The Gift of Tiny Things a Crimson Creative Challenge

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 133

The Gift of Tiny Things

It is, I think, the tiny things
that often give soul it’s wings
the humming bird in darting flight
fills the heart with pure delight
dandelion offered from a tiny hand
I’ve never seen a gift so grand
a gentle touch, a quiet smile
a laugh, a joke, and all the while
wondering what tomorrow brings
life is lived in the tiny things

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge 132 — The Power of Water

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 132

The Power of Water

By the power of water, pure and clean
the world is cleansed of negativity
a hillock adrift in the torrent stream
all that remains of her broken dreams
the Great Mother’s voice whispers
“come child, let me dry your eyes
you aren’t sad because it rains my dear
it rains because you cry”

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Through the Lady’s Eyes – a Crimson Creative Challenge

our photo prompt from Crispina Kemp

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

From Crater Lake Oregon

Through the Lady’s Eyes

Everywhere I go I seem
to find
the Lady’s spirit watching me
Look now, can you not see
the Lady’s face within the tree
or the
feminine forms etched in stone
nature’s hidden ghosts
abiding grace of form
now
look through her eyes
and you just might see
all this world was meant to be

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

dVerse Haibun — Perfect Moments

Frank is our host at dVerse for haibuns this week. We are asked to focus on the present moment for our haibun. Life is made up of moments, precious, terrifying, beautiful moments. Once in awhile, it all comes together and for just that moment, life is perfect.

Perfect Moments

Standing on the overlook, gazing at the fairytale landscape below. Orange and yellow stones painted with the colors of the setting sun, and the azure sky. You wrap an arm around my waist, and the moment is perfect.

I watch as the shadow of a butterfly dances across the floor, refracted through the sun and glass. Blending with hospital floors and furniture, forming abstract shapes. A cloud passes over the sun. I lose the shadow dance. The doctor walks in. You are alive. My heart overflows with gratitude, and the moment is perfect.

Spring warms the flowers
the wind filled with promise and
blessings not yet known

Til next time ~Find your perfect moment ~JP

Dreams of Late — a quadrille


Image from Pixabay

De (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting Quadrilles at dVerse Poets Pub and has asked for a poem about “bother” what bothers us, what do we find bothersome? What gets us hot and bothered? Hmmm … as I poke my muse repeatedly until she finally gets tired of being bothered and manages to convey some sort of inspiration.

Dreams of Late — a quadrille

At night of late
dark dreams have come
frightening and bothersome
dark shapes I cannot see
swoop, harass and bother me
moonless skies
throughout the night
colors fading from my sight
searching for the moon’s bright light
I wake to find it’s all illusion

word count 44

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Sunday Stills — Emerging in Spring

Marsha at Always Write is hosting Sunday Stills this week, where our prompt is “Emerging.” So appropriate for Spring. Here in the Black Hills, we are still waiting for Spring patiently, ummm… with hopeful hearts … oh c’mon already. So here’s a little emerging tale from my archives and a few current shots as well.

Through the silent winter
the world deeply slumbers
emerging in the spring I find
everything is different
and yet
everything’s the same

Spring is slowly emerging from the frozen Winter, here annuals beginning to pop up in the flower beds, ready to start a new season.

Things bloom late in this part of the country but when they do, oh my. The world quickly become a cacophony of sight and scent as the flowers compete for attention.

Here a shot from the high deserts of Utah, as succulents wriggle their way out of a crack in the stones. A classic example of “bloom where you are planted.”

And finally, a tiny sand crab emerging from his hidey hole on the beach in Kapaa, Hawaii

That’s it for this week, here at Chez Spoons, we wait for Spring to emerge from Winter’s cold embrace.

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 124 — If Steps Could Talk

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge brought to us through the lens of Crispina Kemp, where we are invited to respond with whatever moves us. 🙂

My very thorough response in photo, poem, and music *tehehehe*

Steps to Kurama-dera temple – Kyoto, Japan

If Stairs Could Talk

Up, up, up we go
it matters not
whether fast or slow
when you reach the top
what sights you’ll see
come along and follow me

 

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Poetics – A Spatial Convergence

Photo by Alex Andrews on Pexels.com

Laura is our host for dVerse poetics this week asking us for a poem based on paintings, or the titles of paintings. Do visit the pub for all the fascinating details.

I must say this was fun and challenging. I chose “Convergence” by Jackson Pollock and started with a painterly poem based on the title, an attempt to paint for you the vision I see when I think about “convergence.” Then, when I looked up the actual artwork, the words came out much different even though (for me) the feeling was the same. I should have expected the unexpected from Pollock’s work. I must say, I see much stargazing in my future because of this prompt so thank you ever so much Laura.

 

Convergence Part 1 — a painterly poem

convergence of planets
align on a starry night
leaning back on my elbows
watching the indigo sky
devolve into the stars of Orion
the new moon rises in Gemini
your lips graze my throat
draws a shuddering breath
you point out Betelgeuse,
a red star burning bright,
and Rigel steadfast and true
your arm wraps around me
as I shiver, stealing
warmth from your body
against the night air
expectantly, I breathe you in
and exhale into your kiss
let the convergence begin

Convergence Part 2 an ekphrastic poem

Lines converge
in distant galaxies
harsh black and white
splashes of red and gold
Orion Nebula filled
with gaseous debris,
vapors and mist
kiss of the heavens
strength of the eons
womb of the stars

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP