Winter’s Joy

Lately I’m struggling a bit with inspiration. Could be the weather, could be the new meds. So I’m grabbing some December Prompts from my prompt jar just to see what happens.

Today’s Prompt: What Joy Means to Me

“Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are” ~Marianne Williamson

Winter Joy

Winter mornings with cerulean skies
reflected on the snow and ice
creates a blue tinged aurora
while acres of diamonds
glint in the sunshine
my breath creates little puffs
of fog in the frigid air
and my face tingles
with snowflake kisses
Inside hot tea, biscuits and
a fire in the hearth lie waiting
to warm the cockles of my heart
I find a blissful joy in Winter
the sparkling beauty of nature
the coziness of home and hearth
Winter and Joy walk hand in hand
as Mother Nature sleeps
I slow down and recognize
how joyful life can be when
we stop and look around

Til next time ~Stop, look around, and be amazed ~JP

The Crimson Glade – a Crimson Creative Challenge

By the light of the moon
by the light of a star
she traveled all night
from near to far
searching for the crimson glade
she walked the night through
but she was not afraid
for when the sun broke through
with it’s dazzling light
before her eyes lay a magical sight
bright crimson ferns covered
the forest floor and a tiny pine
where there was none before

word count 67

This post inspired by Crimsons-creative-challenge #212

Til next time ~See the magic ~JP

An Ordinary Life – a Crimson Creative Challenge

An Ordinary Life

A tractor rests in the shade of the tree
green grass still edges the fallow field
while bright sun lights the sky
and warms the stone and earth
the undiscovered treasures
of an ordinary life
A moment to cherish the fading
warmth of the growing season
with all the harvesting done
and the plenty of Summer put by
a moment of thanks to remember
before Winter gilds the landscape
with bright diamonds of frost
the beckoning treasures
of an ordinary life

Word count 79

This post inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge 211

Til next time ~Watch with glittering eyes ~JP

Morning – a Stream of Consciousness Poem

Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Morning

I sit in the early morning light
of a cloudless sky just before
the sun begins to rise
watching the peculiar gray
give way to lighter blue
I am struck with awe
nearly brought to my knees
by the overwhelming sense
of gratitude
and I whisper my prayer
to the morning light
“Thank you”

BIKFOK (butt in chair fingers on keyboard) – 17 min

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Flashback Friday – My Wabi Sabi Heart

Welcome to another Friday Flashback as Fandango invites us to dig through our archives and share an older post. This short quadrille was originally posted November 18, 2019 for dVerse Poets.

image from Pixabay

My Wabi Sabi* Heart

my wabi sabi heart
is filled with cracks and holes
letting in the light
that colors up my soul
cerulean blues, volcanic reds
and yellows
kaleidoscope colors of my years
and I am grateful for every shade
bright white laughter
and glistening black tears

word count 44

*Wabi-Sabi is a Japanese word with many meanings relating to observance of the impermanence and imperfections of life. The definition I have always found most enjoyable came to me from a street vendor in Osaka, Japan “it is a way of living that focuses on the beauty within the imperfections of life and peaceful acceptance of the natural cycle of decay.”

Til next time ~Stay Cracked ~JP

Magic Brew – a Crimson’s Creative Challenge poem

BLACK MAGIC

It looked like a coffee shop, just like any other
but the moment that you walked inside
the menu might make you wonder

Black Magic was the daily brew
black or white, bold or smooth
with a little shot of “success” for you

“Try a Dirty Zombie” the chalkboard read
with chai, espresso and a shot of “focus”
it’ll surely wake the dead

I stood in line and waited patiently
for my “Black Velvet” latte
with an extra shot of “tranquility”

I left the shop singing a happy song
and I turned to take one last look
but alas, the magic coffee shop was gone

word count 105

This post inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #209

Til next time ~May you coffee be strong ~JP

Cellophane Dreams – a Stream of Consciousness Saturday poem

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with or contains ‘cel.’” Find a word that begins with or contains “cel” and use it in your post any way you’d like. Have fun!

Hmmm cel – cephalopod no … cell phone … too, well, too. Ahhhh here we go Cellophane!

Cellophane Dreams

Dreams wrapped in plastic untouchable

through their cellophane wrappings

beautiful but unattainable, unreachable

and so become unnoticed

Tissue paper memories worn with age

and thinned by constant touch

we tint them rose and make a child’s

window hanging to color our world

Dreams of what we had and what we lost

dreams never seem to count the cost

so I’ll watch the sunrise color my world

through rose-tinted tissue paper memories

And remember, always, fragile flowers, life

and… you

BIKFOK (Butt in Chair Fingers on Keyboard) to publish – 22 minutes

Til next time ~May your memories be sweet ~JP

Here There Be Dragons – a Crimson Creative Challenge

Deep in the glade I stood
watching and waiting
wood nymphs danced
with wild gyrating

From the underbrush came
a mysterious sound
with excitement I watched
my heart started to pound

The ground creaked and groaned
fallen leaves began to stir
I coaxed “come out my friend”
as a long snout began to emerge

Off the edge of the map lay
secrets we can never imagine
that’s where you’ll find me
for here there be dragons

word count 76

This post inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #208

Til next time ~Don’t meddle about in the affairs of dragons ~JP

I Am – a Stream of Consciousness Poem

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favorite word.” Decide on your favorite word and use it in your post any way you’d like. Enjoy!

My favorite word? Other than “huh?” The one I use most often is probably “awesome” but favorite, that’s going to require a bit of thought.

I Am

I am not a number
I am not my size
I am dirty feet, wild hair
and the sparkle in my eyes
I am made of starlight
and brilliant white moon beams
lovingly stitched together
by all my hopes and dreams
composed of tears and laughter
and the moments in between
I’m there in every book I’ve read
and every poem that I write
I am a strong black coffee
in world of cheap red wine
I’m every song I’ve ever sung
and every place I’ve ever seen
Oh and there’s one more thing
that I almost forgot
One more thing I am
is an Awesome Nelipot*

BICFOK – 25 minutes

Til next time ~Walk barefoot ~JP

*One who goes about barefoot – Urbandictionary.com – one of my favorite words

Flashback Friday – The Dragon’s Keep

Dragon’s Keep

Shining stars of diamonds
sparkles glint off walls of gold
water runs in wide rivulets
the sound like clinking coins
changing hands
The walls are slick with damp
dank smells burn the eyes
the shadows lengthen
dark and deep
here within the dragon’s keep

word count 44

This post inspired by Fandango’s Friday Flashback

and originally posted on 11/4/19 for dVerse Poets Quadrille

Til next time ~if you can’t take the heat, don’t poke the dragon ~JP