All Is Not Lost

All Is Not Lost

Three candy wrappers.
One crushed water bottle.
I empty my pockets of
souvenirs collected on the trail.

The same two weeks later,
when I return to walk
the two-mile, winding trail
in this hundred acre preserve.

I’m not the only one. Crews
of workers are always present,
maintaining this showcase
in the state capital.

Driving to buy groceries, I follow
a pickup and watch the driver
rolling coal as he cuts off a compact car.
A plastic bag blows across the street.

I pull into the store parking lot,
eye a space as a car backs out.
Pulling away, the driver drops
a cigarette butt from her window.

I watch a teen kick a water bottle
in his path. Just one more part of
the problem, I think, until he picks it up
and drops it into the can at the entrance.

Rolling coal – Some diesel pickup owners deliberately accelerate
to dump black smoke from their exhausts.

This poem is my response to earthweal weekly challenge: RADICAL HOPE.

Off prompt, but also shared with Day 7 at napowrimo.net.

Photo: clipart.com

Waking to the Truth ~ #writephoto


Waking to the Truth

Each passing day finds hope ever dimmer,
the happiness that once was ours shrouded
with darkness, and that bright horizon
now beyond our reach, making it harder to find
the truth within these lambent dreams.

This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Lambent #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.

Credit to Tallis Steelyard (Jim Webster) for the term lambent dreams

Sunburst ~ haibun

Sunburst

Sunburst

They do not detract, the dark lines of lead between each glass panel, but fuse them into brilliance, with the sun streaming through in just such a way that keeps you rapt, marveling at the brilliance that could conceive such beauty that otherwise would be darkness, save for metal, glass, light and vision.

vivid sunlight streams
urging hope for the future
all eyes drawn skyward

Using lead and save, this haibun is my response to a challenge from Colleen Chesebro: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #32: LEAD & SAVE.
Photo: City Hall Council Chambers Ceiling, Buffalo, New York

Like Pebbles on the Sand

Like Pebbles on the Sand

On the shore of possibility
Each a pebble, worn smooth by the years
Humanity gazed upon that sea
Longing for a future free from tears

Each a pebble, worn smooth by the years
No two the same, in shape, shade or hue
Longing for a future free from tears
Each grain and texture shining on through

No two the same, in shape, shade or hue
Reflecting on a future of peace
Each grain and texture shining on through
Ending conflict, when all war would cease

Reflecting on a future of peace
With all sadness and blues swept aside
Ending conflict, when all war would cease
Peacefully existing, side by side

With all sadness and blues swept aside
Humanity gazed upon that sea
Peacefully existing, side by side
On the shore of possibility

 

This is my reply to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #35: Pebbles, write a pantoum, using her photo and these suggested words: bright, smooth, shore, blue and reflecting. (Here, shining is used for bright.)
Pantoum ~  a series of quatrains, with the second and fourth lines of each stanza repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza.  In addition, the first and third lines of the first stanza reappear as the fourth and second lines of the last stanza.  Where possible, ideas of repeating lines shift (via punctuation, etc.).