Take me home–Let me stay

Лунная ночь. Большая дорога

Many a time I’ve come this way,

Tonight I hope you’ll let me stay,

I’ve struggled hard and done my best,

Country road take me home to rest.

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Trodding between swaying maples

I recall our strife last April,

When secrets gnawed my weary chest,

Country road take me home to rest.

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Though shadows cross my lonely path,

I’m not wary nor filled with wrath,

I have changed, with love I’m now blessed

Country road take me home to rest.

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My heart wakens in full moonlight,

Worries melt as stars spark the night,

My tread is bold, I know my quest,

Country road take me home to rest.

This is a Kyrielle in response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #32.  Jane suggested the form; and offered the Russian painting as a prompt, together with prompt words:  Moonlight, Tread, Wary, Secret, Swaying.

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Message in a Bottle

Everything has a destination.

Concoctions meander

from sink

to sewer, septic bed,

groundwater seeping,

rivers flowing,

ocean  bound.

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Accidental spills,

trucks, trains,

ships at sea–

debris travels far,

spins in silver spray,

Flotsam lands

on remote beaches.

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Plastic bags fly,

flap in treetops,

huddle in long grasses,

meander,

 out to sea.

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Weather-worn,

micro-bits

hang suspended

in placid ocean pools,

Currents swirl

soups of plastic.

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Molten sand,

blown to glass,

filled with wine,

tossed from cruise liners,

washed up on beaches

or buried ocean deep.

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We all forget,

Life in a human world,

an ethereal fantasy,

plastic, glass, metal, chemicals

used and discarded,

to disappear,

But,

Everything has a destination.

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Marine debris on Hawaiian Coast–Public Domain

My thoughts emerged as I contemplated the photo prompt for Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #31:  Message in a Bottle. The prompt photo shows a bottle with a message scroll inside, lying on an ocean shore. Optional prompt words are: Ethereal, Placid, Meander, Forget, Silver.

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Peacock garden

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Painting by Marie Spartali Stillman [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

In dusk’s fleeting shadows she makes her ascent,

Mounting cold hard stone to the forbidden place,

Night birds cry warning of no descent,

She grips her offering, maintains her pace.

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Mounting cold hard stone to the forbidden place,

Where indigo guardians preen and court,

She grips her offering, maintains her pace,

On a grave mission, her heart’s last resort.

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Where indigo guardians preen and court,

In feather finery of emerald-gold-blue,

On a grave mission, her heart’s last resort,

They say peacocks spell evil–she hopes it’s not true.

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In feather finery of emerald-gold-blue,

Flashing beauty from one thousand eyes,

They say peacocks spell evil–she hopes it’s not true,

Their goodness is veiled by hideous cries.

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Flashing beauty from one thousand eyes,

Peafowl bow, fanning kindness and starlight,

Their goodness is veiled by hideous cries,

Her heart pain unravels in soft twilight.

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Peafowl bow, fanning kindness and starlight,

Night birds cry warnings of no descent,

Her heart pain unravels in soft twilight,

In dusk’s fleeting shadows she makes her descent.

This poem, my second pantoum attempt, is in response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #30: Peacock Garden.  Jane supplied the art and five prompt words:  Indigo, Cry, Night bird, Fleeting, and Forbidden.

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Ocean of tears

As the title suggests, this poem is about profound sadness–not a topic that I rush to write about. But I have been a loyal participant in Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge for a while–a challenge is meant to be  a challenge. The photographic reproduction of ‘Tears’ by French painter Odilon Redon was the prompt, together with optional words: Tears, Fly, Hue, Stealing, and Horizon. I used some of these words.

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A drowning soul
flounders in an
ocean of tears and
tormented thought
held only by
small feathers. 

Rivers of tears
blur eyes
clog nostrils,
chafe skin,
yet ears
wait.

Eternal night
retreats,soft hues of dawn
steal muffled
dark,
 feathering
daytime flight.

Plates clatter,
distant voices tone,
machines whir,
traffic rumbles,
house fan blows. 

Wind wanders, whines
rattling gutters,
Birds chatter,
sending
calls and 
warnings.

Small feathers
gently fan 
life's pulse
moving waves of
sound,
breath,
and thought.

A drowning soul
flounders in an
ocean of tears,
held only by
small feathers.

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In times of darkness

Moonlight,

in times of dread

illuminates a path,

followed, though shadows lurk and

specters

haunt, winding chills down aching spines,

heavily trudging on

toward daylight

solace.

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Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challege theme this week is ‘Moonlight’ coupled with a Munch painting and prompt words to be used alone or in combination.  I chose to focus on the five words: winding-moonlight-follow-heavily-path.  It was an interesting process to reflect on  moonlight and its role during challenging times.

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Spring moon contemplation

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Under a full moon Buddha rests,

peaceful statue stone bears moss,

roseheart blossom lanterns glow,

sacred necklace adorns bare chest,

moon-time surges pangs of loss,

bleeding hearts purify to white,

moonlit wisdom of endless flow,

center in flower mala night.

For Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #27: San San, I photographed a framed  greeting card showing a Buddha statue.  It is a picture that offers me a feeling of calm peace — a feeling I needed more than usual this week due to a loss in my extended family.

My poem is a ‘San San’:  many thanks to Jane Dougherty for featuring the form for this week’s challenge.  ‘San San’ means ‘three three’ in Chinese, referring to the form’s repetition of 3 images, 3 times.  The other form requirements are 8 lines with rhyme scheme: a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.  My three images are full moon, Buddha statue, and bleeding heart flowers.

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Fresh hope unwinds

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Every spring fresh hope unwinds
aromas soft and verdant tones
caressed by breezes gently blown.

Downy branches above entwined
boast tawny lace and feather brush
display of life's relentless crush.

Hungry birds peck morsels of rind
Ants rush in to gather and feed
Meanwhile furry mold tendrils breed.

Mountains shudder tectonic grind
Homo sapiens slap, drill, frack
natural gas to feed smokestacks.

Droughts fertilize presence of mind
Precious aquifers, waters fresh,
prized soil cleaned for organic creche.

Winds of change blowing bane behind
Asthma lifts with less tar and coal
Smog fumes thin with less truck petrol.

World intentions yet to be signed
When minds wed will actions follow?
Could hopeful anthems ring hollow?

Gossamer from a spool unwinds,
Life threads its spiraled mystery,
Spins mirage of eternity.


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This poem is an attempted "Constanza" in
response to Jane Dougherty Poetry
Challenge #26: Constanza.  Please 
follow the link to learn more about
this poetic form.

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