The Dreamer's Lighthouse

Artwork: Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth

The lighthouse of my dreams,

So soft and sublime like a new morning,

Is rebuilt when I lay my head on the pillow;

The dandelions in my front yard rise with ease,

With promises of wild trysts from their golden lips.

Though an ominous sky threatens with black clouds,

To wash away my home brick by brick;

I have the spirit of the river,

That flows generous, smooth, and clear.

Written for Magpie Tales & O.S.I.

The Great Egg (Haiku)

Hi Sky Watchers and Haiku Lovers,

This is a sky shot image taken earlier this year, and it feels quite poignant. 

Stunning gift from God

The sunlight is ours to crack

The great, yellow egg

For Sky Watch Friday & Haiku Heights

Rekindle (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is rekindle.

May she swallow words,
From the honeycomb of life.
May the sky open its eyes;
Rain down its essence, each molecule sublime.
May it rekindle in her joie de vivre;
Leave its footprints in each vertebrae of her spine,
And climb into the hollow space within her heart.

Mistakes and lessons, recorded in her mind, gone;
Stuffed in an envelope, return to sender.
Kiss the blue dawn and bluer eyes;
Sorrows pass now without remembrance.
Oh to sing into the sun once more,
To embrace the dawn on sun-kissed shores;
Free and alive.

Story (Haiku Heights)

Hi bloggers,

I am happy to write another haiku for Haiku Heights, and the theme is story.

Blank canvas

To paint his sunrise

On her lips

The Daughters of Aman (Conclusion)

Hi all,

Here is the conclusion to my short story.  I hope you enjoy!  A link to previous chapters can be found here.

The king awaited the mysterious bird's visit for a fortnight, but it did not appear.  Then one starless night, when the moon faintly appeared from heaven, a majestic bird of silver beat her wings along palace stone.  The king bowed to her with great trepidation and bade her to speak.  

"A wicked curse has befallen thy throne, but I can heal thee of thy heartache.  I know where thy sons are."

The king rejoiced at the good news.  But when the bird commanded he climb into her beak, he refused.

"I shall not trick thee," the bird promised.  "However, if thou refuses my offer tonight, I shall not return."

Early before dawn, several farmers spotted a moon with wings.  It was the great, silver bird with the king in its beak.  They flew high into the sky until they became a speck to the naked eye.  The king was never spotted in his country again.

The king's youngest son Hollidon pardoned Aman and restored back his honor and riches.  And the daughters of Aman lived in peace though, on occasion, they enjoyed their days as exotic creatures. 

~Fin~

The Gift of Knowledge

Art By Mary Cassatt: Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge (1892)

Come hither, young chicks
I will teach you knowledge
Served from God's dish
A thousand years in my right eye
Ten thousand stories flutter from my left
I count each a blessing
Grafted from meadows and gardens
Mother Nature's window dressing

First, I will spit in your eyes
And teach you to fly
One arm outstretched then the other
Pulsing alive, the red heart revived
Receiving wondrous messages in the wind
Hello is sunrise and goodnight is sunset
And the moon is a pillow to rest and pray

Take heed when the thunderous storm growls
Never fear, it comes with an agenda
Rain fills the sky as earth becomes a soup of wisdom
To nurture, give, and receive
Where roots reveal her charm 
Springs and summers hence shall dream
Rich, in front, inspiring humanity

Written for The Mag & Sunday Whirl 

Space To Dream

The sky

Has a space

In my heart

To dream 

Happy Sky Watch All