Wherein
cracks reveal
spectacular beauty
of ordinary
life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #205: Cracks
Category Archives: Poetry
Play
Colorful leaves play
Chase in dappled fading light
Autumn swirling in
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #203: Play
Mothers
A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers
While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.
Fractured
A surreal world
Seventy miles of broken
Fractured by the wind
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #201: Fractured
Wheel
Wheel of time spinning
Autumn around the corner
Deciduous renascence
In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Contest #200: Wheels
Loss
Loss
The transformation
Of becoming another
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #199: Loss
Beacons
Delicate petals
Open in the morning sun
Beacons for a bee
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #198: Beacons
Father
You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language
You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers
Evenfall
Deep summer
The first night
Of singing locusts
Island
Once upon a time
We came across a waterfall
Hidden deep in the woods
Where we splashed and played
Like giddy children
In the argent liquid pools
And let the cool mist
Spray diamonds in our hair
Our warm embrace
A safe haven
As if the whole world
Was just this place
At just this time
Our own private island
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #196: Islands and @fromthelighthouse prompt: Once Upon a Time
