Sun’s Wisdom #nature #poetry #photography

 

cant catch fall

Calendar’s clock

autumn sets nature’s pace

I can’t catch her

end of the tunnel

Frenzied is my pace

am I going the right way

sunrise perspective

warmth of dawn

 

Sun sheds light

collecting shells for answers

tide caresses day

The prompt this week at Poets United is “Energy/ Vitality.”

“Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.”
Walt Whitman

Where do you get your energy from? I get mine from the sun (especially at the ocean.) It’s that calming energy that gives perspective rather than that rush about flailing for answers.

No Arms to Hold Her #suicide #poetry

Captive in the frame

Captive in the frame

She died again today

for the thirty-fifth time

my heart relives the day

it’s frozen in my mind

No one listened to her cries

not the ones a difference makes

we were still just silly kids

this fiend her spirit did break

who excuses such an act

laugh and look the other way

family guilty all

it was no three act play

others I believe

were broken by this man

girls all were they

when did decency forget to stand?

too late for my dear friend

ropes easy knots to tie

no expression til the last

hide the truth, yes tell your lies

She died again today

for the thirty-fifth time

my heart relives the day

it’s frozen in my mind

 

Sharing this with Poetry Pantry at Poets United. This poem is a part two to my poem written earlier this week about rape and abused women.

Warm your hands #poetry #homeless

homeless

Warm your hands

its so cold

offer kindness

stories told

how many lives

have been touched

warming station

food, beds and such

 

I dont often promote submission opportunities on my blog. But this submission is the kind where your poetry (and a mere $3 per poem) helps people during the winter months.

Here are the details:

The English Department and Library at Blue Mountain Community College in Pendleton, Oregon, invite you to submit poems to our first annual poetry contest supporting the Pendleton Warming Station.
The Pendleton Warming Station is a place for those without homes to stay overnight when the temperatures drop below 32 degrees. PWS is open from November 1st to March 31st each year.
To submit, please PayPal $3 per poem (for up to 5 poems) to:
WarmingStationPoemsATyahooDOTcom and  email poems in a single Word Document attachment to WarmingStationPoemsATyahooDOTcom .
1 page limit per poem. Winner and 5 honorable mentions will be published on the BMCC Library blog. All proceeds will go to the Pendleton Warming Station. We will accept submissions November 24th through December 24th. Winners and Honorable Mentions will be announced January 1st.
Please send any questions to WarmingStationPoemsATyahooDOTcom

 

 

Indigestion #haibun

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I drew a circle on this our last holiday.  My closest family put me through the paces I have to say. Prove what you know and show who you are. I poured my life’s pains direct from my heart. My life had been a mosaic of suffering disaster. Amazing survival the thing that I’ve mastered.

I see the mental scythe as you wield your first blow. How can you chop me suffering after all that you know? Your partner circles me like a blood thirsting tiger. Hunger’s fangs draws the noose ever tighter. The hypocrisy drips silently in tune. I’ve been judged and sentenced all before noon.

You’ve resented me for all of this time.  Just because I’m not willing to tow your one line? I am leaving this craft it’s rotted and sunk. There is nothing worth saving it’s not worthy of junk. My eyes become steely as I recognize. You sup on innuendo, your heart eating lies.

You know where to go to get all of that. Just cross the street for narcissistic fat. Believe what you want, throw the carcass away. Shut the door when you’re done, I’m not going to stay.

You measured my life and found I was wanting.  I have moved on not interested in your haunting. Stalk me and my children if you have so much time. As for me, I am loving life, writing fiction and rhyme.

Thanksgiving feast

relative indigestion

no bones left unpicked

 

Holy Mountain #haiku

Kristjaan shares for today’s  prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: ” I discovered that “Shevet Uul” is the valley of Shiveet Khairhan Mountain and that it is a very sacred place for the Tuvan people. Shirveet Khairhan means “holy carved mountain” and it points towards a very large amount of petroglyphs which can be found on this mountain. Those petroglyphs are telling the creation of the Altai Mountains region and its religious meaning for the Tuvan.”

rock wall

 

 eyes trace fissures

breeze carries holy chants of old

hands caress the past

Photograph: Rock Formation in New Mexico by L. Moon 2012

 

 

 

That Was Yesterday #poetry #HappyThanksGiving

fingers

Little hands reached out

and we grasped them

little mouths spoke

and we listened

little bellies were empty

and we filled them

big minds didn’t justify

they just did

big minds didn’t quantify

they just gave

big hearts reached out

enough love to go around

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How do I explain to children like my cousin Zeek that people can’t care or help anymore?

I hope this Thanksgiving we can take stock of what we have and be Thankful and then look for someone to share our bounty with.

Happy Thanksgiving for each of you are special in this community we are part of.