Passion Flowers

photo 1 (1)passion flower photo 3 (1)passion flower photo 2 (1)passion flowerWritten   for    dVerse  Poets  3rd Anniversary!

Writing and sharing with this group has always motivated me to write more than I could have ever thought possible.  I have made so many friends from all over the world and have the privilege of reading their poetry and sharing comments with so many others.  Our dVerse Hosts have such rich knowledge and skills, so valuable in mentoring others. 

As a teacher I know . . . there is no better way to learn than by doing!!  By simply writing more, I have learned so much.  Each week I look forward to the new writing challenges and exploring the many different forms of poetry!  Thank you for making me so very welcome!  CHEERS!

Life is made up of beautiful moments

Some we may not ever see, hidden & invisible

We say all things are possible!

And every individual can achieve

If we can only change

If we can only focus on renewal

If we can only live with passion – - -

I say, renewal may show us a path

Helping enrich ourselves and our community

Not simply for change sake

But by allowing and nurturing

Creative souls!

By the very act of being creative – - -

We bear fruit

We share our entangled stories

We write our telling words, word by word

We do truly grow

We do richly become

We know we do change

We continually renew ourselves

And we renew our thriving Diverse community too!

Summer Haze and Sweet Lemonade Tea

This morning’s summer haze

Hangs over the horizon and woodland trees

Like a grey lace table cloth

Hanging on an outdoor clothes line

Peeping through just barely

Seeing the kids playing in the fields

While we . . .

Sit on our front porches

Drinking our summer sweet lemonade tea

Underneath the ceiling fans

Misted by our own

Hanging water gardens!

Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck

This morning I ventured down to our dock for my morning coffee.

It’s simply a perfect morning .~ mind you this is AR in July! ~ only 57 degrees with a high of only 81!

A most thoughtful Northerner came down for a good Southern visit!! A great July 4th week & weekend!!
Sending you big wishes for a fantastic 4th!!

My morning writing ~

I awake to an emerald blue sky
Tree shadows play
Along my bedroom walls
Oh my, what music befalls
An unsummoned symphony
In full three chorus refrain!

I live in the beautiful Ozarks
Across from Bear Point cove
On lovely Lake Ann ~

I hear the sky winds blow
As they travel through the mighty tree tops
Sudden gusts over the lake
Only to settle down to lay
Quiet & still in the bay

A lone grey heron flys low
Along the limestone ridge
Long neck tucked ever so
Flying straight ahead
Intent on getting to it’s
Destination!

Outstretched Hands

Sweet Lord goodnight

A thunderstorm is a coming

I can’t see you

I don’t even know you

Oh, sweet morning dew

I run right past those fields of green

Where is heaven?

I pray,  please stay awhile ~

I wrap my arms around you
I whisper of surrounding love
A heart prayer to hold you
Longer than forever

Stay with me ~

A summer white

Magnolia blossom ~

I promise I’ll dance

Under a magnolia blossom tree …

I Got No Home

Today gets me a thinkin’ of my Oklahoma hero, Woody Guthrie ~

Riding trains for a song
Living lonely, lonely miles
Through tough & dirty times

Witnesses to the unholy
Plunder of other’s troves
For a penny or a dime
Writing stories from
Ordinary people

Working our fields of bounty
Too close to ignore

Shutting my eyes to hear
We are gathered by the river
Singing Woody’s songs

Seeing

Singing hearts sparkle
With mighty

Hope

Making the unthinkable

Visible

Passing the Walmart corner parking lot
White stones form a fence along the road
Seats offered by massive rock boulders
A hungry American family stands
Children lay
Folded in their mother’s arms

Holding a sign of our times ~

NO FOOD ~ Please Help …..

We need a Woody Guthrie song!

Song Lyrics – Poetry

i ain’t got nobody
ain’t nobody got me
i’m just like a little apple
hangin’ on the tree
don’t nobody want me
i can plainly see
i ain’t got nobody
and ain’t nobody got me

i ain’t got nobody
ain’t nobody got me
i’m just like a chunk of wood
floatin’ on the sea
don’t nobody want me
i can plainly see
i ain’t got nobody
and ain’t nobody got me

Summertime

July
Just exploded into
Hot humid afternoons
Spent wet with summer haze
Drenched in perspirations
With only mornings offering respite

Come lie with me
Underneath a gentle Willow Tree
Let’s take a summertime nap
Looking up at the summer sky
Where clouds go by as
Fairy Ships, Wooden Horses and Kings
Such a day is easy

Or settle down indoors
Making summer pilates
On the living room floor
Rolled up in grandmothers’s
Brightly colored cotton quilts
Right in front of the window frame
Misty air coming from our
Water Box Cooler
Oh, my childhood ways implore

Ozark High

photo (44) sky tree

I live high in the Ozark trees

Where golden pine tree warblers perch on high

And bird songs run rampant through tall tree tops

I live up close where I can meet the ancient sky trees

Adorned by white summer clouds floating by

Hallowed tree-framed windows to the top of the world

Where song birds build their nesting homes

Feed and care for their young

And newborns  learn to fly

Leaving home to find their own home

Parents don’t wait for their return

Even in old age –

Nature has truly completed its work –

I live among new beginnings!

A Votive Prayer

 

I whisper a votive prayer

By the holy shrine’s radiant light

Deep within this earthen cave

Surrounded by rock and stone rises

I lift my eyes as well as my heart

Toward the most beautiful empyrean garden

Soft scattered layers

Of green leaves and woodland debris

Hide the well-worn walking path

Here, in fields of sweet Lavender and ever-blooming Roses – - A sweet bath

Fills this morning’s air with soul nourishing scents

I only hope this day

Brings understanding and peace

That we don’t choose to keep it at bay

Stopping short

We turn away from a neglected peace

Toward only the wretched pains of war

I whisper a votive prayer

Believing prayer light will travel over vast distances

Finding our hearts aglow in time

Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree

I’m late — I’m late — but this was written for dVerse Poetics yesterday – Claudia Shoenfeld hosting Meeting The Bar at #dVersepoets with today’s task: Claudia asks us to  “be a bit brave,mix things you wouldn’t usually like…

cats and petroleum jelly
ice cream and motor oil
raccoons and watercolor cakes
missiles and flower poets

…think about contradictions and serve them up boldly place things in an environment that doesn’t seem to fit have fun! – and season to taste! If you need inspiration – Charlie Zero by the way is quite good with this.”

Only you can remember like you do

Under the spreading chestnut tree

I stand with my white horse

Watching dreams come true

Among the wooden ladders and Coke-a-Cola bottles

Waiting in line with Zippo and Ford

Seeing blue skies and memories hung by steel hooks

And I waiting my turn

Hey, you want to try something new?

Fried chicken, now those are real legs to stand on!

Hey, you want to go for a summer swim?

Kayak shores, finding flower blossoms and apple cores!

Only you can remember like you do

Look the very way you do

Out underneath the old fashioned street lamps

Strolling down the vintage shopping mall

Standing with your music held high!