travel notes

 

empty

my pockets are

not, not when red leaves fall

on fern-bogged trails, my hands gather

feathers,

pinecones,  

blue-green river 

tides, snow-capped mountains, trees,

birdsongs, sky's blue, my chest swelling-

joy-packed

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:  Cinquains Revisited, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

Beautiful darkness

Grace @ EverydayAmazing

shiver -

the wind passes 

cold as blue moon, sharply

weaving the night to beautiful 

darkness 

i lay

vulnerable -

frayed & wind-tattered, i 

should be afraid of what's coming 

instead   

silence -

a crescendo

of heartbeats & gulls cries

engulfs me in peace, beautiful 

(amidst) chaos

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - I used titles of my teen daughter's books ~

And Flash Fiction Friday for G-man (55 shivering words) : 

We walked briskly, under shivering light of the blue moon.  Where once we were proud as eagles soaring near the sun, we now move like angels in the beautiful darkness.   Perhaps its the silence, a crescendo of heart beats we're seeking, but beautiful is what we find amidst the chaos of the city's underground ruins.  

A lesson from the sands

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

the sands-

scooped, patted

into shape:   a temple

rises under the sun - then falls 

like dust

the wind

carries its weight 

like a seed, shifting all:

cement, steel, roof, words - nothing stays

the same

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - OpenLinkNight - Happy Canada Day to all !!! 
Also shared with Poets United

Poetry form:   Cinquain

The father's eyes

i'm shy

as a turtle

under this shell, i'll  hide

from everyone, yet you always 

see me

I don't want to come out to play. Photo by Jenn Jilks

you held 

me in your hand,

there's a twinkle in your 

eyes:   pride, joy, a tinge of sadness - 

i'm awed 

                                                                  
                                                                                Tree frog. Photo by Jenn Jilks

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Hosted by Kay
and Poets United - Happy Father's Day ~

Poetry form:  cinquain

The night

Photo by Grace @ Everyday Amazing

the night 
brings the restless
words into open:  raw
as pitted seeds, bare bones, grieving 


of you -  

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Nocturne 

Poetry form:   cinquain

One sunny afternoon

The White Boat by Joaquin Sorolla (1905)

white boat 
tugs the children:   
let us sail to the sea-- 
treasures await us.  the sky calls-  
bluest

of clouds,
cradling waters
warmed by shells, weeds & crabs-  
buoying the children on its womb,
they're off--



Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Challenge:  Joaquin Sorolla
and Poets United
Poetry form:  cinqauin (2-4-6-8-2 syllabic count) 

into another world

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

Running 

into the woods - 

pine cones crunch, twigs snap, leaves- 

a soft carpet, a bird trills and -

  I'm lost-

Wordsworth Quote:

“Books! tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.” 
― William Wordsworth, Wordsworth: Poems

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - A birthday in April - and Going Outside
and Poetry Pantry
Poetry form:   Cinquain (2-4-6-8-2 syllabic count)

Graffiti art

Graffiti art in Kensington Market, Toronto

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

draw here:
happy face, round
as lollipops, merry  
as can be, with a brash note - i
was here 
  

~0~0~  

And this is for Kay's Sunday Challenge:  

put your 

smile & red nose - 

play the fool till they laugh

chasing tears & fears away, be 

a clown

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads -OpenLinkNight and  Sunday's Challenge - My memories of clowns are happy ones, specially attending children's parties and hosting parties for my children when they were young.

We visited the Kensington Market yesterday, Sunday and had fun checking out eclectic, vintage and international stuff.   A good day to be out and about, though it's still cold here.   Happy day to everyone ~

lighted path

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

gift me

a winding path

where no footprints nor twine 

can restrain my verses, broken

& true 

                                 

                 cast me

                 without shadows 

                 to fear unlike puppets 

                 in theatre, silver-masked, hollowed 

                 & less    

                                          steer me

                                          closer to light  

                                          where leaves breathe and the wind

                                          runs like a free bird, majestic 

                                          & healed

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics of Groundhog 

and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Poetry Form: Cinquain - 

I have used nature image with syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2