We know what happened yesterday
we know our present stint
but what shall come tomorrow, we
have not an ounce of glint
Perhaps that’s for the better, thus
we live life as bestowed
no worry of what if’s and how’s
just watch as it unfolds.
For isn’t it a grander scheme
eyes upward toward the glow
to cast anxieties aside
and let the worries go?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow
I grow my flowers lovingly
I touch, their pedals sigh
from knowing of their task in life
–delight and mystify.
The rose, it’s thorns protective, pierce
a skin, naive of threat
but once a droplet, red, descends
the memory’s inset
As the milkweed draws the monarchs
quite stupefied am I
to learn a universe as this
creates to gratify.
Early artwork by CD-W (I guess because of its simplicity, it’s still one of my favorites)
No longer can I fill these shoes.
Yet I remember a time
when the patent leather formed neatly around my feet
soft, worn, comfortable
Soles carefree and made of ease
durable for playing chase and hide and seek
or freeze tag in the dark
the lining soft enough for catching fireflies
and my parents goodnight kisses
The tips firm, protecting toes that so easily stumbled.
The heels perfectly made for scuffling
for dragging my feet when it suited
Shoes, easy to pull off for bedtime stories
and tuck-me-in time.
No longer do they fit, those shoes
Yet, it matters not.
I have merely grown into a larger size
the soul intact.
art by C. Dennis-Willingham
So much did she love her wee Sammy Crockett
she kept him tucked safely inside her shirt pocket.
He didn’t much mind the prospect at first
he never was hungry, nor parched from a thirst.
The lining was soft, the fabrics in style
He seemed satisfied, at least for a while.
But the day she took him on a long morning stroll
he started to feel like a con on parole.
He yelled from her pocket, “Enough is enough!
“Yes, I HEAR plenty, but I want to SEE stuff!”
Like bands playing songs, leaves blowing off trees,
a man at a circus atop a trapeze,
the people at market buying their wares,
the making of popcorn at our county fairs!”
Well, she loved him so much she planned to devise
something he’d like that would fit his wee size.
She built him a house from a splendid, smooth boulder
and attached the small building to the top of her shoulder.
She filled it with pillows, a couch and plush chairs
and cut out some windows to give him fresh air.
“Look dear,” she said as they ventured to town,
“The queen has arrived with her shiny jeweled crown!
She continued to talk as she traipsed over ground
But her husband said nothing, no peep nor a sound.
She turned to the silence, looked in the wee house
and there, snoring deeply, lay Crockett, her spouse.
The townsfolk could hear as she said without doubt,
“He seemed to forget that he yearned to look out!”
She carted him home, placed the house on a shelf
and decided to do something fun for herself.
first image- 123rf.com
second image: youtube.com “Walk cycle-the proud naked old lady”
If you can’t get back on the horse
– -well, you can, of course
If you can’t find your way home
you’re not alone
If you can’t lead the horse to water
then, dear granddaughter,
forget about the nag.
‘Cause if you can’t get to the cookie,
eat through the bag!“
and if you bite off more than you can chew
don’t worry, you’ll pull through
Let sleeping dogs lie
and you’ll be fine
‘Cause your guess is as good as mine.
Our mind is but a prayer
of hopes and seasoned dreams
a requiem of buoyant thoughts
afloat on anxious streams.
A life held fast on anchored boat
a bowline knot embraced
to keep our thoughts a litany
of divine and endless grace
Raindrops
on a quiet lake
dented water
circles made
by silver bouncing pearls
hands that reach for bounty
a pirates treasure
catch them
make still
the water
art by Georgia O’Keeffe
Day One:
It poured on my parade of glee
a deluge in my eyes
the incidence,
no coincidence
Lost days, a sad demise.
Day Two:
Once again the morning comes
the sun makes its reprise
I leap in joy
’till learnt the ploy
in the snake’s unveiling eyes.
Day Three:
Hope knocks on my door and says
“Forgot we are allies?”
I turn and ear
from which I hear
“Self pity, so unwise.”
Day Four:
Rain or sun, it matters not
life’s twists and turns surprise
for if not so
we’d fail to know
the blessings in disguise.
Artwork by Rene Magritte
Daily Word Prompt: Coincidence
She believed in something greater
no concern for self or rules
nothing would abate her
as she fought for open schools.
She spoke of female rights,
opportunities, a claim
for education she would fight
but then, they learned her name.
On a dusty bus they found her
where she spotted weapon drawn
and everyone around her
thought the shot, her final song.
An unexpected outcome passed
forgotten sorrowed woes
as people of the world, aghast
Witnessed as she rose.
Yes, we watched her as she rose.
Photo credit of Malala Yousafzai
To think another irrelevant
are thoughts from someone arrogant
slow in their development
lacking in their etiquette
don’t let them set a precedent
of how others should be treated.
I much prefer the elephant
obviously more intelligent
and not nearly as conceited!
Photo credit
Daily word prompt; Irrelevant
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 