Tag Archives: poetry

growing anticipation

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lean into each day
not racing to be the first
rather
in eagerness to explore

anticipation1

reach ever higher
not to claim more than others
rather
to stretch your understanding

anticipation2

take time for catnaps
restore soul and sanity
and
allow new dreams to unfold

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The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Anticipation

reaffirmation (renewed horizons)

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sometimes
constructive outcomes
rely on
destructive beginnings

glass is broken
then reassembled into
new and creative forms

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grass lays dormant
trees are stripped of leaves or
frozen in winter winds
only to reawaken in spring
for new and vibrant growth

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structures are gutted
rendered useless
until labor and skill restore them
to even greater
utility and beauty

f3

we are tested
in times of turmoil
beaten down and disillusioned, but

we won’t be broken
we won’t lie dormant
we won’t allow our strengths to
be rendered useless

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we are creative
we are vibrant
we are useful
and beautiful

we’ll move ahead
constructively
because that is how
we grow

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: New Horizon
“[S]how us something that you want to achieve [in the New Year]… imagine your new horizons.”

For me, I hope the new year brings more creative opportunities in working with stained glass, landscaping my yard and do-it-yourself projects in my home. And I hope to continue to grow and find new ways of using my strengths to contribute in building a better world.

Speechless Thursday

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weep

“On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”

~ H. L. Mencken (1880-1956)

As yet I cannot comprehend 
     the ills that have been ordained,
          nor how they came to be,
               nor how anyone justifies these creeds.

As yet I cannot see a way
to fight these ills that threaten me,      
     that threaten us,
          and our children
               and their children,
and this innocent Earth
     with the bounty she so selflessly shares
          while we systematically poison her.

As yet I cannot rightly communicate
my utter, utter dismay.

So for today
     as I struggle to comprehend,
         as I struggle for words,
              as I struggle to fathom a response,

I will honor my speechlessness
     and I will weep.

Five poems, five lines, five syllables

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ONE
osprey standing proud
wind-ruffled feathers
sharp beak, sharp talons
sharp eyes watch for prey
owning this river

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TWO
most call you a weed
I see a flower
most would destroy you
I pick your seed head
make a wish and blow

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THREE
I wish I could feel
the stories you’ve lived
touch your rough ridges
ascertain your truths
splinters withstanding

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FOUR
february lull
deserted branches
streets stripped of traffic
evergreen signals
drive us into spring

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FIVE
skating on thin ice
isn’t as dire as
it’s cracked up to be
if the ice holds, it’s
icing on the cake

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The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Numbers