Away

Zion National Park, Springdale, UT

For JusJoJan # 19 – City

AWAY

Away from the lights of the city
away from the discordant hum
of drones whose lives I pity
away while there’s still time
away, away ‘ere I lose my mind
away before life take’s its toll
away, away ‘ere I lose my soul

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

 

Sunday Stills — Glaciers of emotion

A flash at sunset

For Sunday Stills our monthly color challenge – Glacier Blue

Feelings shift like oceans
beneath the frozen ice
glaciers of emotions
pain too long denied
struggle against the cold
mind closed against the truth
pressures build, exploding in
a single tear of glacier blue

 

Blue Sunrise — Kauai

Blue ocean – Princetown, Hawaii

and MORE blue oceans — Kaikoura, NZ are you sensing a theme here?

Snowy night in Richfield, UT I love the way the street lights at dusk create the blue glow

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Hikers Lament

For Crimsons Creative Challenge 114

Hikers Lament

Dried winter reeds whip around my legs
as my foot crunches through thin ice
making a small splash of freezing water
“hurry, hurry” the wind whispers it’s call
through the trees, eyes on silent wings
I nod to my companions that I’m OK
strong enough to continue, but somewhere
deep down, deep inside I feel squelching,
dampness and pinpricks of pain
as my soggy sock creeps down into my shoe
… ewwwwww …

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Poetics – Pearls of Wisdom

Image by RitaE on Pixabay

For dVerse Poetics, Mish asks us for an “object poem” beginning with “this is not a ____”

Pearls of Wisdom

This is not a necklace
but a strand of memories
each more precious than the last

Layer upon shimmering layer
each covering the tiny seed
of discontent, making it more bearable

beauty in the layers, truth in the grit
pearls of a mother’s wisdom
wrapped in layers of love and life

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille

Canyonlands Moab Utah

Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille

The trail was hardscrabble
and loose sienna sand
bluejays singing babble
sky grey and bland
over boulders I grappled
as gait became unsteady
leeside shade was dappled
paint and canvas at the ready
the clouds begin to part
I begin dabbling at my art

word count 44

For dVerse Quadrille – dabbling

and JusJoJan # 12 — sing

Til next time ~Stay Trippy hippies ~JP

Sunday Stills – the Letter of Night

For Sunday Stills and JusJoJan

Letters fall from the shelf
creased and fragile
from a thousand openings

Words spill out like pictures
bright stars on dark nights
silver moonlight on the sea

Light up the darkening sky
with sacred promises
true love never dies

This week’s Sunday Stills prompt of “night” was a little daunting for me. You see I’m not a night person. I’m much more likely to see a sunrise than a sunset. When I step foot outside after dark, it’s usually just to my own yard to gaze at the moon, maybe charge my crystals. That being said, I ransacked my photo files and did come up with a few.

2020 Blue Moon — I always find that surrounding a moon shot with frames of reference helps. Here the Halloween Blue Moon plays peek-a-boo with me behind the trees. Also, it offsets the lens flares with which I struggle, like a LOT.

Evening on the Lanai – Kauaii– Here landscape lighting and tiki torches accent brilliant moonlight reflected on the ocean.

Jack-o-lanterns — This is a great shot for reminding myself, it’s not always about the quality of the shot, it’s the feelings and memories.

Nijo Castle – Kyoto Japan — Snapped with a tiny cell phone, a good illustration of the problems encountered with night photography. The castle is lit up so brightly that details are nearly indiscernable.

Sunset on Waikiki — I may not be much for “night” photography but give me a sunset and, oh my …

Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP

A twisted tail

Round and round the light did turn
casting shapes upon the waves
dolphins leap and waters churn
imaginings mortal memory saves
ships of wood and men of steel
twisted tales from days of old
siren’s dirge the bells doth peal
from waters deep and bitter cold

For Crimsons Creative Challenge #113
also linked to JusJoJan #8

Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP

The Deer and I

The Deer and I

Here where the artesian spring gurgles up through the ground, I pause. My intuition stirs, something. I glance behind and see him there, browsing amongst the fading autumn grass. I sense no fear from him, no tensing of muscle and sinew. Why should he flee? My soft pink form is no threat to him. I wonder if he knows, something inside, outside the bounds of human knowing. I would not harm him, nor his home.

Others are treacherous and wasteful, caring not for the needs of growing things. Contemptuous of all they deem lesser, and all is less. But for now, we are content to share this bit of world, the deer and I. I smile and he turns away from the warmth of sun on waning grass; away from me.

We drink from the stream,
with a warm delight – the same
the deer and I

For Haibun Monday at dVerse
and Just Jot It January – gurgle

 

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Reflections

For Crimsons Creative Challenge 112
also linked to JusJoJan

Reflections

Let me sit at the feet of sages
content to receive the learning
with gladdened heart and open mind

To learn the Holy Mysteries
of the Sacred Ordinary nights
and Mystically Mundane days

Years turn to reflections
like mirrors to my soul
of days that I have known

Wonders shining back at me
filled with promise of futures
and blessings as yet unseen

 

Til next time ~Stay trippy fellow hippies ~JP

Tuesday Poetry — Sunlight on Snow

Stream in Custer State Park, South Dakota

Scattered drifts of unmelted snow
upon a polka dot landscape bright with sun
Winter unwilling to conceded defeat

Inspiration buzzes in the back of my mind
effervescence of emotion and sight
refracting in tiny bursts, my own light

My mind hums with rhythms of poetry,
song and perhaps a little madness
bright and fleeting, like diamond glints on snow

 

Til next time  ~Peace  ~JP