For Maria Antonia’s 2020 picoftheweek challenge # 7 — my prompt is Monochrome
Color my World
My world was one of dreary gray
until I found you on the quay
there with colors bright and bold
a smile that warmed away the cold
within my heart
Color my World — Chicago
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Merildsmith is hosting Poetics at dVerse and bids us “I’d like you to think about impermanence, things that are transient, or things that have passed their time. If you want to stick to the seasons, nature, or the weather, that’s fine, but I’d like to challenge you to try to come up with something different or unusual.”
Constancy of Change
What do we hold on to
in a world where the only constant
is change
Words that spoke of love
passed and slipped away
with the impermanence of Spring
In a universe where
even brightest stars burn out
and skies remain empty at the loss
Who is to say what is eternal
and what is transient
hope still beats strong within my heart
For in this universe of transience
and temporal impermanence
only one thing remains sure
You and Me. Always.
The Best Thing that Ever Happened To Me ~ Gladys Knight
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Maria Antonia’s picoftheweek 2020. I’m playing catch up again this week. Somehow I seem to keep getting distracted. OK, OK, I know, surgery, fatigue, sleep, snow, Spring ….. ahhhhhhhhhhh! My theme for this week is (was) Tucked Away. I found this sweet little fairy garden tucked away between the road and the driveway to a private home while strolling the streets in Queenstown, NZ.
Tucked Away
At the end of the trail
tucked away under the hill
hidden deep in the dale
there lay a tiny house
not even big enough
for the smallest mouse
out by the bushes so green
stood the smallest fairy
that has ever been seen
Fairy Night Songs
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday, I couldn’t agree more!
Once Upon a Time — Jefferson/Emma season 1 episode 17
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and has beckoned us with the prompt of “peel.” Late winter in the Black Hills with spring just around the corner is all about change, peeling back the layers of winter snow to catch a glimpse of the promise of warmer days to come.
Peel Back the Layers
Slither out
of yesterday’s dream
peel back the layers
and start again
like a snake whose skin
has grown too tight
peel back the layers
of the inevitable
march of time
peel back the layers
one by one
learning to walk
before we run
word count 44
Old Hippie – Bellamy Brothers
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Ludwig’s Monday Window Challenge. I was stargazing last night, something I like to do whenever the weather permits. Just before true dark I spied Venus continuing her path through Aries, and Rigel burning brightly at the base of Orion. Then my eyes wandered to the dimming specter of Betelgeuse the red star on Orion’s shoulder.
“The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.” –Matthew Stover – Revenge of the Sith
Lament of a Star
Lavender skies above me
in the window between
dusk and dark
Venus shines brightly
Rigel lovingly winks
while Betelgeuse breathes
his last
Starry, Starry Night — Don McLean
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
OK so I don’t normally do “redos” … but I’m making an exception for the What Do You See Challenge this week. Although I needed to write “Moments for Choices” it’s tragic and well… sad. So here is a different take on What I See. You can read another short take on Mrowl in the 2/9/20 WDYS challenge.
Princesses at Play
Princess Willowhair dashed through the corridors of the castle, giggling and screeching with wild toddler delight. Behind her ran her guardian, a large cricat known as Mrowl, Princess of the Crystal Paws Clan. Cricats were a large species of feline with silky fur and crystalline eyes. Many of the cricat clans were bound to the great houses of the Davarian Empire and Queen Subilliet loved them for their sheer beauty and intelligence. She watched with amusement as her only child streaked naked through the halls. With two final great bounds, Mrowl was within distance and pounced on the little princess bringing her down on the padded carpet outside the royal nursery. Willowhair wriggled and laughed as Mrowl dragged her rough tongue across the little princess’ nose. “Gotcha!” Mrowl purred in her silky voice, gently herding the wayward princess back to her mother.
word count 142
Lavender’s Blue Dilly Dilly – Cinderella 2015
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
