Thursday, November 29, 2018

Open to the Light


Open to the Light

Even in my darkest hour, there is light.
My eyes cannot see it at first.
They need time to adjust.
Then, they find the shapes
that mean I am not alone.
They take in the beauty that
still surrounds me every day.
They rest on things that make me smile.
They open to the light once again.

The prompt for this poem was "darkest hour."

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Monday, November 26, 2018

Meltdown


Meltdown

The snow that
fell so fast
rests on the bushes.
The temperature
is cold enough
to let it sit for days.
But, the sun shines
and turns the snow
to droplets that drip
among the branches.
They hang together
to form icicles that
 add a little more sparkle 
to the landscape.


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Thursday, November 22, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving


I'm grateful for the new.

I'm grateful for the longtime, too.

I'm grateful for you.


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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Glorious Words


Glorious Words

They are all made of letters,
but each one is different.
They vary in size and sound.
Come from many cultures.
We use them routinely,
sometimes without thinking
about the power they have.


This is another poem from the PAD Chapbook Challenge. The prompt was glorious.

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Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Fallout


The Fallout

I sit peacefully.
I hear a noise.
It seems far away.
I think I am safe,
but, in no time,
I feel the fallout.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Stand Sentinel


Stand Sentinel

I must stand sentinel
over that which I value.
The land, the sea, the
air I breathe.
The occupants of
all these places,
including me.
What is in my
head and heart.
What I listen to
and what I say.
All that may be
taken away if
I don't stand sentinel.

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Thursday, November 8, 2018

Room for Me


Room for Me

Is there room for me
in the place I seek?
Will those I meet
welcome me?
Will we form
a community?
Will I get to
stop and see?

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Monday, November 5, 2018

At Home with the Sun


At Home with the Sun

I walk to the end of the pier
to await the sun.
Those who make their living here
have begun to work.
They ready the boats
to seek  the day's catch.
A gull crowds me as it flies by,
 as if to say," You don't belong here."
I look across the water
and see a glow on the horizon.
As the sky turns gold,
I feel right at home.

The prompt  for Day 5 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge is private.

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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Nature Lover


Nature Lover

When I am
starved for peace,
I take in nature.
Colors fill my eyes.
Sounds are an
appetizer before
creatures appear
in front of me.
I digest every scene,
and wander until
my legs let me know
they have had enough.

This poem was inspired by the Wednesday prompt "nourishment" at Poetic Asides. Today is the start of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge, also at Poetic Asides.

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