Open Your Heart

 

Open Your Heart

Must darkness
be the destiny
of the misguided?

Goodwill withheld
will only result in
continued darkness.

Open your heart
to reveal a space
you have not considered.

A hand offered
could be the first light
on a path to recovery.

This is my response to dVerse – Poetics – The Vatic Voice, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, in which Lisa says, “the vatic voice of a poet is one that is infused with spirit that comes from another place. That voice has been regarded by some as a sign of divine transmission and by others as a sign of madness.”

I wish I could say this advice should be universal, but, sadly, it’s not.  Some do not deserve the charity they receive.  Enough said.

Image source: Sasin Tipchai / Pixabay

Empty Landscape ~ ekphrastic poem

Empty Landscape

What is parting
when neither wishes to leave?

Far from ignoring the distance
between us, we embrace a landscape
that becomes more barren
the greater that distance.

Once close, it seems we are meant to be
apart, even as we are together.

This poem was written as a response to an ekphrastic challenge at The Ekphrastic Review, but it didn’t make the cut. Even as I submitted it I knew it’s a poem that is still unfinished. Perhaps that’s a reflection of a scene that is, itself, unfinished. In the painting, “Figures in a Landscape,” by Bertram Brooker, I see the despair of having a need to part without the willingness to do so.

Responses to the challenge can be found here,
including two fine examples by Merril Smith and Kim Russel.

Image source: Art Canada Institute

Vote!

Raise your voice,
that it may be heard.
It need not be loud
nor filled with rhetoric.
Be precise, that your intent
not be mistaken.

Do not let it be stolen.
Let no man bar entrance
nor deny you this right.
If caution is a concern, let it be
by post, but remember.
The time is now.

Be not silent when it comes
to the fate of our future
and that of our children.
There is only defeat in silence.
Exercise your right to vote.
Let your voice be heard.

This poem is my response to MTB: Protest Poetry,
the prompt from Grace at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

Image source: pngfuel.com

Mother Nature ~ haiga

I’ve decided to try to create a “haiga sort of image” for Mother Nature, a poem inspired by Catrin Welz-Stein’s Listen, which was posted yesterday as a response to the dVerse prompt Let the Words Be Your Paintbrush! from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.  I’ve attempted two different text formats with Catrin’s image

Mother Nature

Below, as above
the mother of all
that is interconnected
holds true in her vision
of what is right.

She cannot do otherwise.
It is in her nature.

The artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein can be found here.

Mother Nature ~ ekphrastic poem

Mother Nature

Below, as above
the mother of all
that is interconnected
holds true in her vision
of what is right.

She cannot do otherwise.
It is in her nature.

This poem is my response to Let the Words Be Your Paintbrush! The prompt, from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, is to write a poem inspired by one of four images by Catrin Welz-Stein. This one is titled, Listen and is used with her permission. Her gallery can be found here.

As the Stars Would Have It ~ quadrille

As the Stars Would Have It

The sky has been ours
from the moment we met

Whispered words of light
in vision and dreams

Blue nebulae in the dark of night
Embrace of sun and moon

I in your orbit, you in mine,
just as the stars would have it

This is my response to Quadrille #112: The Sky’s the Limit,
the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word sky in a 44-word poem,
with no required meter or rhyme.

Image: the banner from our wedding,
held on the lawn of the lighthouse at Presque Isle, Erie, Pennsylvania

Blackbird Rising

Blackbird Rising

Lens framing the rising sun,
I turn at the sound of a trill
Red-wing clings to tall grass,
wary of my presence

Greeted by a stunning image
in the glow of morning’s light
My lens pivots to capture
the beauty of a perfect pose

Framing and focus seem
only a matter of seconds
Avian patience exhausted
its wings are lost in the rising sun

This poem is a re-imagining of Consolation, a poem I posted here
for NaPoWriMo 2015, before I had many followers.

Shared with Open Link Night at dVerse~ Poets Pub

Images
Top: Chris Engel / Pixabay
Bottom: David P. Whelan / Morguefile

Re-Crossing Rivers

The original ~ the second poem I posted here at WordPress, 02 April 2014:

Crossing Rivers

late March
under a cloudy sky
bundled in my mother’s arms
feeling the roar
of the mighty falls

early morning light
on the bank of the river
waters calm
my father’s float
drifting in the current,
bobbing with each tiny bite

weightless, beneath the surface
sunlight diffused at depth
freedom imagined
with each breath drawn
at the mercy of the current

beside those awe-­inspiring falls
camera in hand
capturing images
of the towering, deafening roar

hiking in the gorge
below those mighty falls
recording water so blue
pounding, rushing past,
until, at last,
flowing into the lake,
past it’s glass-­pebbled shore

a bridge of light
impressive in the night
fading, receding
in my rearview mirror
the river vivid, still,
in memory

another river crossed
highway of the heartland
massive in its breadth,
nearing a new life

on new waters
kayaking along the Big Muddy
and the murky rivers feeding it
eagles overhead
small consolation
for the blue grandeur of Niagara

My revision:

Crossing Rivers

beneath a March sky
bundled in my mother’s arms
feeling the thunder
of the mighty cataract

dawn’s light on the river’s shore
my float beside my father’s
drifts in the current, bobbing
with each nibble

sunlight diffused at depth
weightless, suspended
freedom in each breath
bubbles cradled by the current

beside those towering falls
camera in my hand
captures the light
held by the deafening roar

hikes within the gorge
below that cataract
recording water so blue
pounding, rushing
flowing to the lake,
and it’s glass-pebbled shore

a bridge of light fading
in the night as it recedes
in my rearview mirror
the river still vivid
in memory

another river crossed
highway of the heartland
massive in its breadth,
a new life approaches

a kayak floats on the Big Muddy
and the murky rivers feeding it
eagles overhead little consolation
for Niagara’s blue grandeur

This is my response to MTB, Write like a dog, edit like a cat…,
the prompt from Peter Frankis at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
“Uncanny” is not my style, but perhaps this is more memorable.

The “bridge of light” referenced in the poem, left behind when I moved from New York
to Missouri, is the Peace Bridge, an international bridge connecting Buffalo, New York,
and Fort Erie, Ontario, the same bridge that appears at the top of my page.

               Ken