A Dream of Peace

A Dream of Peace

Beyond the horizon, that point
between here and there,
now and then, there is peace.

Freedom from strife,
often imagined, is the norm,
and harmony is enjoyed by all.

Beyond the horizon, the moon
calls to me. I wait for her to cast
her light on that peaceful scene.

This poem is my response to Triplets, the prompt from Frank at dVerse Poets,
calling for poems utilizing tercets.

The next full moon is at 2:12pm CST, 05 June 2020. Clouds are moving in tonight and expected through tomorrow, so I hope to catch a glimpse of the near-full moon tonight. I could use some peaceful moonlight. The top photo is of last month’s full moon.

*The second photo was taken this evening – 99% full – 05 June 2020
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Dream On – #writephoto

A bit of nonsense (with her photo) for my response to Sue Vincent’s (Daily Echo)
Thursday Photo Prompt – Anomaly #writephoto

dream-on

Dream On

Beings of celestial light
Beam us up into the night
Take our hand, that we might find
Ice cream cones of every kind
And salad bars where bacon bits
Sprinkled by elephants that sit
On daffodils of sheer blown glass
Across a bridge where all may pass
Serve tennis balls at lightning speed
In every color we might need
To paint a world where all is right
We wish for this with all our might

Make this journey one of joy
To bring about the girl and boy
The child there within each heart
The one that’s always been a part
Of each of us, though it might seem
That all we see is but a dream
Show us how to have some fun
In a world where hate and guns
Have found a way to be the norm
Give us peace in every form
And when at last you beam us down
Remind us of that joy we found

picture peace

picture peace.jpg

picture peace

embrace those who
surround you
celebrate their poetry
the rhythm of a vast voice
will waken your desire

This is my response to MPSC 2.6.  Each Saturday sees a new prompt for Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge from Elusive Trope at Specks and Fragments, and the challenge details can be found here.  If you want to try magnetic poetry, you can do it online, here.

Star of Peace – #PoetsforPeace

See that star?
There?
Through the branches
that move and sway.

It is peace,
never really out of reach,
always shining.

But this tree is the discord
that would obscure that star,
keep us from making it our own.

Our hatred and violence
are the wind that would
fan that tree.

There will always be discord,
so we must remove
the hatred and violence,
address it with discourse.

We must still the wind
to keep that star in sight,
and peace will, in turn,
be ours.

The five word prompts for The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #45 are own, turn, shine, tree and star.
This poem also is submitted as a comment on Calling All Poets/Creative Minds to a Grand Collaboration – Poets for Peace at forgottenmeadows, where there is an open invitation (until August 31, 2016) to add your voice, through comments, to a running poem in response to escalating global violence.

Secret Keeper Prompt

On September 21, 2016, “Peace Poem, 2016,” including “Star of Peace,”
was published by Praxis Magazine Online.

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.).

War No More

War No More

Gaze into the distance,imagine
as they fade on the horizon
illusory images
of a place in time when
poppies need not grow
with thoughts of war
lost in a
distant
haze

My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #5: Nonet
is my first attempt at this form of poetry.
Nonet: a poetry form of nine lines following the syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1

Image source: Google Art Project
Meadow with Poppies by Pál Szinyei Merse
(as suggested by Jane Dougherty)