sunset gold, low-slant
fires distant spark
starting seaside, spreading
beacon point to point to point—
behind my eyes
why did I glory in tales
of blood, fighting
remembered sword-grip
and how it shamed loving touch
of earth lifted, sifted
and firmed again
no more. I close the border of that land
with this drawing in, hurrying on
of cloak, hood, fences, gates
tamping down the pulse, the heart-fire
watching the thread of smoke lift
swirl, vanish
Sharing this post from last November for International Day of Peace.
A long year of watching
strife. (Earth, ocean, sun
sky, the very air above
suffers.) So this means—?
Come. Could we love?
Breathe peace song
in every language?
I was feeling pretty blank this morning, so I pulled out my mystical Magnetic Poetry set. Here’s what I found in the words. PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 18 prompt is “an idea poem.”
quarter-moon glows, cut
pasted on black
sky, stilling
star-string
all
my words
impatience
swept by cold-bright
breath of morning’s gift
An hourglass poem for Jane’s weekly challenge #20.
A long year of watching
strife. (Earth, ocean, sun
sky, the very air above
suffers.) So this means—?
Come. Could we love?
Breathe peace song
in every language?
I was feeling pretty blank this morning, so I pulled out my mystical Magnetic Poetry set. Here’s what I found in the words. PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 18 prompt is “an idea poem.”
Rich in
years, travel, love
music, peace, gardens, words:
I’ve no (he)art to sell my poems–
take them.
The prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 7 is to write a poem about money. Here’s a soothing little cinquain to rest my brain after yesterday’s workout.
Graceful Press Poetry 