Wonder
Arises with
The miracle of
Appearing
Separation..
To those who sit, anonymously making choices,
behind the soupy site
My gratitude, feel honoured to be chosen best new poet for two weeks and also POTD,
inspired, so more poems I will write
At age seventy seven, told that I am old, my reply, "if I think that way I will be"
some are taken aback
This honour bestowed upon me, I now know, gotta long way to go,
before I regard myself, as an uninspired hack
Sun arises now,
On Earth, and Heaven divine,
Golden souls awake.
equality
arises seeing
that nothing
is arising
interweaving
may suggest that
the separation
interwoven
is the immediacy
of a dance step
wood grains
seem as suggestion
of time past
a map claimed as
years and seasons
of eternity
emergence
from or into
darkness
is the stuff of
stories
which avoids the
inconvenience of
spontaneity
The old mother-in-law was sent away,
To an old age home without delay.
The daughter-in-law, with silent defiance,
Pushed back without uttering a grievance.
The husband, in his quest to tame,
A heart thorned with pain and blame,
Tried and failed, defeated at last,
By the weight of the past.
To shatter the deceit and face fate's cruel plan,
He turned to his sister, trusting her hand.
With strategy in mind, and revolt in his heart,
He fought back, unwilling to be torn apart.
Her face, once flushed with fiery red,
Softened into a lotus bloom instead.
In her youth, she refused to let them suffer alone,
"We’ll care for them ourselves," she firmly intoned.
The father-in-law and brother-in-law stood in place,
At the crossroads, with a smile on each face.
Justice was born that day, they thought,
And in their laughter, solace they sought.
The sun warms the top of my head as it lifts
over the horizon comes the morning
Ripples, rudderless across the sea, swimming
little fish flashing silver smiles
Pink gracefully sweeps the horizon
the brush of Monet an impression of the dawn
Cloudless, the sky raises in an expansive tapestry
cotton candy pink, lemon yellow, robin egg blue
Shivers of the morning dew sprinkle my skin
like a blossom, the day opens
My eyes fill my heart with the magic of the hour
and I feel the promise of the new beginning
a ghost
comes forth from
the house of the dead,
a rather unusual apparition –
empty, desolate.
a wraith so worn and
frail, it barely seems
there, as if suddenly thrust
from its icy winter shade.
it rises without sound, or maybe without voice,
a solitaire and lonely
shadow without form.
I wonder what its purpose
is here on this day
and whatever its plans for during its stay.
my fear aside, I can’t discern its intent,
dark or light, heaven or hell, good or evil.
I feel light and goodness on the one side and
dark and evil as it turns its back to me.
perchance it
is here to help guide
me, but where?
It seems a lowly darkle, unenlightened
and slow, but it turns with clear
vision and song of
light with an order
of celestial
beings from God’s land.
I am edified.
It is not the size or shape of the gift,
but the inherent purpose and intent of
its presence.
I shall follow it
with boldness, courage, and great expectations
as it leads me into my
sphere of scotophobia.
when flying flower
kisses tethered butterfly
music arises
As the Storm crashes down;
beauty arises within.
Age wears away stone;
making lines in your face.
Beauty comes in Spring;
but exists everywhere.
Through the broken branches of Death;
I see a beauty.
Through pain and agony of destruction;
a light shines.
Beauty is hope.
Beauty is faith for a better day.
Beauty is a day, long ago.
That will one day come again.
J-ust
O-bliterate
A-nother
N-ight
S-orrow
A-nd
T-wilight
I-rk
A-s
D-awn
A-rises
Topic: Birthday of Joan C. Satiada (May 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
From the moment we wake up, the clock rules our day.
For without it, we might miss something important.
He walked the streets, never knowing what hour it was.
Searching the horizons of life, seeking its meaning.
Then finding it at last, in the emerald eyes of the dawn!
the dawn arises
like the blind seeing again
the beauty of life
date:7/2/19
contest:Hey, Write A Happy Haibun Poetry contest
sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Another new day arises
Here is your chance to start again
Carry out the performance of your duties
And strength your vision my friend
Do better and be better
It is all within your mind
Sharpen your wits
And be bright as the sunshine
A sea of blue is in his eyes -
a sea of blue and azure skies!
His lips are berries red and sweet,
and in his hair’s a field of wheat
upon the pillow where he lies.
So it arises, awakens,
Honoring my first felt subtle
Emotion, begins the procession
Of night dreams and bust made in the day,
Of long unforgotten beauty’s face.
A salute to their shining eyes.
A thousand suns,
Rays beheld in deep gray pools of vision.
All crisis adverted as your spirit rouses me from
Deep hearts sleep.
No cold hands here.
The circuits of two joined,
Starts the journey of warned new passion,
Like fresh wine from the new vine.
Hailing from
ancient times
Artemis goddess
princess of the moon
in bringing light
into darkness
Arising one giant
among'st men
from the temple
of spirits
who hails
queen over
mother earth
Walking in
the valley
among'st wheat
feelings they embrace
held within emotions
stirring waters
in spring fertility
growing food
of love
flowering with seed
Dancing Amazon warriors
playing golden music
upon silver flutes
singing this song
upon the altar
a blazing inferno
of flaming tongues
consuming fire
From out
of the ashes
one star burning
brightly becomes
a rising sun
light of love shines
Upon a great queen
who has risen
kneeling in honor
your servant
born under
the wolf moon
it was a long journey
but i found you
in one single step
justice served
with warm light
within the heart
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