First Line Lyric – Sounds of a Seashell

sunbeams on the ocean

Welcome to First Line Lyric Thursday where I pick a lyric line and use it as the first line of a poem, up this week:

Song: Something Wild — Lindsey Stirling, et. al.
Line: “that’s when something wild calls you home”

Sounds of a Seashell

That’s when something wild calls you home
When I put a seashell to my ear
and hear the haunting siren’s song
voices in my head calling
“come home, please come home”
as waves whisper my name,
stirring my soul with dreams
filled with the scent of salt air,
the brush of seaweed, and freedom
the symphony of breaking surf
underscoring the cry of gulls
my toes licked by sea foam
a lover’s musky pheromones
speak to a need, deep in my soul
to see again that vast horizon
I put a seashell to my ear
and it all comes rushing back,
the days I chased the sky
into the ocean and the nights
when something wild called me home

Til next time ~Stay wild and be a mermaid ~JP

First Line Lyric Thursday – New Day’s Dawning

Dawn

The idea here is I’m taking one line from a song and making it the first line of a poem. I have oodles of “prompts” in my jar, time to use them. This week’s song is “Beautiful Day” by Joshua Radin and the line I’ve chosen is the first line of the song, “Gonna wash the dust off my soul.” Here we go.

Gonna wash the dust off my soul
rise up once again from night’s dark hole
with brilliant colors, the portrait’s drawn
twenty-four hours too quickly gone
this day is mine to live as I will
mine to use for good or for ill
so many days are wrecklessly lost
when hate and anger ignore the cost
with love and light my spirit grows
as I wash the dust off my soul

Linked to dVerse OLN

Gonna wash the dust off my soul
Gonna listen to some rock ‘n’ roll
No cares, come what may
I’m making a beautiful day

Gonna drive my car to the sea
Swim out far cause I believe
That waves will wash the grey away
I’m making a beautiful day
Let me hear you say

Ooh, oh oh, my my
I’m learning to fly
Hey, hey, what’s that you said
Let’s not forget we’re alive

Gonna climb that hill behind my house
See what this place is all about
Cause from above it all, you can’t help but say
It’s gonna be a beautiful day
It’s gonna be a beautiful day
But let me hear you say

Ooh, oh oh, my my
I’m learning to fly
Hey, hey, what’s that you said
Let’s not forget we’re alive

Gonna turn my enemies into friends
What’s broken gets stronger when it mends
When we all come together, this song will play
We’ll sing, it’s a beautiful day
That’s gonna be my beautiful day

Oh oh, my my
I’m learning to fly
Hey, hey, what’s that you said
Let’s not forget we’re alive, that we’re alive

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Joshua Ryan Radin / Kenneth A Pattengale
Beautiful Day lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave

 

Til next time ~stay wild moon child ~JP

Poems, Prayers and New Years

As 2020 draws to it’s close and the new year beckons, I pause for reflection. It’s been a year of changes, oh so many changes. Pain, frustration, fear and general ickyness abounded. But like each of her sisters before her, 2020 has also been filled with joy and promise. I’ve had better years, but I’ve also had worse and the older I grow, the more I realize that every year, every day, has it’s share of Sacred, ordinary moments. I look forward to 2021, to finding the magic in the mundane, the beauty in the chaos, the mystical in the everyday. Farewell 2020, thank you for the blessings. Welcome 2021, thank you for the unknown gifts that are waiting to be discovered. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time
All the things I’ve done, how it’s been
And I can’t help believing in my own mind
I know I’m gonna hate to see it end

I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends
And spent a night or two in my own home

I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass the pipe around

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

The days they pass so quickly now, nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it’s cold
The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old

For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do
So many things my mind’s never known

I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all
It’s really fine to have the chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady, sit and watch the sun go down

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care

How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?”
~John Denver

~ all lyrics are the product of my memory. Any discrepancies or divergences from actual fact should not be viewed as errors but as all natural variations proving that I did, in fact, live through the 60’s~

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

 

The Christmas Wish

from my polyvore collection

The Christmas Wish — Kermit the Frog

I don’t know if you believe in Christmas
Or if you have presents underneath a Christmas tree
But if you believe in love
That will be more than enough
For you to come and celebrate with me
For I have held the precious gift that love brings
Even though I never saw a Christmas star
I know there is a light I have felt it burn inside
And I have seen it shining from afar

