FOLLOW ME
By Frank Daub
I am sensing my dimensions.
That I have them, I am aware.
The challenge is in knowing.
The tragedy is to care.
Dimensions, definitions
limitations -- all.
The work is not to choose,
But prevent an entrapping wall.
Requirements? Only natural.
Before ending, to make a choice.
“Follow Me”, a haunting message
Follow Me – an eternal voice.
amber leaf falls free;
the branch remembers holding
what cannot return.
The river keeps no record of the vanished light,
only a widening path of amber where evening carries that light.
One leaf releases from its branch and enters the river’s current of light.
Even the reeds bow briefly, then straighten, guided by approaching light.
The blue heron lifts from the shoreline, winged with departing light,
while I follow the riverbank, gathering what remains of light.
But somewhere in the braid of the day’s dissolving light
I notice the powerful presence of light.
Between memory and gratitude, there is light.
My mother's voice survives in an old room of light.
A friend's laughter crosses decades inside a chamber of light.
A poem waits at the edge of silence, listening for light.
Suddenly, I understand: the world does not contain light.
The world is revealed by light.
The heart is remembered by light.
The soul is awakened by light.
And every good poem leaves us carrying a little more light.
Tall Flowers. Small Flowers.
For occasions All Flowers.
Bright Flowers. Light Flowers.
Bring hearts sheer Delight Flowers.
Dark Flowers. Landmark Flowers.
For romantic Spark Flowers.
Full Flowers. Dull Flowers.
Very Beautiful Flowers.
Smashin' Flowers. Passion Flowers.
Featuring in Fashion Flowers.
Decoration Flowers. Celebration Flowers.
Symbols of Dedication Flowers.
Art Flowers. Smart Flowers.
Then there's off the Chart Flowers.
Rainbow Flowers. Slow grow Flowers.
Raising spirits Low Flowers.
Sun Flowers. Fun Flowers.
Bunch to give your Mum Flowers.
Share Flowers. Rare Flowers.
Gift to show you Care Flowers.
Gazing at Flowers. Amazing Flowers.
We'll be forever Praising Flowers.
I wandered out beneath late-summer skies,
a blue so wide it felt like open thought.
The road before me stretched in quiet sighs,
inviting me toward places wonder sought.
A compass rested lightly in my hand,
its needle trembling as if it could feel
the pull of distant paths across the land~
those whispered routes the heart keeps half-concealed.
I followed where it pointed, mile by mile,
past fields still holding sunlight in their seams,
each turn a question, each new step a smile
that rose like wind through half-remembered dreams.
And when the day leaned softly into night,
my wandering felt shaped by blue-tinged light.
I remember the gold that late summer keeps~
not in the fields, but in the soft corners
where light settles without asking.
A lantern rests there~
its glass warm from the day,
holding the small shimmer of evenings
that never learned how to leave.
Memory moves through it gently,
a slow-burn brightness
that refuses to dim even when the air cools.
I lift the lantern,
feeling its weight like a promise
that hope can be carried
even when the path is quiet.
Outside, the sky leans toward autumn,
but the gold stays~
a thin, steady amber
teaching memory how to glow without burning.
Poet’s notes: this poem was written for this week’s poetry challenge: Write a poem with exactly seven lines.)
water rises in the clear bowl, a small cosmos gathering itself.
bubbles bloom like breath returning to a long-quiet body.
copper and blue tiles hold the warmth of forgotten mornings.
on the sill, bottles keep vigil — lotions, perfumes, small reliquaries of touch.
the faucet’s flow feels ancient, a quiet force older than ache.
the sky beyond the glass window moves in pale currents, clouds drifting close to the sill,
and I lean into the moment, letting the water’s rise settle something unnamed.
crimson squirrel, adventurous summer
bought a book said, 'your life could be calmer~'
so in peaceful delight
he read day into night,
didn't gather nuts (his autumn bummer).
A door opens into morning,
and stillness rushes in~
not silence, but a soft rearranging
of what the world wants to show.
Light slips across the floor
like a thought finding its shape,
and the trees outside lean closer,
as if they’ve been waiting
for someone to notice
their patient, breathing presence.
I step through the threshold
without knowing the lesson,
only sensing that something
has shifted its weight~
a small, exacting invitation
to walk further into the day
and let it reveal
what I’m ready to hold.
blue stood in the quiet like a shard of clarity,
thin as breath on glass,
catching the day in its single, lucid edge
Life is full of struggle
We need to face,not grumble
Every move is a challenge to win
But,be true,do no sin
The best of efforts fall short and less
The lack of courage is a curse,not bless
The worst enemy of mine is the lack of courage
I feel disheartened and often outrage
The fear of courage,that I have within
I need to throw out,else need to pin
Although I work hard to reach the goal
I could reach only up to a knoll...
My dulciana
Agonised me again,
But the ballerina
Floored as I'd never been.
Warfare can not euphemize
With tiger reverberation;
We always decimalize
For vicinal desiccation!
Is a unifoliate unproductive
Or nonradioactive?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
conceptual cadency can calmly context
my monarchist mineralogist motivated memento
norway neurologist needlessly noteworthy
preemptive price packaged port
retread reversion relaxin radical rider
savour serviceable servitude
substantive silken spinnaker spookily stimulated symmetry
touchingly tense text through their thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
Planting a seed
Blooming courage indeed
Looking up to the sky
Not considering, time to die
Knowing heavens are there
Protection from the crows who scare
Reading books filled with studies
Asking, how much money?
Trusting powers that be
Truth will see
Sun shining bright
An illuminating sight
When break time arrives
Reason to sigh
Showing a path
Towards the bath
Sweat well spent
Cultivating investment
Heat saying goodbye
Autumn leaves fly
Seasoned to perfection
Ready for collection
Harvest pay received
Graciously, I believe
Joyful thanks
Leaving the bank
No longer fearful and blue
Cash in hand is cool
Barreling pork
Work
Done
Time for fun
Spending
Since holiday season is pending
Intimidation threats are gone
Since courageous honesty is the new dawn
Ebon River reveals a boat,
setting sail,
in the season of plump
and full pine trees.
A serene river, bubbles up,
with a voracious flood -
a glass ornament,
the size of a child’s eyes,
stomped upon,
becomes a tear,
released in the full view
of a stately tree.
The girl, back to
being a miniature
of herself,
lights up with blinking bulbs,
sets sail
for calmer waters.
Such are the snapshots,
the traversing of thought,
a compass points away
from tragedy,
chooses to ornament
herself, in the present,
instead of the past.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Memory
Emotion: Calm
Color: Black
Season: Holiday
Form: Free Verse
Object: River
Verb: Stomp
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