dVerse Poetics — Seeing Red

Frost bit rose 3.2019
Rose buds after a frost

Sarahsouthwest is our host for poetics and asks us for something red.

Anger

She was pale, like the waning crescent moon
stark against the black of night
lips painted a shocking garnet
like a vampiress fresh from a feed

Her aura was a blazing shade,
not the cool magenta of sunrise
nor the deep claret of late sunset
but the bright crimson of blood

She wore her anger like a second skin
so tight it seemed ready to split
staining the world a sooty brick
with the blemish of her hatred

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn — Poison

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

SoCS – What Day Is It Anyway?

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From Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “beside you.” Write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!

What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 9

The quarantine continues, our governor has asked for more business closures. We’re holding up OK here although we’ve got “new” campers in the park who have been asked to self quarantine for 14 days, don’t know how compliant they’re being but, hey we’ll see.

Linda has asked us to write about what’s “beside you” when you read this prompt. For me, it is my ever present coffee/tea cup directly to my left hand; my window open to my right letting in some sunshine. That window becomes more and more important to me the longer I’m “inside.” We still get out a bit for walks very early in the morning before everybody invades our little spot of solitude but have been curtailing those a bit due to my continuing cough.

3.15.20 sunrise

Outside my window
the wind blows,
robins squabble
over tasty worms,
bunnies sample tender
green shoots of grass,
trees sway,
their branches dancing
in the Spring winds
dotting the ground
with pine cones
oblivious to the
worries of humans

The April Fools — Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick vocals

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Monday Window – Fear

3.26.20 Afraid
About the photo: Fear Factory year round haunted house in Queenstown, NZ. Revived from an old haunted hotel, you can read more about it here.

For Ludwig’s Monday Window challenge

Afraid

Ran out of toilet paper
afraid I won’t find more
running out of vegetables
afraid of grocery stores
out of social contact
afraid of being bored
found last hand sanitizer
at least that’s one I scored

My Corona — Chris Mann

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

DVerse Poetics – I Rise

moon over Bryce
Super moon over Bryce Canyon

Mish brings us this week’s dVerse Poetics and bids us contemplate what we have gained through personal (or global) crisis.

Like the Moon I Rise

Like the moon, I rise
from the darkness
to brighten the very sky
like the moon, I rise

Like the pheonix, I rise
from fire and ash
I spread my wings and fly
like the pheonix, I rise

Sorrow cannot keep me down
when in pools of darkness
I fear to drown
like the sun, I rise

Every day, warm or cold
night may bring good-bye
but, every morning,
like the sun I rise

At Last I See the Light — from Tangled

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Quadrille – Magic

Bryce Canyon magic
Bryce Canyon Utah – a bit of earth magic

Linda Lee Lyberg is our host for quadrille this week and has given us the challenge of “Magic” We could all use a little magic right now.

Looking for Magic

A dandelion wish
blown to the wind
a grandchild’s kiss
my heart to mend
look to the rainbow
look to the moon
look for the magic
you’ll find it soon
magic of words
gentle and kind
just look for magic
and magic you’ll find

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Strange Magic – ELO

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Picoftheweek 2020 # 10 — Weathered

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For Maria Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek challenge my chosen prompt for this week is “weathered”

3.19.20 weathered

“Blue rain from a clear sky,
our world a cube of sunlight —
but to the south
the violet admonition
of thunder”

About the picture: a beautiful bit of poetry found on the underside of the pier on Wellington, NZ quay has weathered the test of time while it speaks to the heart and brings a bit of beauty and reverence to my walk along the sea. A bit of “senseless beauty” of which I am in sore need right now.  The pilings were covered with starfish and mussels and all manner of sea life.  🙂

Under the Sea — from The Little Mermaid (Disney)

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge -What lies beneath

ccc 3.13.20

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 70. I found this so sad and neglected, until I saw the light …

What Lies Beneath

Beneath the promises so broken,
the platitudes and lies unspoken
tear at the once caring heart
love was lost right from the start
rough and broken stone and brick
bleeding wounds that stay soul-sick

But somewhere deep down below
there lies an ancient light and glow
that tiny incandescent spark,
warms the soul and mends the heart
in the darkest corner of winter chill
love’s light shines all the brighter still

Winter Light — Linda Ronstadt (from the movie Secret Garden)

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP