A Wall I Cannot Scale
Where once it was possible
to breach the wall that has grown
between us, it has become ever darker
within, so that not even the light of day
can reach you. Here, there is life.
I hear robins and sparrows. What birds
call to you, and would they want to
be in such darkness? Would I want to
open a door that is now forever closed?
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Forgotten #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo (edited here).
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Casting a light across the shadow
that would have brought me down,
you were my future, the horizon
that would bring me out of my darkness.
Now all is light.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Timeless #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo (slightly modified here).
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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
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Stone #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
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.
Grounded in Love
No bolt from above,
nor radiance heralding
a new day dawning.
A state imbued
with a warmth
cherished, once found.
You and I,
in sunrise and sunset.
Grounded in love.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Conflagration #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
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”
Lower image: Pincushion flower refusing to succumb to frost and drifting leaves,
Nov. 11, 2017
I would lie on a bed of hard wood,
at the mercy of the elements,
the stars over my head,
if it meant waking by your side.
Should the vines wrap themselves
around us, neither
blazing sun, nor pouring rain,
could lessen the sweetness.
No matter the time or place,
it is your embrace
that consumes the moment,
brings me the joy I seek.
This poem is in response to Thursday Photo Prompt – Peace #writephoto, from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
and you are with us.
A valley cannot remain long in mist,
before light touches the farthest reaches.
The photo is provided in Thursday photo prompt – Twilight #writephoto at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
Ambiguity in Perspective
Within the freedom of flight
lie limits. Mobility,
a matter of perspective.
Ask the crow eyeing
traffic, crossing to feed
on a busy highway.
Or the wren, eyes blank,
neck bent as it lies
on the doormat, proud
cat never once looking
to the sky. Freedom, seldom
served, more often taken.
The photo is provided in Thursday photo prompt – Wings #writephoto at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
A Question of Presence
I might say to spare me
an absence of presence, should
the time come, but remember,
a sparrow may return to a nest
abandoned, that light still touches
those reaches outwardly empty.
A jay might seem raucous,
even crazed, but devoted,
still, to those it holds dear.
Dotage to its extremes.
In catching up with my reading after last week’s absence, I found derelict, Kerfe Roig’s (method two madness) response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Her poem took me in this direction.
Image source: Blue Jay, © Maria Corcacas/PFW via The Cornell Lab of Ornithology
Sue’s Original Photo Prompt