Love casts out fear, it has been said but I have never been as scared as when I loved and gave my heart to love's power and to its art. To what folly have I been ensnared? Alone, I fly free, as a bird leading its wings to paths it dared fly, with no one to lose or hurt. Love casts out fear - in soothing tones, it calls, I learned and followed where my soul love steered - a full life seen from all its parts as its Maker had planned. His art, Love, casts out fear. ~~~~~ Written for PAD Challenge - Day 3 - "_____________ of Love" Linking with DVERSE OPEN LINK NIGHT An attempt at writing a Rondeau.
He did not know what he was doing. His brain was addled from the long winter - there was no more food in his part of the woods His coat was getting dull It was a matter of survival - stealing into the orchard to nibble at the blueberry buds just before the sun peeked in the horizon. He was careful to stay hidden behind the trunk of the big mulberry; He had already made the owner quite angry by his intrusions. He was going to run across the mounds of snow just as he used to but he was so hungry so hungry he had to eat and eat as much as he could eat. he did not hear the house door creak or the shotgun's squeak he did not heed his sprinting herd but he did feel the kiss of lethal steel. ~~~~~~ For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.
My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give - My velvet blooms, capture in rhyme My beauty lasts but a short time Before rains make my death knells chime I hope I lived my cause to live My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give. ~~~~ For dVerse's POetics: From Nature's Point of View
Sundrenched mornings open the day sprinkling diamonds on sleepy grass as mist lifts and then dissipates puffing the clouds dotting azure skies. Sparrows twitter up on the trees, glossy feathers waving in the wind their bellies filled with early worms once working on the warming ground. Silken threads swing from budding twigs luminous in the spreading light bearing caterpillars searching for some tender leafy delight. Shadows recede and colors blur as busy folks rush through the day but the ancient trees stand their ground to weave lace with their bursting buds. For DVerse's Meeting the Bar, Bjorn wants folks to write a poem inspired by impressionism. I do not know if I cleared the bar, but it was sure fun thinking of spring. :-)
I am a hundred faces staring at me Unlike Narcissus, I am not thrilled by what I see Somehow, the faces are familiar and strange all are distorted, even grotesquely so - and their eyes, their eyes are accusing, sad, amused, angry - all at once Could that be me on the mirror? who am I who am I Where do I stand before the Eyes that know how the images combine? Who is the vision who is real - the ones I see or the one I perceive myself to be? Where is the truth out of this confusion?
For DVERSE’s Poetics Prompt, Lilian wants us to write about amusement parks, rides, state fairs, and such. For this prompt, I bring myself back to the Bangor State Fair in 2012. Contrary to the tone I used in the poem, I had fun in the Mirror Maze. It was one of the rare attractions that I enjoyed at the fair. I really do not enjoy the rides. They make me sick and make me deathly afraid. My poor children can never ever expect me to accompany them in their rides. The one time I was prevailed upon to take them to a kiddie plane ride, I screamed louder than my four year old. I really cannot fathom how people pay to scare themselves silly. 🙂 That’s just me – no offense intended for those who love roller coasters and such.
You covered my hands with beauty you lifted the hopes of my soul while we walked down the altar to pledge myself to my love's call How nervous our steps were but you covered my hands with beauty concealed the trembling of my bones that a radiant smile eyes would see You witnessed new life being built by two hearts vowing to be one You covered my hands with beauty and thus enhanced their offering You are now but gossamer skin in the folds of my gown. To me No flower could be more precious- You covered my hands with beauty.
P.S. The above flowers are not the flowers referred to here. They were tulips that we picked out from a grocery store the night before our wedding. I would have loved to have roses but by then the roses have completely sold out because of Valentine’s Day.