Word Without End
Poetry holds no conclusions,
only transitions.
Before one thought is finished,
another is formed.
One line inspires another.
One poem, yet another
Same author, or another.
It matters not.
Once written or spoken,
there is no end to poetry.
This poem is inspired by Paradoxical or how to read a poem,
by Peter Frankis.
My Horizon
Of the paths I have taken
Countless, yet
None meaningless
Near
Far
The reward is the light
I have found along the way
This poem is inspired by Wide #midnighthaiku,
both Sue Vincent’s haiku and her photo.
Known, Yet Unknown
A friend you’ve never met
shares,
and you are the better for it.
Vision, with an eye for detail,
provides inspiration.
Vision, broad in perspective,
raises questions, brings understanding.
Vision regarding history
offer an interconnectedness.
Vision of the earliest moments
becomes a portal to the future.
And though still obscure,
as the final moment approaches,
a friend you’ll never meet
is willing to share it.
Photo courtesy of Helen Jones
child once more
a son understands
roles reversed
In response to a senryū by Chèvrefeuille
memories
fading away more and more
she … a child again
© Chèvrefeuille
I have seen a horizon
distant, still
but growing ever closer
no hurry to meet it
as it patiently waits
This gogyohka is inspired by Just Glad by Paul Cannon.
Image: Lake Ontario, 30 July 2011
wandering spirits
held in thought
never captured
call to me
always out of reach
This gogyohka, inspired by water music by Kerfe Roig, is my response to
Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 187 #PhotoPrompt,
with the photo provided by Sally Cronin.
Secret Beach
Silence in the sounds of nature,
my footsteps just another element
lost in the whoosh of waves
on this, my lone companion,
a deserted beach not so deserted.
Seclusion amidst the raw edge of nature,
a hundred gulls the voice in my ears.
Removed from myself in this isolation,
the silent voice of my thoughts
surrounds me, a greater force
of freedom craved, achieved.
Ever-changing, from tranquil to wrathful,
from granite gray to aqua, this beach,
this enigma, is as uncharted as my life,
never knowing what lies beyond the horizon.
Here, I am myself,
unquestioned, unchallenged
as I think, consider, compose.
Inspired by and distilled from “My Secret Beach,” by Keith Hillman, at Keith’s Ramblings. Thank you to Keith for graciously allowing me to post this poem.
Please visit the original, here.
This also serves as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Glisten #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Aware of Darkness
Who is to say one’s grief
is greater than that of another?
Never really gone,
all exist in all they touch,
yet some are touched
in ways that cannot be equaled.
Who is to measure a loss,
if not the one whose heart
cannot find a way to fill a space
that already holds something
that can no longer be touched?
One who sees the darkness
that would consume
the light that fills that space.
One who lives with that grief.
These are my thoughts after reading Beware of Darkness, by Kerfe Roig.
Linked to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub
Somnambulant Questioned
While I, the night before determined
not to rise before the sun, wake instead before
the moon sets to read your words. Or do I?
Does light from a screen exist, are motions
of zoom and focus by a somnambulant
real if not documented, captured?
Must I wait until I truly rise to learn
your words do remain, that the moon
kissed the horizon before my eyes?
Or will I wake to find nothing has changed
as I break the skin to peel back in segments
what was only a dream all along?
This poem was inspired by “somnambulant,” by grapeling.
Images: super moon, 5:00am CST, 07 May 2020
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No Way
We walk in place,
pace a fiction we place
upon ourselves. No collective
intended here, intentions
of isolation our recourse
when we have everywhere to go
and nowhere to accept us,
except as carriers of contagion,
contained out of necessity.
This poem is inspired by (Poet Girl Em) Emily’s Way.
Although she has been posting less often, Em always provides thought provoking poetry.
As one of the last states to do so, Missouri’s governor finally issued a statewide stay-at-home order, yesterday. Our city and county have been “stay-at-home” for more than a week, with “limited gatherings” in place before that. The governor had hesitated to issue a statewide order, instead relying on localities to better gauge the needs of their communities. An example of how well that was working could be found around Lake of the Ozarks, a resort area in mid-Missouri, where cities waited until 4 days ago to limit gatherings to no more than 10 people.
Today is Day 4 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
While this poem is off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
Image source: morguefile.com
