If I appear to function,
it is testament to adaptability –
I am socially awkward,
with a side of dreamer –
wandering, spinning,
need someone to bring me back –
not adverse to fairytale kisses
or happily-ever-afters –
please, somebody beam me up,
set me down where life is
a festival – music, costumes,
the joyous sensation of belonging.
Imperceptibly
they disappear
no ghostly trace
I am a doorway –
open, transparent,
absorbing
teleporting
extinguishing
souls, spirited away
Eden-bound
no return.
Framed perspectives –
I see shelter, a friend
whose branches shield;
you see obstruction,
prefer sunshine to shade –
our differences, like windows,
portioned previews
of a life segmented.
(My weekly challenge this week is to consider the symbolism of windows. Â Won’t you join us?)
Much is possible –
seek it all, but remember
to adjust focus –
look beyond the imminent
to find the greatest treasure.
(Written for RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: Â find & seek)
We devour old times –
two clouded,
broken-eyed,
cat and dog –
fishing sacred out of
vast champagne night.
I may linger,
eat air,
an ocean –
that delicious thing –
fool to heal
this moist open throb
& it must work.
(My Friday muse is online magnetic poetry.)
Why do we strive for perfection
when it is the irregular,
the imperfect,
that makes life so interesting?
Thank you to all for sharing this past year with me, and wishing each of you the best for the New Year.
No path would blossom
if summers were about poetry –
a colder vine leaving me water.
Must let earth & animal
use this pure and wild air –
listen for dusk.
(I’m not running a weekly challenge, but I am inviting others to join me in playing Magnetic Poetry online. Â For details click here.)
Do come near,
sit under morning star
Your word has power,
as if a mutual mind
I light emotion –
a soft-eyed me –
and honour evening gift
fill her world
like felt on life.
(More magnetic poetry. Â Join in. Â I’d love to see your creations.)
Christmas morn blushing
with childlike fervour – outside
a chaste wonderland.
(Written for RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: chaste / blush. Image from personal collection.)
Merry day all!
Morning, he perches,
resplendent in heron gray
Like a beacon, he watches,
sets a rhythm for my day.
Is he lonely, I wonder,
eyes silent and still?
Later, he’ll wade his slow,
mindful hunt, while I tarry
waterside, camera aimed.
We’ve grown accustomed
to sharing this quiet space
I, the more curious, but
surely he ponders me too.
Is he lonely, I wonder –
Are you? his presence asks.
(Inspired by the resident Great Blue Heron and the promptings of Ragtag Community – resplendent, and Fandango – formidable.)
One Woman's Quest 