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 

Buried

buried under snow 

dusty road looks pale and lost  

trees shake in the cold  

white falling snowflakes  

veils the mud prints of journey

tomorrow, we walk

under covert sky,

we embrace winter's passing 

sleeping in her arms  

   

Posted for Haiku Heights:  Prompt is Covert.   

picture credit:   here

Gift of Poetry

soft cadence of words

music notes in my mind 

one cold morning, unbidden

falls in my hands, like snowflakes 

caressing the copper leaves

veiling lush forest in white dust

quiet time of reflection, 

pulse to live fully in the moment,

before the winter past of regret

bury the sun freckled seeds 

under dark hollowed trees,

unknowing of its potent spell 

cautiously, 

i open the poetry box 

and let its spirit wring my soul

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  A Gift

The itch to write came to me late last year.  After years of reading books, I was intrigued to try writing prose and poetry.   I am still learning the craft as I have no experience at all in writing, much less in poetry.    It take time for me to write (a torture I must admit) but the words have been flowing since I have learned to trust my muse.    The past months have been an exciting journey for me as I am trying out new forms and styles of writing.   Thanks for the visit.     

picture source:   here

Lighthouse

white space of silence
wraps the blue waters, colder
than winter's embrace      


yonder the rocks edge, 
lone sentinel stands erect, 
waiting for lost ships 




Posted for Haiku Heights:  Prompt is space  - Poetry form is haiku (3 lines)
and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  Prompt is Lighthouse 

Light

rainbow of colours 

dazzling light on angel's wings

spreading the good news

against the dark sky

bright rays of hope reaching out

inspiring spirits

energizing heart

until our light force flickers  

bright and strong with love

Posted for In Tandem # 20 - Picture  credit  by Chelsea Bednar


and Haiku Heights :   prompt # 96 is Light

Passage

steady rushing sound

water twirls, marches to beat 

gateway to new lands

eagle wings soaring  

ragged mountains in slumber

gentle solitude 

ashes in the urn

scattered in river he loves

spirit soaring sky

Posted for In Tandem # 19 - picture credit to Jacqui Binford-Bell 


Haiku Heights - Prompt is Urn.   Poetry form 3 lines, 5-7-5 syllables

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

Obsession

obsession with words 

letters, phrases, syllables 

to write perfect verse 

racing against time

catching thoughts in mid-air flight

to rest in our hands    

0~0~0

sand trickling hourglass,

every second counts as time, 

won't wait nor tarry   

moments carved in glass,

wrapping the past with colours    

irreplaceable 

  

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Prompt # 94 is Obsession. 


One Single Impression:   Hourglass


picture credit:   http://getoutofbednow.tumblr.com/

Mystery

painting colours sprayed 

on concrete walls; nature or  

mystery artist?

~0~0~

eagle wings dazzling 

flight of heights soaring to 

unknown destination

~0~0~

where to find the key

to unlock life's mystery?

if you know, tell me ~ 

Posted for In Tandem - picture credit to Jinksy


and Haiku Heights - prompt #93 is Mystery.   Poetry form is haiku :  3 lines (17 syllables)