one bird seems to lead ~ tanka

one bird seems to lead
that winged arc across the sky
none truly follow
reaching their destination
instinct their only compass

With a memory like a sieve, it’s ironic that, at times, once I have a word in my head I can’t get it out. Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge No. 127 – Synonyms Only offers the words
lead and follow. Once I started writing, those words were there to stay,
so consider this a non-response to her prompt.

Image source: cornell.edu

Well Being ~ quadrille

 

Well Being

All it took was one look
into your eyes, and my heartbeat
spiked, like nothing
meant a thing before that
moment. I just fell into
those dark wells leading
to your soul, my whole being
fleeing before me
to be a part of you.

This is my response to Quadrille #75: Spike Up a Poem, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse, which is to use any form of the word spike in a quadrille, a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.

while dancing on air ~ haiku

momentary pause
between silent beat of wings
butterfly alights

while dancing on air
paired beating of wings and hearts
butterfly finds mate

The challenge for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #75 Poetry Archive (2) is to write a new haiku inspired by one from our own archive. The first haiku here (in blue) was written in response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #25 Use That Quote and was inspired by this quote by Rabindranath Tagore:

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

My daughter is getting married later this year. The image above is a Photoshopped version of the photo used with the first haiku, which was taken by my daughter at the Butterfly House of the St. Louis Botanical Gardens in 2015, when she was visiting for my birthday. Here is the original. (click both images for larger view)

Determination

Determination

Do not draw the gate on this life,
standing firm still in the winds
of change, lives passing by, unknowing.

Pride and determination build
inner strength, the scars of time
the sign of their healing.

The image above is by Sue Vincent, from Tenacity #midnighthaiku at Daily Echo.
Both the haiga and her prose inspired this poem.

 

Too Many Candles to Count ~ prose poem

Too Many Candles to Count

Your birth date just past, I think of how I couldn’t wait just six more hours to share that day with you. I like to think I made that first day a happy one. Those six hours were like nothing, and every candle we blew out together marked a joyous time, your smile one I will never forget. So many candles over fifty-five years. So many smiles you brought to me. I shared my first twenty-two years with you, and you shared your last two years with me. Our roles were reversed, but I would do it again, without a second thought. You chose your role in life. Without that, my life would not be the same.

The 1950s and 1960s were different times. Women’s opportunities were far less broad then they are today. Advances have been made since then, with, hopefully, more in the near future. Given those earlier times, I’m thankful for the role my mother played.