All the Difference
Two paths, not one,
yours and mine.
Though joining,
there is a distance
encompassing us,
our time together.
One path, two
components determined
to reach the end
together. But one
will end first,
our light extinguished,
leaving the other
to continue,
alone.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Caught #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
Consider Perspective
And the relative nature
of scale. Those who find
the need to be circumspect
by isolating issues without
recognizing their impact
on others reveal their
petty nature with no regard
for the welfare of society,
assuring their place
as mere footnotes
in history.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Stone #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
Passing Glance
What is the attraction of meadow flowers
to a passing hawk,
except to see them sway
and hear them rustle when there is no breeze
to make them dance?
Only then will the hawk pay those flowers
any heed, turning back
to touch them lightly as it collects the prey
that has had the misfortune of savoring
such beauty at a most inopportune moment.
This is my response to New photo prompt “Wings” and last week’s “Beginnings” round-up – #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
What Remains
See me now as I am and know
that mine is not a sad story.
My life could be held
in a feather, seemingly
insignificant, but with countless
strands holding both troubled times
and the promise delivered
by blue skies. Dipped in ink
to spill its tales, or carried on the wind
to those who have known me,
it speaks of a life lived.
See me now and know me.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Remains #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo. Sue has provided two photos for this week’s prompt.
Like Darkness
Lying in wait, yet fast approaching,
each moment takes us unaware,
while deceptively distant.
Never far from our minds,
yet somehow far off.
Consuming us,
like darkness
enters
light.
This nonet took a month to come together, but it’s a response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Waiting #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
No Question of Balance
your arms around me
mine around you
your shoulders
and mine
finding strength
within each other
embracing for eternity
Thursday Photo Prompt – Fallen #writephoto at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo
Limitless
Carved by raw emotion, this well knows
no true depth, each day fathomed
further as our love grows.
And each day, tapped as a source
of joy, it delivers to us infinite rewards.
Thursday Photo Prompt – Carved #writephoto at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo
Questions for a Silhouette
Do the answers to life’s
imperceptible fade
lie in your eyes?
Tell me, if you know.
On the edge of this coming
darkness, will we be reunited?
I know the night is
unending, but their presence
would be a comfort.
And those left behind
in the light, will I see them
in their darkness?
Do you know?
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt – Crow #writephoto, by Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
Holdout
Moons will set, boughs
remind us of lost traces
scattered by the winds,
and you will know
your time has come.
The seasons wait for no one.
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Eleven (each day a new Yeats quote) and Thursday photo prompt – Luna – #writephoto — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
“Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs”
W.B. Yeats
Lower image: Pincushion flower refusing to succumb to frost and drifting leaves,
Nov. 11, 2017
after the fall
at terminal velocity
the precipice was immaterial
what mattered was the outcome
and you were there
out of chaos
calm
This poem is in response to Thursday Photo Prompt – Flow #writephoto, from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
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