Drooping But Still Standing

ditch flowers,black and white photo,bunch of daffodils,daffodil in black and white,

  Ditch Flower

My mind is like the flowers in the ditch
beautiful and trying to grow
but impeded by the dust covering it
trucks drive by spewing gravel and dust
leaving before you see the dust settle
before you see the aftermath clobber me
the haze of dust chokes me, makes it hard to take in the sun
you don’t even know you’ve stunted my growth
here I am standing, yet swaying under the weight
I look green and in my prime however
I can’t exchange air or sunlight for life
I need rain to pour down and wash away
the breadcrumbs of being rushed and angry
the marks of your leaving for paved road
coats every leaf of my existence
every petal questions the energy being used to untwist
if I’ll be smothered by indifference
forgotten by a line of trucks able to roam
why give you my colors, my display of brilliance
ignoring the pattern of my dress left me
feeling like unwanted blades of grass
If a coyote would only brush past
and knock some of the dirt off of me
so that I could breathe and shine and grow again
blooming down in the ditch is troublesome
you think I’m a weed to be forgotten
when really I was a seed spilled at the wrong moment
I was meant for a garden, I was meant to be loved
by a grandmother, herself forgotten by a husband
but I never got where I was going
I got left in the wrong dirt and now I bloom for strangers
     7-23-2017
 
 
I hope you’ve all enjoyed your week and your summer. I hope you’ve managed to shake off the dust and bloom where you are. This is the long poem I promised you. It is my newest poem.

 

Beauty Tanka

craters on the moon,full moon,super moon,

  Beauty
her beautiful face
transfixed by the white glow
as if she’s perfect
but the moon has pot marks too
no woman is perfect
  February 17, 2017

 

I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month this year.

 

Quote

The definition of success by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

What do you think of this definition?

Flowering on Day 5 of #NaPoWriMo

bloom of pumpkin, flowering pumpkin

week of Halloween
everyone picks a pumpkin
ignores its flower

 
 
Have you been ignoring the simple beauty around you as complete tasks? Be sure to enjoy your tasks today and notice the little things around you. Also be sure to look at all of the posts I have made today (this should be three of four). I am catching up with the PAD Challenge.

Haiku in the art museum.

Egyptian art exhibit

the details have faded

the beauty remains

 

I got to travel with my husband see some very wonderful artifacts and works of art this summer. We got to go back to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art and take my dad and brother. What have you done this summer?

egyptian artifact
egyptian artifact
me and dad
signature of monet
The Thinker infront of Nelso-Atkins

Peony Haiku

photo shopped flower, white peoni, peoni bloom

 

heads hang low when
beauty is too much to bear
peonies

 

I photoshopped this picture and I really like how it turned out. Have you ever noticed how peonies often drag the ground when they are fully bloomed out? They are pretty, but their blooms are so heavy it is hard for them to stay standing upright.

Death at a Distance

tombstone, headstone, grave,

  Death at a Distance

Rocks falling through the sky

They are ugly up close

But as they fall they are beautiful

As they burn and turn in the night sky

They are a sight to behold

We find death beautiful and over too fast

When it happens in the sky

 

 

Here is an early small stone poem of mine. I hope you guys are liking these little diddies. Make sure to press like if you are! If something strikes a chord in you leave me a comment below.

Day 6 – 30 Day Photography Challenge

Day 6 is Obsession

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t obsessed with lip glosses and balms. I love Burt’s Bees.

 

chapstick

A haiku about beauty.

tree branch, green leaves

blooms before leaves

beauty before wisdom

trees in 2013

 

 

Most plants grow their foliage first, and then grow their blooms. Trees do it backwards.

What backwards thing have you noticed lately?

A Poem for fellow poets.

scriblings in journal

Editing for Publication

 

I have murdered my darlings,

The stain will never leave my hands.

They are soaked with the

Blood of my poetry.

Cauterizing as I cut

I hack through arteries

Hoping the body will be better.

I wrap it in gauze

And send it to bed.

Haven’t I hacked away enough

Of my beautiful words?

When will Frankenstein’s Monster

Have been through enough

To indeed LIVE.

I don’t want to do more surgery,

I can’t bear to lift the scalpel again.

Please find beauty in this one.

 

This is another poem that I am dedicating to my fellow poets.

It is National Poetry Month here in the US. Will you be writing a poem every day? Will you write a poem at all, or only read some? How will you be celebrating or teaching about this month?

Find a place.

crumbling house

purple flowers

beauty finds a place

 

grass grown up

I challenge you to find something beautiful today. Can you see the beauty in something that is dilapidated?

Clicking and Wandering

Nikon Coolpix L3 digital camera

Clicking

 

Pressing down the shutter clicks

Colors are trapped in chemicals

Liquids and lasers hold inside

What’s held in my mind’s eye

Faces, flowers, sunsets, sunrises

Beauty in several forms

Dances through a metal case

 
 
This is one of my older poems that is probably too short to get published.