Thoughtful Thursday – My Hands

Prompt: My Hand

My hands are filled with so much love
Grandma hands me a kitchen spoon
to help her weed the garden
my Mother’s slender fingers
holding a paintbrush, still
contemplating the next stroke
my Daddy’s holding a newborn kitten
and an eyedropper of milk
tiny hands that tugged at
a stray lock of my hair
staring into my eyes
with startling intensity even then
little hands that held a tiny bluegill
or a handful of desiccated worms
up for me to admire
big strong hands that hold me
when the storms come, even now
oh yes my hands are filled
with so much love

Peace Peeps ~JP

Blooming Heart – A Prosery Tale

A heart broken by an uncaring society. She went to the forest to escape the noise of humanity and embrace the sweet silence of nature. Even here the sounds of man intruded, a siren here, a loud engine there, nowhere was there a silent space for her to rest her weary mind and soul. She slumped to the damp ground and took a breathe of the forest, the smells of wet leaves, of green growth. She began to shut out the human sounds and hear the whispers of the forest around her. Gently they soothed her with bird song and the soft caress of breeze, the sweet smell of the trees and flowers. The seeds of contentment were sown in her heart and began their healing until once again she felt her blooming heart pulsing with the rhythm of nature.

~Peace Always ~JP


“I ask only to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to
Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterfly.”
~ Charles Dickens, Bleak House

A blue butterfly lands on my shoulder
Absolem has transformed
from wise old caterpillar
into beautiful blue butterfly
still wise, still blue, but sans hookah
now enlightened but still crabby
he flutters away with a final kiss
he has transcended, he is free

~Always listen to the butterflies ~JP

Mother Earth

The Great Mother called and she answered with joy
the woods of the forest held her favorite toys
sticks and stones, a pine cone or two
she spent days out there with really nothing to do
just to watch the woodpeckers, the siskins and doves
cooing and flitting were her greatest loves
her smile said it all as she stood by the stone
out in the forest you’re never alone

Peace Peeps ~JP

April Fairy

Up high in the branches of an old pear tree
there lives a small fairy who’s waiting for me
When I head outside to my garden to putter
she comes whizzing down her wings all aflutter

She tells me the stories the robins are singing
plans for a nest with twigs they are bringing
She smells like the blossoms up high in the tree
ready to bloom with the work of the bees

She tells me of squirrels who leap branch to limb
then turn around laughing and do it again
So if you see a fluttering up high in the trees
you may see a fairy if you only believe

Til next time ~Believe ~JP

Blue Silence

In that moment between snowflakes falling
when your breath creates clouds in the air
in the place where stars shine bright in the ebony sky
and in those lazy seconds between sleeping and waking
when your dreams are still real and delicious
in the crystalline blue silence of the predawn sky
that is where you will find me …
waiting for you

~Happy Earth Day ~JP

Cherry Blossom Skies

Cherry Blossom Skies

Moonlight lights the cherry blossoms as they flutter along philosophers walk settling in the water of the canal. The moon gives off a pink glow of her own in old Kyoto. Fitting as the air is filled with the scent of cherry blossoms. I could spend my life right here, in this moment breathing in the sweet scent and gentle glow and it would be a good life. A blossom drifts lazily down to settle on my hair and I am blessed.

Cherry blossom skies
a gift of springtime for all
blossoms in my hair

Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Unusual Flower

As I walked along the forest path
an unusual flower I happened to pass
with thorns like daggers, the flower fair
released it’s perfume into the air
tempting many an unwary hand
to pluck a blossom from the land
only to curse her scorpion sting
and ignore the wisdom it should bring
there’s often beauty in what we scorn
to reach the flower you must risk the thorns

~Peace Peeps