Morning Glory

~ Megan Duncanson Madart~

Briskly reeling along trees & bushes the misty streams prevail the common sense. Blowing the yearning through the vessels/hose the air mass drives doubts seeds in their grounding intention to the earth.

While repentant martyrs stones desperately ask fiery dawn of forgiveness, a chance to start over, - the bathed spray/healed troubles slide sonorously back into the heart’s crevices,

infusing music

ancient sitar witnesses joy

first drop on leaf palm

by MMT

Read more at: Mid-Week Motif: Martyrdom 

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille

Sunday's Whirligig #48

Squares

 Anne Worner “Don’t Fall In” CC BY 2.0 ~ flickr.com

Squares…

arrow where we meet

committed the following

wing-clipped

it’s fatal

at all the sizes

as we step in footstep

ape-creatures

chores, our day’s eye

design filled with

ease – sometimes white

bright – you look back

ache, hurt to be one

unapproved – switch

itch/inch to black

echoing squares…

Read more at: Photo Challenge at Mindloveisery's Menagerie

Shared with PU Mid-Week Motif: design

Distorted colors

Dear souls

passed over to the next room

in silence

they know, feel

appear in the placid moment

our thoughts

touching surface

a tissue of growing

self-planted forest

trees and bushes

to mark the security

shape truth

the obituary

evoked by distorted colors

so resonant life

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

Lighten step

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*

Your hair is not brown¹

thoughts of belated Messiah

lighten step

**

by the window

tranquil palms in our eyes

keeping balance

***

we dream

pre vailed underlying yet

quantum leap

1 The line from Paul Celan poem "Your hand"  .

Read more at CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI , where our host/guru  Chevrefeuille   introducing 'leap linkage' haiku technique. Thank you!

Written for PU Mid-Week Motif "Tranquility" 

Sail your smile in the air *

'Sail Boats' by Valda Fitzpatrick ~ pinterest.com

When early cheerful birds break the eggshell of morning

routinely mingle with clock’s ‘tick-tock’, - the bustle enliven me, even if I’ve been drinking only one cup of coffee yet lit   up lavender candle with late regret of suspended moment…

When early cheerful birds scattered to first morning class,

the school attendant, not placid crow cowing - proclaims silence – the rain desired before, dies… leaving nondescript grey remnants in air to the discretion of magpie tales and quirks….

Along with birds

Mimicking “I’m great” pose,

I sail my smile in the air…

* Note: the title - the line from the poem by Kahlil Gibran

Read more at: PU Mid-Week Motif, 3WW

A touch

Lion love

When I touch him…

a chin lies on the chest,

swelled love drops,

foggy thoughts,

leaning toward,

asleep…

while music on,

people move

in the rhythm flow..

When I touch him -

He awakes.

When I touch

his shoulders

offering to heal…

what was that

challenged him,

his creative will,

what’ve come up

as a block

to protect the past,

to resist the change…

 “Everything I touch

let become a gold”

mantra/chant/exhale

Let the issues go;

open to be healed

hands palms turned up-

let the light in.

Read more at: PU Mid-Week Motif

Orbs of Light

pinterest ~ New Orleans Artist Lou Jordan

Before the mother’s womb

floating, drifting, in bubble

an orb of light

Longing, voted 

for the project “Earth life”

to feel the density

Choosing the family

a new skill to learn,

society curve

Stand tall on the two

holding the will

Independently

Glistering others

surround with love vibes

the sacred message

Don’t let be sedated

yet pathetically righteous

remember orb’s light.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

Day after solstice

photos-public-domain.com

Alive, we're descending…

a script on the wall

rewires…

with new perception,

and when arrive

the guardian meets

with oil chandelier

& phrase:

what took you so long…

New pair of wings,

unknown

serrated

tuxedo,

and sudden

shift of

dimensions

to fly thru…

rx square on

crossing Mercury/Neptune

to test/taste

the clairs...

inward turned eyes…

Where hardship & lesson,

there – gifts from the gods…

if only we dare

to question…

Read more at: PU Mid-Week Motif:Solstice

Piercing

Artist: Georgia O'Keeffe ~ PU Mid-Week Motif

Layers

unopened

blue prints…

Your waves

brought me

a foam,

nothing

in particular,

mute,

but awesome

in colors…

Is it possible

in multifaceted,

multicolored,

multidimensional,

multitasking

galore

to discover

the one?...

Roly-poly, blubbery

clean to the core,

not too blurred

character traits,

worthy to aim for…

"Innercore" by Linda Duffy

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif: Waves

Justice fest

– Tess Photography ~ Photo Challenge ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Bitter taste…

Ever fall

Beneath sweet

Expectations & Dreams?

Stumble once…

Haven’t learned

Trip-skip-dance

Over density’ rocks?

Celebrate…

Justice Fest

Soul sought Truth…

What a glorious day!