Christmas is the time to come together
A time to put all differences aside
And I reach out my hand to the family of man
To share the joy I feel at Christmas time

For the truth that binds us all together
I would like to say a simple prayer
That at this special time you will have true peace of mind
And joy to last throughout the coming year

And if you believe in love
That will be more than enough
For peace to last throughout the coming year
And peace will last throughout the year.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

2020picoftheweek # 15 — Nature

 

 

 

 

For Maria Antonia’s 2020picoftheweek # 15 — Nature

4.28.20 nature Nature

There is a magic in nature
that soothes the soul
and refreshes the heart
reminding us we’re just one part
of a greater whole

A child dreams of magic
dancing in the spring
grown-ups long for love
when did we forget
that they’re the same thing

Crystal — Stevie Nicks

About the pic, snapped in October (spring in NZ) Queenstown Botanical Park, Queenstown, NZ I fell in love with this orchid-like flower. I believe it is an “Orchid Lights” variety of rhododendron based on the stamens and huge size of the “shrub” which was well over two meters tall.

Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Santized ~JP

MLMM’s Monday Wordle 4.27.20

wordle 4.27.20

For MLMM’s Monday Wordle

Today’s words: Time, Grass, Bird, Steel, Break, Highway, Chronaxie– the least amount of time the brain must send a signal to a part of the body for it to actually take action, Romance, Smooth, Spoon, Indigo, Bluster

Love?

Running at breakneck speed
down the highway of romance
bodies spooned together
smooth coolness of spring flowers

in less than a chronaxie, hearts falter
as emotions bluster against
the ravages of time
on the indigo sea of tears
abandoned and alone

on a bed of steel grass
the black bird caws
it’s haunting refrain
a bawdy counterpoint of pain

Seven Spanish Angels — Ray Charles & Willie Nelson

Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Sanitized ~JPP

A to Z Blogging Challenge and What Day Is It Anyway April 2

snowy branches

A to Z Blogging Challenge – B is for Blessing
What Day Is It Anyway April 2— Coping with Covid day 14

Blessings

My life is full of blessings
even though the snow is messing
with my plans, leaving me guessing
I find my self honestly confessing
I miss the sun’s warmth caressing
though Summer heat can be oppressing
and humidity is too depressing
So I’ll cloak myself in winter’s dressing
warm and snug to contemplate my blessings

Awoke to several inches of snow this morning when a spring squall moved in. A few more inches since then. It’s been a quiet day, roads and sidewalks are slick with melting then refreezing run off. My exercise today has consisted of an indoor walking video, and shoveling the front walk twice plus a short walk to the garbage cans. Good enough.

I am reminded today that one of my goals has been to acknowledge the blessings this pandemic panic has brought my way. I gaze out my window at the snow covered trees, bushes and roads and contemplate the blessing of a warm snuggly home. I was able to pick up groceries yesterday, have ordered more on-line and have a stocked pantry to see me through until those orders arrive. Blessings, oh so many, many blessings fill my world every day, it is humbling to contemplate. Blessings to you my friends.

 

A day in the life — The Beatles

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid day 10-11

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What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 10-11

Well it was bound to happen and it did. I finally had a system melt down. I’ve kept the stress and anxiety bottled up, dealt with the pollen and weather changes, the drippy sinuses and the coughing. Apparently my body and mind have had enough and yesterday I just threw in the proverbial towel. I spent the major portion of 24 hours asleep. I sat in the recliner and snoozed most of the day, ate only sparingly, and was in bed by 6:00 pm. I feel better today but still somewhat drained. I am reluctant to take the immune suppression drugs I normally take for this since they basically squash my immune system and I’m not sure that’s such a good thing right now.

We got out for a good walk early this morning before the clouds, wind and … people. I swear if I get out of this crisis without a full-blown case of agoraphobia I’ll be doing really well. It’s already nuts as I’m washing and sanitizing my hands so much they’ve dried out to the point of cracking and bleeding. OK, OK, it’s also partly caused by Sjogren’s but c’mon I can blame it on Covid Prevention Paranoia, symptoms include excessive washing and sanitizing, fear of anything not clearly (and personally) sterilized, man I need an autoclave! Oh well, as they say:

“This too shall pass
it may pass like a kidney stone
but it will pass.”

The Rose — Bette Midler

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

SoCS – What Day Is It Anyway?

socs-badge-2019-2020

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