Today

The fair charm of the glistening dew

Drew my heart to desire the misty morn

For it beckons and wakes the sleepy blue

From quiet places with harmony worn

As a soft blanket just after the night

Darling, say hello to the light rays bright

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Drew my heart to desire the misty morn

Becoming the bright morning, sunny and fantastic

The warmth overhead keeps me warm

And the flight of the feathered friends is ecstatic

I dance, I play, I sing 

This rising day gives me wings

.

For it beckons and wakes the sleepy blue

As the noontide sun rises wide in the sky

I work, I labor and rest anew

Eat and gather and wonder why

My table is full of the things that I cherish

The day half done, my soul nourished

.

From quiet places with harmony worn

Thoughts of past and present meet as one

The sun high above, my sweat, a thorn

While there is toil and work, I move to the beat of the sun

The old crow said, the fire burns in the afternoon

I wished for shade of the olive tree, shall I see it soon?

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As a soft blanket just after the night

My heart greets the setting sun with glee

The weight of the world falls, only sunset clouds in sight

Brighter than the colorful shadows I see

These spirits slowly set on this day gone by

And I settle into a peaceful rest, a sigh

.

Darling, say hello to the light rays bright

As night falls into valleys unknown

I call to the stars who guide my flight

For dreams settle in, light has flown

Softly the earth turns dark and brand new

I rest in life’s embrace and wonder about you.


This poem is a trenta sei and I was challenged by Donna over at the Go Do Go Cafe to try my hand at this new poetic form! I tried to let each stanza represent a different part of the day while also following the trenta sei format. Maybe it was too much? What I do know is that this poetic form challenged me! I had fun reworking the sentences and trying out new phrasing. I hope you enjoy! Photo by Ales Krivec on Unsplash

Love

Whether or not

Todays sunshine shines

Across the tops of the

Rose garden

Whether or not

The twittering bird

Says hello to the moon

You are loved

You are loved

Whether or not

The mailman

Says goodbye

To the older lady

On the stairs

Whether or not

The baby bear

Finds a place

To see the mountains

You are loved

You are loved

Even the tiniest

Smile

And the smallest

Moments

Show

That you

Are loved

You are loved

Take heart and sing

To yourself

You are loved

You are loved

Winter weather

The bitter biting

Chill

Whipped through

My jacket.

Even though

I wore mittens

My fingers

Clenched together

In utter desperation

To find

Warmth.

Baby its cold outside

And the charm of

These icicles has worn

Thin

For this weather feels

Like the sounding call

Of a mighty

Snow mountain king

Mantra

Sometimes when you feel 

Empty

No words or smiles leave your mind

Sometimes when you feel 

Lazy

Moments slip from your fingers

Leaving you a hollow

Shell.

But wait a moment

Take that hollow

And snuggle in the tree that you have found

Like Winne the Pooh

Warm yourself with the sweet sap 

Making a home for yourself

Do not tred in these lazy thoughts

But instead call it

Meditation

The only thing left empty

Is your warehouse 

For you have invited so many guests

To enjoy your hollow

Believe you can share with others

The beauty and love found only

In you. 

Complicated

I believe in the complex

the symmetry of entropy

constant

life is more complicated than

my political affiliation or

my gender

at least I believe so

taking everything into account seems

like a daunting task

until you realize it is the only way to understand

fully how I think

the mess of my mind

creates the words and jokes I tell

sorry, I can really be crude, can’t I

I didn’t mean it

any of it

life it too complicated to be taken

completely seriously

Right, Friend?

We both say hogwash but mean daisies and roses

we both glance at our watches and remember our schedules

plotting life adventures like a math problem

Geometry maybe?

Sometimes the simplest “Hello”

will help me realize that life isn’t as

complicated as I make it seem

when I reduce my fractions and

smile in the mirror

then I can start to focus

on the objects of happiness and joy

that make this world Simple

Word of the Day

Juniper:

Your  green bows drooping low

to graze the floor of the earth

sweet sap and berries for me to pick

I laugh at the sound

swishing in the wind

oh little big plant

many tiny arms stretching toward the sun

In sweet beauty and grace

I look toward the top

“Juniper” I whisper

“Your heart never stops

Teach me your ways

Wise old tree”

Writing:Living

I haven’t written in a while. Well a few days at least. It seems that part of me is dying when I forget to express myself through words. Maybe I’m just a romantic poet hoping to live a little. Maybe I am slowly dying and feel as though my words help me live past myself. Do you ever feel like crafting a whole story just to tear it up? Do you ever want to burn bridges just to watch?

It seems as though my life is consistently a balancing act over dark waters. And sometimes I just need the comfort of my own thoughts to take me from my reality.

Nights

I stayed awake.

Eyes blood red

Knowing that work needed to be finished

But I watched movies instead

It was dark deep and cold

The wind howled around

And I didn’t really care

that i never heard a sound

The freezing rain and the picture screen

It didn’t seem

To bother me

That this night was endless

Endlessly

An extra cup

As a man passed by me today

I noticed his umbrella

It was raining so it seemed logical for him to carry it

but it was his beard that didn’t make much sense

He set down his things at the booth next to mine

Then preceded to turn to me

“Would you like this cup? I got an extra.”

He said to me

It was an act of giving that made me smile

It wasn’t because I was really thirsty

but that he thought to give away the extra he had

Kindess

A game

How was your day today?
On a scale of —– to —–
Keep the balance of the numbers in check
So humpty-dumpty doesnt fall off the wall
Life is a game and I’ve rolled my dice
But the mousetrap worked and my tail is caught
A single slice of pizza for me
In the form of a slap in the face
Rough day
Rough week
Rough hour