perpetual motion

Snapshots of happy moments

gathered like pearls

Hearts and minds

craving perfect pictures

while all that is clouded and changing

re-balances perpetually

like Einstein’s bicycle in motion.

consciousness blooms

equanimity dissolves

pleasure fades to dis-ease

each moment a potential medicine

to cure what came before

~

©️2018 Ontheland

In response to dVerse Poetics Tuesday—Medicine, I spun out these thoughts. The reference to Einstein’s bicycle comes from a quote posted by Kim in her Monday quadrille prompt:

Albert Einstein said: “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

breaking free

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I learned about how to look after a yard from my father.  I watched him trim hedges, regularly mow and rake grass, trim cedar hedges, plant pansies purchased at the May Fair, turn on the sprinkler.  The result was an orderly lawn on a small city lot.  Now, a country field surrounds my house. It teaches me to question convention…to let go and appreciate natural rhythms, both wild and orderly.  Every year I discover new plants and see new waves of growth….this year, fields of yellow dandelions preceded dazzling white daisies trimmed with red clover.

laid-back landscaper

self-seeded saplings

emerge in fields of colour

~

©2018  Ontheland

dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday—Complexity of Freedom

Cobbled

This cobbled road of us

rambled from plans of spring to summertime

checkered cloths of bread, cheese, wine

bouquets of parsley, roses, thyme.

Quarrels flared then repaired

with and not with words

to polish understanding

a chromatic weave of notes

that holds us whole.

~

©2018 Ontheland

The first line is from “We will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us” by Atticus.  Many thanks to our dVerse host, Whimsygizmo for Quadrille #58—Cobble us a Poem.

Les Parapluies (Umbrellas)

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Photographic reproduction of oil painting by Renoir, 1886, in the public domain

an umbrella sky

scalloped curves of blue

my empty basket

open to the day

It may rain

on our ‘parapluies’

our shelters held in hands

to lift in summer winds

to paint a second heaven

fine brushes of a town

bustling in the open air

~

©️2018 Ontheland

A quadrille for dVerse’s Quadrille #57: Don’t rain on my parade!

learning to flow

I woke up to the sound of chuckling rain. what a relief, a break from the urgent calls of the sun: come fork mounds of straw off the garden beds! come plant seeds–it’s early spring! come let the seedlings under indoor lamps breathe outside air! come out to mow the grass! I raise the blind and see young blades rising from the earth … they’ll be twice as hard to mow after their feast but what can I do? my body has rebelled, compelled me to rest and so I must.

Easy advice

put to the test again

slow down

Later sunlight returns, fresh leaflets shimmer, birds twitter…no be-twixt and between for them…nor for the cardinal calling from the highest branch.

Kitty cat purrs

Sprawled on resting legs

taking it easy

~

Today Lillian at dVerse invites us to write any kind of poem incorporating two or more brand names. I chose the chocolate category: Chuckles (chuckling rain), Mounds (mounds of straw), Twix (be-twixt) and Kit-Kat (kitty cat). I folded these references into a haibun about my current experience of spring. I am also linking to Haikai Challenge #33: spring rain.

©️2018 Ontheland

spring visitors

The red-domed lady bug makes its way around the edge of the washroom sink. Lower down, near the drain, another one shuffles. I find a piece of paper and lift the second one to a safer place on the window sill. Then I reach for my toothbrush and toothpaste and turn on the tap. What do these tiny bugs feel I wonder. Do they suffer like us if overwhelmed by a torrent of running water?

spring sunshine

life throngs through the window seams

miniature beings

~

©️2018 Ontheland

In response to dVerse Poet’s Pub Haibun Monday: Compassion