dream catchers

 

i.

how come i cannot find

a playbook for young girls

so they can be 

stormcatchers 

& cartographers of their lives

instead of walking with bounded

feet and wounded hands

ii.

child

draw your dream in a paper

and tuck them in your pocket

-fisher of stars

-wind catcher

-queen of seven seas

-king of lost forests

your pimp will not want them

your jail keeper will thow away the key

they belong to you

in heat of hunger and cold of despair

in the lonely hours of darkness

unfold their inconceivable wings & glorious eyes

unflinching and unvanquished

fixed on you

no, you will not forget them

they belong to you

they cannot be bought

they cannot be sold

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Stormy Weather, with guest host, Andrew Wilson.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your comments.

For the children

Centennial Flame

Ottawa, Ontario 05/19/2013

Let the children gather the warmth  
         from flames wrought of war-torn nights-  

Let their innocent smiles & joy 
         heal the anger and walls that divide us- 

Where we have come from,
         are stamped on our faces & skin of different hues-       

But we have journeyed here, 
         at a great cost, foregoing own kin & history-     

Where we build anew - seeding the ground with water-   
         embracing the common & similar ties, blessed are our children.   

Grace @Everyday Amazing

The Parliament, Ottawa City

~ Happy Victoria Day to my fellow Canadians ~  

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~

Wishing tree

Photography Credit:   Ella's Edge

This is where our wishes grow 
One leaf at a time, evergreen and bold   
Slowly unfurling its golden flecks to the sun 

This is where our dreams flourish 
One wing at a time, crimson and daring
Stretching wide as the blue summer sky

This is where our words ripen 
One season at a time, pungent with seeds
Blossoming yellow and russet in autumn wind   

This is where our hopes dance  
One footstep at a time, swirling to music   
Awakening fire in weary limbs and cold feet

This is where our eyes pause at night  
Giving grace to imperfect days,  
Accepting storms of life, cherishing simple joys  


This is where our wishes grow 
One leaf at a time, evergreen and bold   
Slowly unfurling its golden flecks to the sun 



Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Ella's Edge
and Poetry Jam - Genre - Literature/Fantasy

Possible

bulbs of spring

planted in winter, 

vase of blooms

~0~0

thirteen pink candles

endless possibilities,

graduation gown

~0~0

phrases, words,

painting floral verse,

book cover

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Possible
This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.


picture credit:    Jinksy of In Tandem 

Innocence

Young children should be protected and sheltered against the evils and greed of men and women.  As much as possible, they should sleep peacefully in the comfort and love of their family and home.  Though I understand that poverty and ignorance may push poor  parents to sell or make them work in sweat shops or prostitution, I believe it is a sin to take away their innocence, and let them carry the worldly burdens of their family at a tender age.

eyelids flutter closed,  

dreaming of holding the world,

white moonflower blooms  

Written for Few Miles Haiku Challenge 2012 for the month of February:   Day 16- Haibun - SIN 
Note:   Moonflowers only bloom at night

    

picture credit:   here

Dreams

To spread my wings and sail 
was what I wanted to do


To reach the rooftop on high
was where I wanted to climb


To ride the balloons and soar 
was where I wanted to flee 


But I didn't realize how far away 
it was until I fell and hurt my knees


The deep blue sea winked at me,
as I pondered on my direction


Am I fated to be just a simple dreamer,
or to go forth with wind under my arms? 


I didn't know myself until I slipped, tumbled,
collapsed, knocked over, along my journey

I thought I was the greatest skipper there is,
but I learned the best of me is still becoming.


My dreams await me,  take a look up the sky 



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Out the Sketchbooks hosted by Brian Miller.  Written for my 12 year old daughter.
Also written for:   Bluebells Books - Short Story Slam


I like Tera's art that I used her other drawing for this post:  
http://everydayamazin.blogspot.com/2011/12/far-away.html

picture credit:  here

Far away

Dear Tom,


You can't catch me now, ha..ha..
Far away from the house, you see 
I was minding my own business
when a huge yellow and blue balloon
flew by the window.


It was so beautiful 
I wanted to touch it and fly away too.
You have always told me to
seize the day, and go for it.
So I hopped on a leaf, and sailed
on strings and ribbons of my dreams.


While I am away, please don't touch
the cheese bits I saved under the stairs.       
And keep your eyes open for that dumb dog, Spike, 
while you are outside, looking up for me.     


Your buddy, 


Jerry




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - poetry form is epistle (letter form)


Shared with Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden:  Children's Stories, Riddles, Counting Songs and Rhyming Lyrics for Young Kids   


picture credit:   here 

Dreams

what dreams do you have

fair child of mine

your brown eyes twinkle   
rivalling stars glowing in your room  


your belly laughter peals
reading books on princesses, frogs and goats 


do you know that treasures 
are under your pillows every night


do you know that your hands
hold the magic key to unlock any doors


when you gaze up at the blue skies 
believe you can fly like a bird if you want to


when you dwell upon wide open seas 
imagine possibilities of being ship's captain 


chase every rainbow in your childhood,
run after turtles and hares in all the races 


every day is beautiful and precious, 
and sharing your gifts mean blessings tenfold   


i may not be the perfect mother all the time
but know this, i will always love and believe in you 




Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:    Childhood, Dreams, Books, and Role Models”


picture credit:   here