the permanence of henna
the direction
of our inclinations
holds no pattern
carefree, the actions we take
the permanence of henna
While outside the required forms for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry
Challenge No. 161 #PhotoPrompt, this gogyohka is my response,
with the provided photo (© Willow Willers).
Beyond This Keep
Lofty as they were, our aspirations held
little common ground. The ruins we share
bring me no comfort, and the walls I build
offer even less. There is more than gray
beyond this horizon, and I will find it,
leaving this darkness behind.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Keep #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Perhaps this even meets the prompt from Frank Hubeny at dVerse Poets Pub for Soliloquy.
In Its Own Light
All color is drained from an offering
that holds nothing more than the bones
of a life spent pursuing a dream
with no hope of realization.
Like a walk through dry grass,
our journey together has not brought
the joy we sought, with naught but
the knowledge that our ways must part.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Presence #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Silent Night
Hands, clasped and raised,
slowly open, releasing
hope, that unbounded well of light
in all of us, that the world would know
truth and kindness, the best
of days, the end of all suffering.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Angel #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
In Its Own Light
A tree would grace this room,
with scattered memories, moments,
as if ornaments in our lives.
Laced with light, a strand of time
across its branches, this past year
and all that it offered, all it has taken.
A balance achieved, yet where
is the balance in taking a life,
to see it wither before our eyes?
Better to see it in its own light,
that we might know it as it is,
as it will be each passing year.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Light #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Path to Clarity
There.
And not.
Does the past call to you?
The future beckon?
Look away,
and back.
Neither holds the answer.
Follow your path for clarity.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Calling #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
True Course
Find the truth in this
passage. Beneath
the cold layers of deceit lies
your true course, flowing
to a brighter horizon
and the coming of a new day.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Frozen #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
