
But many years a weaver now,
I thank her all the same!

—
My response to Kim’s Artisan prompt at
dVerse.

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The Weaver’s Prayer

Threads of Creativity

Shuttle: A Tool for Change

Wild Wind

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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.

To Be Fit

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To center myself through the day,
I let all the world fall away…
My whole consciousness
curls into itself,
disarming the furious fray.

Amazing well-being I find,
curls out of the Infinite Mind.
With sweetest success,
abundantly blessed,
from chaos to vision so kind!

—
More
Limerick-style
stanzas here, this time in response to the first Quadrille of 2017. Björn’s prompt is “curl.” Try one of your own, and read responses over at
dVerse.