Letters Illuminated

Dear Stars,

Thank you for giving me humility and awe. For lighting the vast shadow of limitless space. For inspiring sparkling thoughts and diamond sprinkled analogies.

For showing us the way, when we are lost at sea, or on land, for never wavering in your brilliant constancy.

I love your constellations, the way you spin your galaxies just so. Some people might say you're too hot tempered, but I think you're super, nova or not.

Yet, most of all, I wanted to thank you for giving everyone here at planet blue a place to hang our wishes, even when you fall.

Long may you shine.

Love,

-Sara

For the “Write a Letter” prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com and for Open Link Night at the bar of dversepoets.com Happy hour indeed :-)

Field of Dreaming

Didn't intend to

Spend twenty-five years

In the outfield

Hands at my sides

Hope penciled onto, fading

From the weathered palm of my glove

Waiting

For a dream

Then, a sun scorched day

Sight blocked by light

Heard the swing

The rush of air

Reached up, up

Tendons to the point

Of tearing

It landed

Light as my favorite song

A dream

And all I had to do

Was reach

Written for the wonderful prompt "Dream Catcher"  at Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com  Couldn't resist the baseball analogy--eventhough it was a sport that eluded me skill-wise :-)

Drow Semag

Any word scramble

     Is like dangl

                     -ing

A treat to bat

         and swing

For the claws of

         my intellect

       Simply

Irresist

          -ible

Written for the prompt "Games" at Poetry Jam  poetryjaam.blogspot.com

And thanks to my great poetic friend De for the inspiration to dangle my words :-)

The Red Door

A nut brown ranch house
With a Red door

Ivy curving in the eaves

Marigolds, tulips and crocuses

In the garden

A huge fruitless (thank goodness)

Mulberry tree in the back yard

Perfect for climbing

(if you could reach that one lower branch)

There was a playhouse, too

(a shed taken over by a sisterly coup)

Cherished wall to wall

Avocado green carpet
(we were the last to get wall-to-wall)

Three bedrooms
In grade school, mine was heaven
Lavender, with bright pink furniture;
High school soothed with blue, 
Homework with the radio blasting
Reading with the radio blasting
(transistor mind you, so cool!)
Vinyl dinette, four seats perfect for
The four of us
And a yellow and green kitchen
That always smelled amazing
(Except on "liver" nights)

Safe inside, cozy-excepting sibling screeches

Outside a cold war

(“Better dead, than red”)

Whispered loud enough

For kids to hear

A Commie had snuck in

With a red door

I'm dating myself here (besides wall-to-wall carpeting, transistor radio), but back in sixties red was a pretty inflammatory color, usually meant your were a Communist sympathizer—but my mom just liked red. Of course it didn't help that my parents were liberal teachers, wearing bell bottoms and long hair, who'd infiltrated a conservative compound of neighbors. :-) But that's what fences and hedges are for...

Written for Poetic Bloomings #67, describe your home prompt, and dverse poets at dversepoets.com open link night

Booked

My nose has always been
In
A book
And writing one
Seemed simple
In
Theory it is
In
Practice it's not
Wrote two novels
Too many
My nose has always been
In
A book
But
My heart has always been
In
Poetry

This was written for the prompt at Think Tank Thursday at Poets United  to write about the book you're reading. I am chain reader of romantic comedy. And in deep admiration of authors who can write and revise ad nauseum until the story is ready to publish.  If you want names of good romantic comedy, let me know and I'll give you a list.  Also love Sharon Creech, and The Secret Life of Bees and ...

Night Light

Speeding car at night
No headlights
Yet, enlightening

One call
Friends picked up
The pieces
With love, without judgment

As if the moon had
Split and shot
A beam that

Pierced terror
Released peace

Shining on a
Simple word
Love

Written for the "What are your values?" prompt at Poetry Jam  poetryjaam.blogspot.com and for Open Link Night a dverspoets.com

True story--not me driving, fortunately it was emotional pieces--not pieces of me. At the time was completely stressed about 3 tests in one day--it was an epiphany--or being smacked upside the head with something I'd known all along--the big stuff in life is love/friends/family.  Everything else is relative.

Encompassing

Forget true north
Truly too cold
Head south, wade in
Tropically toasted seas
Balance that little
Disk with needle tilting
In your palm
Outstretched towards the horizon
When the sun and sky conspire
To paint the world pink
Let your lashes kiss your cheeks
Breathe in the simmering stillness
Release the compass,
When you hear it splash
Listen to the dot-dot-dash of your heart
It's the only instrument you need

This is for the compass prompt at Poets United poetry blogroll.blogspot.com