Possibly Possible — A Quadrille

Whimsy Gizmo is our host for dVerse quadrille and asks us:

Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible.

Possibly Possible

the night is filled
with the auspicious
portent of possibility

for what the sun
will bring with dawning,
possible futures

lay aside the probability
of chance and dream
of hope and possibilities

throw open the window
of second chances and
all that is possible

word count 44

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Sunday Stills – Auburn

This week’s Sunday Stills prompt is our monthly color exploration, this month – Auburn Many thanks to Terri for the prompt as auburn is one of my very favorite shades

Auburn Iris — Queens Garden, Invercargill, NZ
Auburn leaves of a huge Japanese Maple from the Japanese Garden also in Invercargill, NZ
stunning auburn sunrise in Kapaa, Kauai, Hawaii
Auburn brick patterned walkway, Wellington, NZ
Deep auburn woodwork, Larnach Castle, Dunedin, NZ

Auburn hair slid beneath his hands
hot nights lying on coral sands
when diamonds winked from the indigo sky
serenade of waves as night rolled by
adventures as they rode across the land
lost as auburn hair slid beneath his hands

 

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Of Shadow and Light – a Crimson Creative Challenge

Of Shadow and Light

In the forest’s dark shroud
stood a wee, tiny house
not home to a human,
squirrel, or mouse
where the fairies came
to dance and to play
they come out at twilight
and at break of day

By the old oak whose bark
is all twisted and curled
in the dark of the glade
lies the fairies’ small world
by the light of the moon
I glimpsed me a sight
of a world half in shadow
and half way in light

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time  ~Peace ~JP

Thursday Inspiration – Space

For Paula’s Thursday Inspiration – Space

The Space Between Heartbeats

In the space between
heartbeats
in the moments between
sleeping and waking
in the pause between snowflakes
drifting aimlessly
there are galaxies
of light and loss
vast seas of cosmos
for love to cross
here in those unseen spaces
here where life renews
here for all eternity
I will wait for you

What Do You See – Moments for Choices

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Pull of the Compass – a quadrille

Whimsygizmo is hosting this month’s quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub and asks to polarize ourselves with a poem of 44 words, including “magnet.”

Pull of the Compass

Your voice reached my ears
and drew my eyes to you
with all the force of an electro-magnet
my heart followed
the way a compass points north
and then my mind
with unerring precision
I know in a manner unknowing
precisely where you are

word count 44

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Hands – a Prosery Tale

Clouds over the surf

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting at dVerse today and would like for us to write a bit of prosery including the following line from D.H. Lawrence’s poem “Hummingbird:”

We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.

For an added challenge, we are limited to 144 words.

I take his gnarled hand in mine. Papery skin seeming somehow fragile. Hands that gently bottle fed a newborn kitten also struck fearsome taekwondo punches. Big hands, strong hands that made a little girl feel safe, that wiped away the tears and lifted the child back onto the bicycle. Hands that were meant for delicate technical work, not to be the home for needles and tubes. Brothers are weeping. We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time. Somehow the giant of a man appears reduced by the ravages of years. In my mind, I turn the telescope and see the young man diving from high cliffs into the surf far below. His hand caresses my cheek, wiping away one last tear. He whispers “don’t weep for me my angel” as I watch the light fade from his eyes.

word count 144

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Blanket Weather – a quadrille

The quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub this week is hosted by merrildsmith who asks us to use “blanket” in our poem of 44 words.

Bland tans and shades of faded ocher
blanket the hills, setting the scene
with splashes of brilliant canary and saffron
Autumn comes to lay her cloak
of colored leaves upon the fertile soil,
shielding tender seeds
from Winter’s chill
rich beauty, gone too soon

California Dreaming — The Mamas and The Papas

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Sunday stills – A Cozy Shade of Winter

Our Sunday Stills prompt is hosted by Cathy at Picture This and our prompt is “winter”. Now I have a confession to make. I love Winter. I love the cold temps, big fluffy sweaters, lapgans, fireplaces and all things hygge. I live in the Black Hills of South Dakota, USA where winter temps in fahrenheit measure in the single digits and nightly lows are well below 0 (-18c). And, yes I love Winter everywhere we go. Here are a few Winter shots from some of our travels.

Cacti in snow
Beavertail cactus in snow – Zion National Park, Utah

1.15.19 snowy branches
Snowy Branches – Richmond, UT

frozen fog dec 2019
Frozen fog phenomenon – South Dakota

12.27.19 dawn
Winter’s dawn – South Dakota

Come Winter and welcome
bring your frozen kiss
bring your stunning sunrise
bring your cozy bliss

Come Winter and welcome
I cherish your dimming light
sweaters, books, steaming mugs
my fireplace burning bright

And Winter Came — Enya

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

SOCS – How Many Ways

Iris
Iris, Queens Garden – Invercargill NZ

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday our prompt is “more than a hundred”

How to I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love you like the flower
loves the sun’s bright rays
I love you with my very soul
and I’ll love you all my days
between my heart and yours
many words lose their way
Just how many are there
I have often wondered
I may not know the total
but, it’s more than a hundred

 

I’ll have to say I love you in a song ~ Jim Croce

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP