An ode to adventures at home in three lines and a photo, continued…
RL
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It was forever since I looked at where I live. I’ve been mostly in the business of adjusting to new normals – again. Still. Look, can we finally just face that we really have no idea what normal really was? A lot of what was normal badly needed the revision anyway. I guess we’re all still working on it.
In the meantime, home commanded my attention. I forgot what an adventure home is…
RL
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Summer haikus; poetic respite in between the cares and the concerns of Spring and the prep work for Fall…
Photos from my first attempt at a deck garden.
Delicacies reign
Effortless sustenance hails
Tendril-loving care
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Seedy flirtations
Lusciously coloring life
Carelessly strewn joy
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Allium cepa
Flavorful accessory
Verdant stems of pride
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Goth petunias
Black velvet grows in boxes
Textural wealth
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Future offerings
Seeds of faith, promise & love
Gratitude’s bounty
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This could be a Spring of retreat; a step or two toward the past. Maybe time on our hands and loads of room for reflection. My own longings lean toward the masses questioning all the holes in all the systems that Covid-19 surged right up to our every sensibility.
My next prayer is that all this new-found realization of what matters, this renewed knowledge of what essential is, will not get tossed and lost for good by most.
Reflection choices can be simple too; in fact, the majority of mine certainly are. I can’t believe how much it means to walk in the woods right now. All the smells of Spring are especially entrancing, and I am so in beyond land when I look at the tender shoots that replaced the tiny seeds I planted weeks ago. I’m so excited to be a back deck farmer this year. Small things. The every things.
It was within these lines of thought on this lazy Thursday, I was reminded of a sweet and lovely moment of 3 years ago, when we were allowed more fearless touch.
Wishing all a gentle and inspiring weekend.
I am the first thought
On his mind as daybreak blinks
Sunday morning bliss…
Gently smudging pain’s traces
Sweetly replacing facades
RL
Haiku / Tanka
Inspired by the artwork of: aaronpaquette.net and prompted by: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/heal/
The whirlwinds of life have been carrying me across a map of wonder and occasionally, just plain confusion. The decade of 10s has left me wide open; it dumped me into a sense of knowing, but bereft of detail. Oh, how I despise the statement, “I know, but I don’t know”, and yet, here I am…
I have high hopes for 2020, and though I don’t know what the shift is going to be, I sense it. A large one and it’s going to be interesting. You feel this too, right? It’ll maybe even be pretty bumpy, but the ends will justify the Universe’s means – and let’s face it, we asked for it.
Perhaps, that’s why I’d like to usher in this new era lightly, maybe even a tad timidly. Nah, I’ve outgrown timidity; long ago. Damned long ago. Still, it feels right to simply step in softly and a little carefully. Boldness will eventually be called for, of that I feel certain, but in a bit.
For now, I revel in the small pleasures, like the smile that crosses my boy’s face when he’s told meatloaf is for dinner. ( I make a good meatloaf. Just sayin’.) Or, when I get to look at photos for the year and they inspire a small dive into humble poetic pleasures. …
Winter’s moon calls for rest
Centering contemplation
Replenishing growth
A heart’s library
Body of knowledge embraced
Contentment attained
Pushing boundaries
A cast and crew of courage
Therapeutic art
And finally, my boy’s choice for my 2020 profile. Of course, he took the photo, so his bias is likely far more basic than the object of his artistry 😉 .
Holiday bounty
Lovely evening awaits
Surprise packages
As always, I remain grateful to those who follow my meandering thoughts & trials and to those who reply with the most gorgeous dollops of kindness and insight. I look forward to continuing to learn and then, with the best of success that my prayers allow, share that education meaningfully. And when it isn’t education, may all our poetic and humorous days flourish! I also look forward to reading as much as I can within my writing communities. The amount of talent to sort through is the loveliest of problems.
To all, I wish a healthily successful 2020 and a courageous, joy-filled new decade.
Cheers,
RL
Remember that time
You trimmed the thickened branches
A hostage was claimed
Little game of tit for tat
Forgotten loss; willow’s gain
RL
#haiku #tanka
It’s been about a month’s worth of thoughtful weekly beginnings. Something in the air… change, newness, the call of Spring? I don’t know. I do know each one gave me something personal; something not quite typical…
Heralding Hues
Waning assurance?
Maybe merely fine-tuning
Imminent promise
#haiku #rainbows
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Moonstruck
Reverent howling
Eerie, the Blood Wolf Moon Eve
Neighbourhood braced
#haiku #lunareclipse
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Sunday Softly
Sunday night refuge
Musical libations soothe
Under homemade stars
#haiku #pubdreams
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Singing Our Lives With His Words
Song flows like whiskey
Tenderly trickling around
Fading memories
#haiku #musicalpoets
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It’s a beautiful thing, watching our yards convert and conform to the winding of the world. I think this is the real new year in motion. It inspires my hopes for personal growth in a good way, in as much as the grace found in the beauty of these Spring markers…
Springalings
Sweetly bells appeal
No blue states of mind remain
Smiles swell, bud to bud
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Spring Siren
Hints of lush promise
Purity tinged seduction
Daffodil’s disguise
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Beautiful Dreamer
Beauty softly speaks
Within Magnolia dreams
Gentle folds embrace
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I’m just a little ahead of the curve on the upcoming odes to Eros, Cupid, and Saint Val, but one might say my small poetic offerings aren’t much of an ode to hearts, arrows, & small flying angels anyway. What can I say, it was a mood – I ran with it…
Morbidity Loves
Swore indifference
then he covered his body
in my poetry
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Locks Of Love
Coddled
your dark ego
before she ran away
said what she needed for a clean
escape
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Imperilled Rescues
Broken promises to hate me
Spent his national holiday
Looking for me, sipping on dreams
to coax me home, to coax me home
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Forlorn longing sighs
Spring’s promises to Summer
Pivot toward dark
Weak, last ditch appeals to Sun
Spring promised; prolong our youth
RL
Haiku/Tanka
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