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May: Hope:
against hope
a daffodil bursts open;
lining yellow clouds.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play
Sunday, 31 May 2009
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
prairie oiseau
.
Mémère would have called it ominous,
the dead sapsucker I found
on your doorstep that day.
.....Yet how beautiful it was,
.....cloaked in orange and
.....black and white,
.....its tiny bird feet
.....turned toward
.....the sun-filled sky.
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from May Day Poetry Project
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Mémère would have called it ominous,
the dead sapsucker I found
on your doorstep that day.
.....Yet how beautiful it was,
.....cloaked in orange and
.....black and white,
.....its tiny bird feet
.....turned toward
.....the sun-filled sky.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
.
Sunday, 24 May 2009
prairie walk
.
over ancient land
that whispers
a thousand stories
I walk
..........and with
every step I hear
the song of
mémère's first
footfalls on the
rich prairie soil.
I keep my pace
in time with hers
and through time
and time again
we walk this land
together tied
in yesterday and
..........tomorrow.
to the drum of a
distant history
hand in hand
..........we walk
you and I.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
.
over ancient land
that whispers
a thousand stories
I walk
..........and with
every step I hear
the song of
mémère's first
footfalls on the
rich prairie soil.
I keep my pace
in time with hers
and through time
and time again
we walk this land
together tied
in yesterday and
..........tomorrow.
to the drum of a
distant history
hand in hand
..........we walk
you and I.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
.
Wednesday, 20 May 2009
may haiku: hope
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from May Day Poetry Project
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................hope casts a shadow
................on all things certain;
did you see the lily bloom?..........
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from May Day Poetry Project
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Friday, 15 May 2009
31 words in May: Hope
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( iii )
.
every
day
after day after
she waits
and she
waits and she
wonders
why
......no one told her
how painful hope is
...........................after
the seed
in the garden
remains a seed
.
from May Day Poetry project
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( iii )
.
every
day
after day after
she waits
and she
waits and she
wonders
why
......no one told her
how painful hope is
...........................after
the seed
in the garden
remains a seed
.
from May Day Poetry project
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Thursday, 14 May 2009
31 words in May: Hope
.
( ii )
.
Wild bluebells appeared
in the barren garden
that spring morning
and she sighed and said,
well, there’s hope yet!
......She remembers this
because a tornado tore through
her garden that evening.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
.
( ii )
.
Wild bluebells appeared
in the barren garden
that spring morning
and she sighed and said,
well, there’s hope yet!
......She remembers this
because a tornado tore through
her garden that evening.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
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Wednesday, 13 May 2009
31 words in May: Hope
.
(i)
He left her that spring,
the day a warm brackish breeze had
delivered seeds to her garden
and hope seemed to float eternal
on the tangerine-crimson sun
that set past eight.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
.
(i)
He left her that spring,
the day a warm brackish breeze had
delivered seeds to her garden
and hope seemed to float eternal
on the tangerine-crimson sun
that set past eight.
.
from May Day Poetry Project
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Monday, 11 May 2009
Sunday, 10 May 2009
4 months ago...
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Sadly, someone went through alot of trouble to nab this one.
All that is left is the parking sign, parralel to the earth it was pulled out from.
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Thursday, 7 May 2009
I have been witness to lovely purple flowers popping up in so many (otherwise desolately uncoloured) neighbourhood yards since yesterday...
It is their first visit here, and, except that they're so very pretty, I haven't a clue what they are. I'm just glad Mother Nature chose my 'hood over which to sprinkle her magic seeds!
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