a moment was frozen in memory that evokes a sublime sense of longing, fulfillment, loss. a shimmer in the air a soft summer twilight a child turning into woman the future a promise a kiss a hope a delightful mystery. It was a threshold a portal to the up ahead that glimmered before me and was gone even as I reached. A tantalizing second sight but I was too young to know that anticipations follow its own path and things are never quite what we had hoped but we make do.
The dream of every nubile girl to choose her china pattern, wine glasses and silver life was going to be hospitable luncheons, buffets, teas and proper sit down dinners my how naïve we were how programmed to serve…
Evening tiptoed into the garden shadows falling across the sundial. She eased in, her presence delicate, subtle, like the scent of blue chamomile. These are her best moments, unhurried, letting the soft gloam arrive like a waft of comfort. This feebleness is her strength. I felt the sharp edge of day dull and dim and welcomed twilight, a prayer, a praise, a solitude of purple peace to soothe a soul.
Like an adolescent, April arrives awkward, gawky, feet entangled tripping over herself in her hurry to grow up. Before my very eyes she begins to change, budding out in tiny green enthusiasms of hope and grace promising to become a warm, beguiling woman.
in this place to which I have arrived having made considerable effort and expense in the acquiring of room and board having researched extensively with much reading and investigation on the establishment and the country to which I am now arrived and have found that most people are also agreeably disappointed with me.
Day 3 prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides: Write a Communication poem for POETIC BLOOMINGS |
And thanks to Barbara Young, Mz Q, for introducing me to Vade Mecum
The willow stands on an empty lot, waiting, for that is what willows do. Stands with drooping limbs that brush the ground at the whim of every wind. Willow remembers far back, and farther still, when a small creek ran close by when children climbed into her leaves to hide when a horse was hitched to the fence to rest when chickens pecked and scratched for food When all the children left one by one for good When the white-haired lady stood bent and cried The willow sighs, knows all things pass, yet remains the same in essence so willow waits, as willows do, Waits with drooping limbs that brush the ground at the whim of every wind.
What is God’s eye view of earth that sees a sparrow fall sees the world a whirling ball sees humanity as a mass yet each clearly as a blade of grass God sees from that lofty perch with eyes that sweep and search each heart, each turn of mind of every being in humankind everywhere God looks and sees from a grain of sand to the Pleiades
My vision is so small I can barely see at all I wonder does God grieve that I only cling and cleave desperate to believe.
Some days are painted in subtle hues shades of pearl grey and dark slate moody watercolors that seep into the edges of each other, softly blur. Dark hills that rise like blued shadows from waters of mottled melted steel and that, I think, is the future hidden in a misty haze waiting to take shape but where I stand the sea-glass green buoys me in gentle motion on this solid dock where both the day and I await the ambiguous tomorrow.
MzQ Ode to a Toad – Write in praise of something homely
Second in homeliness (the first is the knee) like stubby fat fingers big toe and peewee useful for finding things in the dark you can’t see like chair legs or bed frames you’ll scream like a banshee
Not really attractive though a pedicure helps and certainly olfactive when sweat glands are active. But, You can’t beat the laughter of a baby’s reaction to ‘this little piggy’ the toe’s greatest attraction!