dVerse Poetics — Constancy of Change

milky way - unsplash Jeremy Thomas
photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

Merildsmith is hosting Poetics at dVerse and bids us “I’d like you to think about impermanence, things that are transient, or things that have passed their time. If you want to stick to the seasons, nature, or the weather, that’s fine, but I’d like to challenge you to try to come up with something different or unusual.”

Constancy of Change

What do we hold on to
in a world where the only constant
is change

Words that spoke of love
passed and slipped away
with the impermanence of Spring

In a universe where
even brightest stars burn out
and skies remain empty at the loss

Who is to say what is eternal
and what is transient
hope still beats strong within my heart

For in this universe of transience
and temporal impermanence
only one thing remains sure

You and Me. Always.

The Best Thing that Ever Happened To Me ~ Gladys Knight

My Wabi Sabi Heart

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

dVerse Quadrille – Peel Back the Layers

snakeskin-Image by sandid from Pixabay
Image by sandid from Pixabay

Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and has beckoned us with the prompt of “peel.” Late winter in the Black Hills with spring just around the corner is all about change, peeling back the layers of winter snow to catch a glimpse of the promise of warmer days to come.

Peel Back the Layers

Slither out
of yesterday’s dream
peel back the layers
and start again
like a snake whose skin
has grown too tight
peel back the layers
of the inevitable
march of time
peel back the layers
one by one
learning to walk
before we run

word count 44

Old Hippie – Bellamy Brothers

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

dVerse Prosery – Moment

Eclipse Photo by Bryan Minear on Unsplash
photo by Brian Minear on Unsplash

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, hosts Prosery, when we are asked to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of our choice.

As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. Our line is There are moments caught between heartbeats


There are moments, and then there are moments. There are moments that make you and moments that break you. For a Warrioress of the Way, there are moments caught between heartbeats, like the space between raindrops filled with nothing and everything at the same time.  Chalize stood in that moment, silent rain falling yet dry, heart beating but not yet. Her senses beheld her world in crystalline perfection, the glint of the sun on moonstone, the cool hardness of steel beneath her hand, the crunching leaves of steps approaching. Choices to be made, to fight or flee, to live or die. For a Warrioress of the Way life was difficult. Out here away from the temple though it seemed so very precious. In that moment, Chalize made her choice to live a moment more, fight another day.  In that moment she turned and ran.

Word count 144

Little Moments — Brad Paisley

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP



Monday Window — Far below

2.17.19 City Below Guangzhou
view from our window in Guangzhou, China

For Ludwig’s Monday Windows Challenge come have a look see some new perspectives.

Far Below

From my window I can see
a rooftop garden crisp and clean
the city stretches out below
the sky alight with morning’s glow
and people rushing to and fro

Amongst the fog and soot and grime
they seem to get along just fine
with problems city dwellers share
but life goes on as I sit and stare
longing for a single breath of air

and home

Shanghai Breezes — John Denver

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge – Dungeons

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For Crimson’s Creative Challenge — Wow what a cool shot! Let’s see where this takes us.


The mosaic rock wall
holds a malevolent aire
in it’s ancient arches
a gay facade to mask
the untold horrors within

Like many a pretty face
with wicked eyes
that beckon come hither
and devilish smiles
conceal nefarious intent

Moonlight – a vampires dream – Stevie Nicks

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

One-Liner Wednesday – Changes

For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday

2.12.20 anywhere
Sterling Point, NZ 5133 km south of the equator

You have brains in your head and feet in your shoes,
you can steer yourself in any direction you choose
~Dr. Seuss

So having had my business trip pulled out from under me, I’ve decided to makes some different plans, sounds like vacation time to me. 😉  “Good times, riches, and son of a B****s, I’ve seen more than I can recall.”

Changes in latitudes — Jimmy Buffet

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

DVerse Poets Quadrille – Stay Little

dragon-Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay
Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay

Whimsygizmo is hosting Quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub this week and has given us the prompt of “fill.”

Stay Little a Little Longer

Stay little a little longer
so I can hold you
a few moments more
here by the warm glowing fire
toys covering the floor

Childhood is too soon over
I’ll never have my fill
of storybooks and silly rhymes,
days of Jack and Jill

Word count 44

Puff the Magic Dragon — Peter, Paul & Mary

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Monday Windows — A light

2.10.20 stone lantern
A stone lantern at the entrance to a garden Kyoto, Japan snapped with my phone

For Ludwig’s Monday Windows project wee-bity windows light the way

A stone lantern stands
a lonely sentinel
silently lighting the path
wayward travelers,
pilgrims and seekers
rich with moss and
the patina of ages
how long has it guarded
this woodland path
and who lights it?

Every Light in the House is On — Trace Adkins

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

MM Music Challenge – The Race


For Mindlovemiserysmenagerie’s Friday Music Challenge — The Race is On

I love a good music challenge and this topic hit me right where I live so let’s have a bash shall we.  

Run Molly Run is an adaptation by the Kingston Trio of an old folksong originally “Molly and Tenbrooks (or Ten Broeck)” with a plot variation and very different feel to the song. I’ve always preferred the Kingston Trio’s version, probably because the old grey mare beats the young stallion and, hey I freely admit to a certain bias for old ladies. 😉

Race of Life

Life is like a race
when all is said and done
it matters not
if you win or lose
but how well
the race was run

Run Molly Run – Kingston Trio

Run Molly Run

Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun.
Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold.
Long John said to Molly, “You’re runnin’ your last race
‘Cause when I turn my head around I’m gonna see your face, old gal, I’m gonna see your face.”
Molly said to Long John, “Don’t take me for a fool.
If you didn’t cut your ears and tail, I’d think you were a mule (Yeah!) I’d think you were a mule.”
Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his woolly mane.
“Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train.”
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun.
See them waitin’ on the track. The man, he hollered, “Go!”
Long John runnin’ fast, Lord, Molly runnin’ slow. Molly runnin’ slow.
Long John said to Molly, “Take a last look at the sky.
‘Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust’s gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust’s gonna blind your eye.”
Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes!
Long John beatin’ Molly. Wait, what do I see?
Molly passin’ Long John. Molly runnin’ free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin’ free.
Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run!

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bill Monroe
Run, Molly, Run lyrics © Peer International Corporation

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

#picoftheweek 2020 – It’s Time

2020-pic of the week

For Maria Antonia’s 2020picoftheweekchallenge, my prompt this week is “It’s Time”

It’s Time

“It’s Time” they say
the moments march by
in a runic sort of rhyme
each filled with a kind
of mysterious portent
of times that once were
moments that are
and some things
that have not yet been

Hands move ’round
the clock face
moving at a snail’s pace
while I sit and wait
and pray for grace
what comes next
none may say
but silently I ask
for just one more day

Time after Time ~Cyndi Lauper

Also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP