A small
miracle
Fragile
like an autumn leaf
A child’s
hand on mine
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Image credit: Google
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
"Words" (wordle poem)
~ Words ~
Austere
Hollow
Burnished
Brittle
from misuse
They
scrape my tongue and fall
But
do not leave
They
cling to me
With
flinty perseverance
Of
old barnacles
And
blur
And
weave
A
dense cocoon
Around
my soul
I
would have written
What
I want to say
But
all I have is chalk
That
does not last
On
the rough pavement
Drenched
in summer rain
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
"Doom" (poem)
A visual prompt from Margo Roby ("Wordgathering".)
This painting made me claustrophobic...
By Anna Ancher
~ Doom ~
Suffocating
In the
Emptiness of the
Space
With doors
Opening to a
Dead-end
With broken
Light seeping through
The
Tiny windows
Of my cell
The
Key’s on
The inside, but
There
Is no
Escape for me
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Monday, May 28, 2012
"Fallen" (poem)
It's a long holiday weekend, but first and foremost it's a day of remembrance.
Let us not forget.
* * *
A stunning visual prompt from Margo Roby (Wordgathering, Tuesday Tryouts)
Let us not forget.
* * *
A stunning visual prompt from Margo Roby (Wordgathering, Tuesday Tryouts)
Taken by Timothy H. O'Sullivan Type: Photography-Photoprint Medium:
albumen print mounted on paper Repository:Smithsonian American Art
Museum
~ Fallen ~
Lay them down in the fields of sweet barley and
rye,
Let them pause just a bit till they’re ready to
fly,
Don’t bend over them, don’t morn, don’t weep,
Don’t disturb their rest, let them sleep, let
them sleep.
They will gather their strength, and together
they’ll rise,
All like one they’ll take flight to the still paradise,
Where the children await, where the wives of
their own
They’ll embrace at the gate, where the fields lie
unmown.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Saturday, May 26, 2012
"Joy" (one more haiku :-)
Philosophizing
Obscures, like clouds – the Sun, the
Joy of existence
Live for the Love of it,
Image credit:
flickr.com
"Joy" (another haiku)
Wake up with song-birds
Sing praise to sunshine, partake
In everyday joy
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/2012/05/146-joy.html
Image credit:
http://newenglandsnarrowroad.wordpress.com/2009/09/22/sunrise-pink-sky-photos/
http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/2012/05/146-joy.html
Image credit:
http://newenglandsnarrowroad.wordpress.com/2009/09/22/sunrise-pink-sky-photos/
"Joy" (haiku)
Grab the garden hose -
Splashes of joy everywhere
Mixed with sunshine sparks
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Image credit:
http://www.123rf.com/
Sunday, May 20, 2012
"Perhaps" (wordle poem)
~ Perhaps ~
She
knows the secret now,
The
marrow of existence.
Perhaps
beyond the grief,
The
doom of massive strokes
And
broken hips,
Amidst
the soothing stillness
Of
swirling colors
She
floats permeable,
Perpetual
worry gone,
And
does not miss
Her
window painted white,
The
clatter in the kitchen
Or
that tiny
Emerging
flower -
A
shard of purple sky.
Perhaps.
Or
maybe she’s the one
Who
guides my hand
As
I kneel before the crocuses
To
touch them for her.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Saturday, May 19, 2012
"Pine" (haiku)
Woodland
memory
I
sail its seven seas with
Pines
as masts upright
Live for the Love of it,
"Big Bully" (poem)
~
Big Bully ~
He’s
big and strong,
With
all his five-year-old might
He
pushes, and the Angel soars and laughs
Demanding,
“HIGHER!”
Both are happy.
Then
An
angry force
Comes
down and pulls him hard
Away
from happiness, the swing, the girl
That
sits wide-eyed, wings folded,
Flying
no more.
He
cries.
A
lesson learned:
Do
not be kind, don’t dare be happy
Or
You’ll
have to pay.
I
hope he’s strong enough
To
disobey,
The
chance is slim,
For
even if it hurts,
If
Mama tells him so,
That
must be right.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Friday, May 18, 2012
"Sonnet to the Second Language"
~ Sonnet to the Second Language ~
Love at first sound it was, if such a thing
Indeed exists between a man and words.
My voice set free, the language I would sing
As if transported to the far-off worlds.
And little did I know that I would find
Myself in distant foreign lands one day.
Within my cell of solitude confined,
In muffled silence I’d forever stay
If it were not for that familiar song
That lived in me and helped me through the years,
Sustained me as I struggled to belong,
Released me, helped dispel my doubts and fears,
Translate them into lines that would once more
Fly cross the seas to my beloved shore.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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