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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Aware of Darkness

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

A Reason to Smile

A Reason to Smile

This day
          any other

The same
          and not

Always, your smile
          this day, especially

Without you
          just not the same

She’s always had it,
          your smile

Come this time
          next year

Hers will shine
          on this day, especially

And I will remember

Image: Donna (1937) & Alyssa (1995)

Ha Ha Tonka

Ha Ha Tonka

Stone quarried on the grounds is railed
to a bluff. What is not a castle
is named a castle. A man leaves a sign,
a testament to his vanity. Towering
above a lake, imposing on the land,
its wealth succumbs to nature. Flames
that will not eat stone gnaw at the inside,
leaving nothing but stone that is not a castle.

And the land lives on,
preserved for more than one man.

Trails, paved and not, skirt the ruins,
pass above and below them. Berried cedars
cling to the cliff walls, while oak and walnut
line the hillsides, outliving the beams
and woodwork that once graced those ruins.
As heron fish on its shores, the lake is fed
by a spring pouring from the limestone wall.
The naturally hewn walls of the bluff
and its stone arch are the true castle to this land.

The prompt for Take Me With You from Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub
is to write a poem as a travelogue of sorts, with the name of the site in the title.

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The “castle” at Ha Ha Tonka was built in the early 1900s and was consumed by fire in 1942. The estate is now a Missouri State Park that features 3700 acres of forest that include caves, sinkholes and bluffs overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks. Other Ha Ha Tonka posts, including photos, can be found here.

 ~ Day 29 ~

Truth in Flowers

Eastern Redbud

Truth in Flowers

Redbuds in bloom set the stage,
say no blues today.
As foreseen by the dandelion,
violets attest to that truth.
Faces turned to the sun, phlox agree.
The final reward on this day of hiking?
Ever cheerful bluebells.

Common Violet & Dandelion

Blue Phlox


Today is Day 11 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month. The prompt
for napowrimo.net is to write about specific meanings of flowers,
with a link to a glossary of flower meanings (in text, here).
In this instance those flower meanings would be:

violet – faithfulness
dandelion – Rustic Oracle
phlox – unanimity
bluebell – constancy

Images: Runge Nature Conservation Center, Jefferson City, Missouri
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March arrives ~ senryū

March arrives
denying winter
brings no change

I was well into my thirties before I accepted that my early March birthday is not in the spring.
I dislike winter that much, although I actually saw one budding tree while kayaking on Sunday, so Missouri does offer that over Western New York. (* click image *)

This short-form senryū is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 167, #Poet’sChoice



Paddle paused, the kayak continues
drifting upstream, the mild current
offering little resistance. The wake
continues towards shore, calmer
in its own wake, until rippled
reflections become serene,
the kayak still, and the waves
only a memory.

This is my response to Poetics: Impermanence
the prompt from Merril at dVerse Poets Pub.

Image: Moreau River, Missouri, June 2018
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