With basket empty,
Farmers’ Market bound am I
to fill the basket.
Whole grain bread, honey,
eggs, tomatoes, yellow beans,
Into the basket.
Unpack the basket
taste the sunshine, soil, and rain
of the Peace Country.
#259
Category: Poetry
Rhymed and unrhymed, form or free, this is where the poetry lives.
Move Along
What are you searching for?
I may touch upon
a chord that sings for you
but still…
the notes will eventually fade
and you will be on your own again
to search or to create a poem
of your own.
Take heart and write,
write your heart and perhaps
you will touch upon a chord that sings for others.
But if critique is your only way to interpret,
this is not the poem you’re looking for.
Move along.
#258
Remember
Remember to see
I know your eyes are open
but just see, just see.
Remember to listen
I know that you can hear me
but just listen, just listen.
Remember to breathe.
When your back’s against the wall
breathe, just breathe, just breathe.
#257
So Much Room
Here is only so much room for noise,
only so much room for pain,
only so much room for wrong place
at the wrong time once again.
There is really so much room for joy
really so much room to move
really so much room to grow
and learn and try and improve.
only so much room here,
really so much room there,
choose,
choose now.
#256
Just This Once
Frost, geese in a vee,
September is here again.
Where did summer go?
Time to start the drift
into winter denial.
There is no escape.
The darkness that falls
too early and leaves too late
is the hardest part.
Frost, geese in a vee.
Take me with you when you go.
Just this once, just once.
#255
Dreams
That’s when the chickadee landed on my shoulder
and I handed my camera to my mother
to take a picture and realized
that my mother had been dead for years,
but she took the picture anyway.
I would have liked to see how that picture turned out.
#254
Labour Day
On Arbour Day you work at planting trees.
On Valentine’s you work at being sweet.
On Christmas Day you work at being festive
On Easter eggs you work you tract digestive.
On Halloween you work at spooky lurking
But on Labour Day you work at not working.
#253
The Now
Look in, look inside
Something hides behind the pain
Perhaps it is joy.
Stand up, stand up straight
Something new is beginning
That makes life worthwhile.
Step out, step away
Something is coming closer
Every moment.
Run, run to meet life
Embrace newness each morning
Your heart is beating.
#252
(note: try reading only the first lines of each haiku, then only the second, and, finally, only the third. The meanings reveal themselves differently this way) 🙂
Greener Grass
The grass is greener,
at least it’s greener longer,
on some other sides.
Is it wrong to crave
greener pastures, kinder skies,
a gentle lifestyle?
It can’t hurt to look
and if looking turns to change –
the grass is still green.
#251
Some Old Sayings Are Just Wrong
Good intentions don’t pave roads
going to Hell or anywhere else.
they just hang in the air for a moment,
like smoke, then they’re gone.
Where there’s smoke there isn’t
necessarily any fire.
Smoke can linger a long time
after the fire’s dead and cold.
Sometimes burning bridges
keeps you moving forward
instead of running back to
what is already over.
And quite often it’s over
before anyone sings.
Fat, thin, or otherwise;
no matter what their intentions.
#250
Linda Studley 