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday: bitter, glorious, stumble, 

PU Mid-Week Motif : Justice

Photo Challenge, Surrealism, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

No pretense

Art by Bill L'Engle

Hush, desperate thoughts

Listen to beautiful beat

I walked down to earth

          Watch a new life’s hatching eggs

          Heart in the sync – no pretense

Read more at: PU Mid-Week Motif, Three Word Wednesday, 

Heeding Haiku With HA: Pretense, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Strata

Art by Floriana Quaini

The fabric, transitional souls,

the laundry of thinned strata

so flimsy yet vulnerable

conscious offer

luminous reflection

to cope with density

hungry crafted

unable to relax, toxic

three-dimensional world,

firmly kneaded in

scold/scoff rightness

tense.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

Captivation

by hilariagalleries ~ pinterest

Receding moon ring

burst light between Earth and Sun

the diamond imprint

           I keep in my heart the spring
                                   Insight, a matching island…

Read more at: Mid-Week Motif PU ~ Captivity with Susan

Heeding Haiku With HA Mindlovemisery's Menagerie : Spring

Turbulent mind

The Scream by Edvard Munch

Prominence annoyed…

He speaks in stern voice

To rotate an affection

     To hide into penumbra

    To burst in love flares later

                   &

Hushed, turbulent pain

Transmits in radiant zone

'Love lights the whole sky'…*

* The last line - from poetry of 14 century by Hafiz

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, Mid-Week Motif PU, 

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Heeding Haiku with HA

Content

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One pink tulip of my Valentine bouquet

lean forward peering in an open screen

of laptop:

One drop of wine matter…

One drop of tar…

One tear adds a content…

Helps to evolve

over successive

generation…

Glasses dropped…

Unfocused eyes met

genuine vis-à-vis

glance of surprise...

Am I sober now?

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif 

Un-birthday present

First Massive Solar Flare of 2015 ~ NASA image

Another old pain/ball/clot burst! -

the pattern lulled back        

tucked right

morphing

in modest

un-birthday present

of night -

genuine,

while you slip –

nightly swan,

wings wide open –

in

a prophetic dream,

distracted

by wizard wand

of dawn…

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

The hum of evening thins away *

TripAdvisor

When sunset arches above the ‘feels big’ things,

 worn-down blunt edges touching the ground,

yet distant to make all equal, to converse

the keys and passwords to hue memory,

to fold and save in carved earthy womb

where petals in the flowerbed so satisfied of gifts

received, uncurled/nurtured by bugs so treasured

and guard the giving…

When sunset arches…

I feel the breath

Of night.

The life gets lethargic, drunk of itself, vanished

to be born again in dawn dress with roses bushes,

fast perky promises of longer days, pensive nights of

bittersweet tears and cues, missing words of love

required from others, but resisted to follow through

by us.

* Eugenio Montale "The Occasions" ~ used one of the poetry line

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

Collage

Pinterest

Deriving the virtue from irony

we [live]

type of visual art work by sticking cloth

when morning haze covers up

dreaming figures

silhouetting at ocean horizon

the magic eye puzzle

in graffiti days overlaid  nights

ancient harmony

pentatonic crop

I smile/jive

long-short, long-short

Thanks, pen reverence

giving

Arriving with waves this year’s Love.

Turquoise Lagoon. Castanets of heart.

Summer playground.

Inner life

fantasy dreamland

aligned with Adagio

Tea green and regal

aqua light passage

to India

mellow toes in the know of seasons

poking into Pandora box

as forgotten canyon,

echoing untitled reflection

vertigo

stars exploded second time

in century…

Sojourn at breathing spaces
to ponder a peace.

Read more at: PU Mid-Wee Motif, d'Verse MTB: Thanksgiving

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Abstract concrete motif

'Rapture with music' by Gholam Yunessi

At first

healthy

notorious motif

serving better

our toxic and fiery

purpose

turning tables,

ambiguous chairs,

letting stage be

our home,

we’re forging the reason,

emulated precarious

puzzles,

piano pauses,

words

accusing

the weight

over lurking pensive

floor lamps,

highlighted the

blooming Bonsai,

blurry painting

aligned with nodding

Hawaiian turtles. 

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif, d'Verse Poetics

Shadow sonnet

Alice in Wonderland, Chapter 2, Illustration by John Tenniel

Swimmers of the life; we all are swimmers

Short or long – we give it distant shot

Yearning for the best we better learning

Quote the wisdom we get rated by Klout.

Brave, we ford malignant spots in rave

Catalyst the waters served as catalysts

Surreal mission makes our lives surreal

List the issues, be aware at least.

Swimmers of the life, we dance a shimmy

Ebbs are tracing odds, colliding abs

Crucial in order to save the crew shell

Not to lose yourself in final note.

And giving spark to spoofed end

Hand’s reaching for another hand.

Read more at: PU Mid-Week Motif: Swimming 

Three Word Wednesday: Crucial, Malignant, Yearning

Creative Blooming: Shadow Sonnet