Haibun Monday – Canyon Walls and Dragonflies

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Dragonfly Zion National Park Springdale UT

Kim is hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse poets this week and bids us:

“write about an encounter with an insect: it can be a beautiful or a scary experience, one that enlightened or surprised you; it can be about an ordinary or an unusual insect. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs about your encounter with an insect, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season.”

Canyon Walls and Dragonflies

Grey rocks stand in stark juxtaposition to the red sandstone walls of the canyon. The brutal heat of the desert sun retreats as early sunlight casts it’s subtle glow. A pretty little river plays it’s gentle song. Not so long ago, rampaging fury carved this canyon with boulders and floods. But for now, all is at peace.

A tiny dragonfly alights on a slender blade before my eyes, fanning her delicate wings in the cool morning air. And all at once, I see. I see the magic of the canyon. Why it is called Zion, sanctuary, sacred ground. I see the magic of the land and water. I see the insect transform into a delicate winged fairy bidding me come, look deeper, see.

Summer’s child pauses
a slender reed bends beneath
her glorious wings

word count 184

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Bridges – a Which Way Challenge

9.30.19 Hot Springs SD
Hot Springs SD

For the Which Way Challenge brought to us by sonofabeach96

“Sometimes if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to know.” A.A. Milne

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – All Wrapped Up

3.31.19 Rose

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, we are encouraged to consider the words rap/wrap.

Sometimes life comes along and gently raps you on the forehead saying “pay attention.” Other times it grabes a 2×4 and shouts “CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!” The later has been my life of late (you can read all about it here).

While I certainly have not anticipated or enjoyed the changes brought on by this crisis, let me tell you it has changed us in some ways for the better. You never appreciate something or someone quite so much as when you suddenly realize that you are in imminent danger of losing said person or thing. Suddenly that daily routine you took for granted becomes an acre of diamonds that you know will hold all the riches you could ever hope for, if you could just get it back.

The magical mundanities of daily life, those cherished brushes of hand and lip, the occasional frustration that comes with the comingling of lives, these too are precious.

My life has been a series of glorious triumphs and disastrous failures all wrapped up with the shining ribbon of hope.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

A Mermaid’s Tale – a Crimson Creative Challenge

CCC 8.8.19 a mermaid's tale

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge an answering photo and a poem

Kilauea light house

A Mermaid’s Tale

Born she was in freedom
but by chains too soon was bound
the mighty ocean called to her
with crashing waves of sound

Bound by mortal custom
and by magical decree
bound to live her life on land
and never to swim free

Each night beside the lighthouse
she prayed for her release
she sang to moons and dolphins
too lonely now to weep

Then one night as she was singing
standing there along the rail
she took a step, she took a leap
and the mermaid found her tail

word count 90

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

 

While I Wait – a mindful Tuesday Poetics

Mindful

While I Wait

The cool dampness on my feet
as I walk the dewy morning grass
Jays jabber, doves coo
the rest of the world is still asleep

While I wait for the sunrise

I dig my toes into the damp earth
and reach out to caress the
rough back of a favorite tree
watch a butterfly soar silently

while I wait for the sunrise

and for a time I sit in silence
the drunken monkey of my mind
and the sugared two-year old of my ego
leave me a few moments of quiet

while I wait for the sunrise

I touch the wet grass and the tree
I touch the sky and my mind soars
free from the constant barrage
of psychic noise that permeates my world
my heart at peace, my soul renewed

while I watch the sun rise

word count 132

for dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

 

A Phoenix in Kyoto – Haibun Monday

There is a Chinese Parasol tree in Kyoto, Japan. Grown from the seeds of the hibakujumoku, the trees that survived Hiroshima. It is a humbling reminder that the power of man to do evil cannot defeat the power of nature to heal and survive. For dVerse Poets Haibun Monday.

A Phoenix in Kyoto – Haibun Monday

Tall and green she shares her shade. Born of the hibakujumoku, survivor of horror and black rain. So much death surrounded her as buildings crashed and humans burned and life evaporatated. Yet, she survives. As the Phoenix rises from the ashes, and the moon pulls in on herself nature waxes full once more in the steady march of time. Her seeds came to this place where she stands in quiet testimony, reminding all that the stupidity of man is no match for the beauty of nature.

no atrocity
cancels blessings of nature
greening comes again

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP