Cry, it is
the light leaving. You
sleep to the
rails’ rhythm
singing lonesome blues. You hear,
you’ll never return.
But maybe
you will, someday, healed
of what was–
after trails,
sea, stars share their magic, heart-
haunted you’ll live on.
This is a shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Photo Challenge, and also for Open Link Night at dVerse, where Linda is hosting. This is my first post with the new editor. So, I hope it all worked out.
Image Credit: © Sally Cronin
“We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue,”
–William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Castaway,
the tide brings treasures
lost at sea,
and found–
we begin again
find magic
in ordinary things,
discover beauty
and hold life in woven strands–
fated patterns of past and future.
A gogyohka sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday—photo prompt using the photo above by Sally Cronin, and also linking this to dVerse Open Link Night.
Image Credit: © Ritu Bhathal
Welcome home
the glow said to me–
weary from
work and time
dragging me down. But light
keeps shadows at bay–
memories, they stay,
in moonlit places–
yet faces,
dark creatures
still slither into my dreams–
till dawn, and I’m free—
moon-glow memories
dance the way we did
remember?
Hand-in-hand
we moved, kissed, together said
words of love, now gone.
A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using Ritu Bhathal’s photo prompt.
Magic in
forests’ midnight green—
fairy queens
bewitching
with enchanted flute music
may never appear
but the deer
shyly nibbling grass
in autumn’s
golden hue?
That is magic I have seen,
and it is enough.
While I’m procrastinating with poetry, here’s a shadorma set for Colleen’s tanka Tuesday photo prompt, using the image above.
