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.  

where i was this morning

Grace@ Everyday Amazing

you'll find

me standing here-

bare toes against the grass,

with a yellow hat, greeting you

hello !

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   OpenLinkNight

Poetry form:   cinquain

my plea

Photo credit:   L. Diane Wolfe

let me 

fall like dew drop

on your skin, stained of sun -

then carry me, weighed of gold, in 

your palm-

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Mini-challenge
and Poets United

Poetry form:  cinquain - 5 lines following 2-4-6-8-2 syllables