Better the fool
than the friend
pouring over hours
wasted you spend
better the fool
than the ear
you’re unneccessary
that is clear
Better the fool
than the lover
where deceit is found
under the covers
better the fool
than to be left
of feelings
you’d be bereft
better the fool
than to discover
you were pawn
never the lover
Today’s prompt for Poet’s United “Motif” Is Fool.
Those are my bridges burning
in the rear view mirror
deep breath
someday it will end
Rocks to climb
they are before us
we’ll get hurt
through life’s turns and bends
put away the thoughts
that are behind now
that pain can never
change
keep driving toward
tomorrow
the clouds promise
clearing rain
then one day
look in the mirror
reach for beauty
once out of range
dance in moonlight
embrace the forest
new life
blots out old stains
Each week Poet’s United provides great prompts. This week the prompt is mirror. Susan also encouraged us to integrate a true story. 
Photography: All images were taken on a trip along Route 66 (a southern highway in U.S.)
along life’s path
I picked up a pebble
grateful
it was not in my shoe
along life’s path
I picked up a smile
funny thing
it belonged to you!
along life’s path
I felt the dawn
warm rays
filled from within
along life’s path
I held a little hand
attached to a child
with a giggly grin
along life’s path
I stood and fell
but you were faithful
always there
along life’s path
gratitude spilled
on friends who loved
blessed to care
I wish each of you who have been in life’s path a warm and happy holiday season. May the blessings flow in 2014!!
Thank you to the talented ladys at Poets United who have provided a year of delightful inspiration. This week’s prompt was Gifts and Blessings.
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso
Behold art
through artist’s eyes
hold your breath
there’s no disguise
*
imagination
will you see
at water’s edge
you’ll be set free
*
A fanciful place
to lose oneself
catch a wave
you’ll need no help
*
dust away mundane
look deep inside
a hidden world
rides on the tide
*
lost you art?
you sorry soul
without it’s depth
you won’t be whole
*
grasp its tail
come with me
ride a notion
in the artist’s sea
≈ ≈
Whether a connoisseur of art, a dabbler, a master, you might agree that to “lose art” would result in a mundane and less colorful existence.
Today’s assignment at Verse First:
Consider loss, losing, art, and their meanings for you. Then write a 6- stanza poem that contains at least two rhyme schemes. Lost? Read the poem again, identify the rhymes and give it a try.
Photograph: “Spent Wave 2 – Oil by Clare circa 1982”
Here is the Verse First Prompt:
WALK IN GRATITUDE
Inhale – Water
floating above lily pad’s calm
Inhale – Music
woodsy bamboo flute tones’ massage
Inhale – Sunshine
fingers warmed by golden rays
reawakened to a clear day
*
The prompt for Verse First today is: “The work is not about the place”
Dawn peers beyond my fingertips
gently I caress your form
on your contours I ply paint
creating a masterpiece
*
Breaking over the horizon
you take my breath away
sudden rays of merging color
I hold on to purple
*
Awakened by the light
you turn to grasp me
sleepy green- eyed smile
finger -painting the landscape of a new day
The prompt over at Verse First at Poet’s United is: The Body Becomes the Landscape. Looking at the photographic mastery of Carl Warner it is easy to believe. I’m taking the contours of an early dawn landscape that could easily be a human form as my inspiration for this poem.
My senses tell me first
something fragrant is stirring
I try not to imagine what the neighbor is cooking
my salivary glands haven’t a care they’re not looking
spicy, strong smells fill the air
*
carried away on a magic carpet
distant lands of curries and cayenne peppers
autumn colors of paprika and tumeric
dark green courgette, deep purple eggplant, and regal red onion’s sweet array
my imagination is teased with the colorful display
*
Camels loaded with untold wares
a caravan from the east
great cooks of the world plan their feast
impatiently I await gustatorial delights
*
Putting my watering mouth into check
my rolled carpet beneath one arm
a Merlot to wet our lips
I gather my glass, green salad and my wits
always a welcome guest
The prompt at Verse First today is to write about food. I hope you can smell the spices as they take an Eastern journey.
Like the roots of life seeking tree
the colorful threads, a tapestry
we weave and sow
our lives together grow
what the source then
is it love for ink, joy of pen?
does the dust from your star
mingle with mine no matter how far?
*
we weave and sow
and like friends tho far we grow
the songs we sing may different be
you may swim a different sea
your blue eyes twinkle mine do laugh
champagne bubbles in each other’s glass
a toast I raise to you to me
splendors shared, writers we
Join Verse First and the delightful prompt ” We are interconnected”
Photography © L. Moon 2013
texts & photos by @p3ob7o
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
texts & some photos by @p3ob7o
Tools & Thoughts for Leaders
SHORTS, NOVELS, AND OTHER THINGS
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Poetry by Mich
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penned in moon dust 