A Question of Presence

A Question of Presence

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

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Sue’s Original Photo Prompt

Reveal – #writephoto

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Reveal

Foundation, firm,
yet clearly troubled,
given his demeanor
of inconsistencies.

Greater concern for
the attic of his thoughts,
barn swallows freely nesting,
dancing in the light of his eyes.

Oh, there is life there, yet,
but great care must be taken,
sweeping cobwebs and straw
from the farthest reaches.

There is more to that light
than just madness,
as the light touching
those recesses reveals.

The photo is provided in Thursday photo prompt – Derelict #writephoto at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

A comment by Daniel Tijuana has led me to the following revision:

Reveal

Foundation, firm,
yet clearly troubled,
given his demeanor
of inconsistencies.

Greater concern for
the attic of his thoughts,
barn swallows freely nesting,
dancing in the light of his eyes.

Oh, there is life there, yet,
but great care must be taken,
sweeping cobwebs and straw
from the farthest reaches.

There is more than madness
in those eyes,
as the light touching
the recesses reveals.

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Negotiating Caverns

This morning, I replied to Sue Vincent’s latest photo prompt with the first thing that came to mind, Out of the Shadows. After posting, I thought about conversations I’ve had with one of my favorite poets here, Robert Okaji, who has given me valuable advice on writing poetry. I admire his ability to illustrate, while still maintaining an economy in his words. I’ve tried to accomplish that here. I’m sure I’ll be returning to this, but, so far, I think this poem can stand on its own. Just in case, here is the photo from Sue’s prompt.

Out of the Shadows

Negotiating Caverns

We cling to
what we know,
seeing, yet wondering at
what could be.

Bathed in light for
seconds of an eon-life,
stalactites reach to connect.

Christmas Present – #writephoto

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Christmas Present

A lovely pine with special meaning
Its very presence a sweet delight
Standing here before me

Snowflakes grace its gentle branches
Their luster offering a sign
A lovely pine with special meaning

Looking closer, a nest appears
A hidden gift within its branches
Its very presence a sweet delight

Imagine lights upon this lovely pine
Soon to be our Christmas tree
Standing here before me

It’s been several months since I’ve attempted a cascade poem. This one is my response to Sue Vincent’s (Daily Echo) Thursday Photo Prompt – Christmas Present – #writephoto, with her photo.
Cascade ~ four three-line stanzas, without rhyme
               ~ three lines of the first verse used successively as last lines of following verses
               ~ line pattern A/B/C, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
               ~ longer poems may be created by having a longer first verse

Solid Ground – #writephoto

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Solid Ground

Would I change a thing?
Not if it meant losing you.

Sure, some trivial details,
but what is life, if not
the course to this place and time?

At times, the path has been like
walking on thin ice,
but I haven’t drowned, yet.

Climbing back out is
what brought me here,
brought me to you.

That is one thing
I would not change.

This is my response to Sue Vincent’s  (Daily Echo) Thursday Photo Prompt – Cracked Ice #writephoto, with her photo.

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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

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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