poetry – Dreaming Reality

Metamorphosis #poetry #photography

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Stretching her stiff, numb fingers

towards the pale, new light

Spring stretches

and yawns

lovingly lifts her

paintbrush,

and brings the canvas

to life once more.

(We forgive you for oversleeping. 😉)

They All Axed For You/#SoCS

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No, we weren’t at the Audubon Zoo. As a side note, I have never been to that zoo, though I have observed it from the park that runs beside it. And I have visited many amazing zoos as well.

Anyway, when I saw Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt I could think of no better way to get the job done than straight forward and to the point.

With a little help from my new aquarium friends…

Mr Fish was quite abash

at the brazen, frank and brash

exhibition and fruition

of Mr Turtle’s non-contrition

as he dug with great ambition

for delights beneath the rocks!

While the Butterfly brigade

nibbling grapes and marmalade,

enjoying such a bash

nary batting an eyelash

at what happened in the deep

for their eating led to sleep

and sweet dreams.

Beware! Dear winged creatures

for the horrifying feature

in the land of swampy things

from Louisiana brings

Mr Gator, with his hypnotizing eyes

and he will grow to such a size

he could crush you in his jaws

as he strokes you with his claws.

In the land of Jambalaya

Mr Gator must beware

lest someone come and bash him

making him the evening’s fare.

Fried, boiled, stewed

over rice.

Contemplating an escape?

perhaps you should

think twice!

And if you’re thirsty, toddle on over to the bar for some wings and beer with Dan and his buddy But watch out. I hear the bartender might bite if you don’t leave a tip. 😉

Look Closely/#photography

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As we hustle through life, often barely acknowledging the things that come and go in our daily vistas, it would bode well for us to make an effort to stop and peer into the face of the familiar often ordinary seeming wonders of this world. The things that are constnt and yet so often overlooked could disappear tomorrow, never to be seen again. What grandeur would we miss then!

See Me

Hello there.

Perhaps you think me plain

and every Spring I seem the same,

a lowly blossom in the grasses

not as grand as other lasses-

Rose, Camelia, Gardenia, Rhodedendron, Lily!

How I pale before their light.

But if you come a little nearer

and peer into my face…

In a moment I can erase

all sorrow,

you can borrow

my peace

and in its place

leave your burdens here.

Just a closer look, you see,

and everything-not only me,

will reveal the magic that abounds

in each miracle that surrounds

you.

Take the time to see

the beauty that is me,

Each shadowed line

and crease defines

the one

I have become.

No more,

no less-

Heaven bless

our hearts

that beat with hope

as our minds grope

for lucid thought

in a world so fraught

with desintegration.

I see you,

beautiful and perfect.

Cheryl KP copyright words and images 2019

With Spring finally rousing herself from deep slumber, I am inspired to use my macro lens, even if it is just the one for my phone. Someday, perhaps, I can afford the luxury of a macro lens for my camera. Every time I try to buy one, the techs at the camera shop talk me out of it. 🤔

Happy #Free48 everyone!

Celebration! #SoCS

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My soul soars with childlike glee

while every bush and sleeping tree

yawns with fresh humility

before the light that magically

wipes away gray dormancy

transforming with pure ecstasy,

its palette filled abundantly

with Spring’s unique majesty.

I hold my breath!

Lest jealous Death-

Old Man Winter’s anarchist-

arrange a final chilling tryst,

her miracles to strip and crush

even as the soft pink blush

warms sweet Camelia’s face

and leave instead to take its place-

but shrivelled hope.

The bitter sting

of lovely Spring

stopped

in her tracks.

Fight back!

Don’t tarry as our hearts quiver,

noses run and bodies shiver.

We wait in silent anticipation

for Summer’s warm emancipation,

our toes to curl in golden sands,

and fireflies snagged by expert hands

as sultry sunset tints the blue

in orange, rose and violet hue.

Sweet Spring,

I see your skillful hand

as you stitch the canvas

of the land-

a tapestry

so richly grand

I understand

why he is jealous.

Cheryl KP

I have been so inspired by Spring’s slow, jerky arrival and so hopeful for new opportunities. Creative juices flow this time of year and last weekend I made this little light catcher. It cheered me so that I kept it for myself and hung it in my bedroom window where the light at sunset falls just right.

Happy #free48 everyone! Celebrate Spring and do check out Linda’s page for today’s prompt and rules. Today’s word prompt was cele-

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 2/19

Threads #Photography

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Elusive, ephemeral..

The tease

oh please!

By heaven’s grace

let me see your face!

My soul and yours…

We glow in night’s embrace,

but disappear without a trace

when the sun shows Its face-

too soon forgotten.

Life’s moments,

like dewdrops

cling

to silken webs-

iridescent pearls,

the Spinner’s homage to

Mother Nature-

breathtaking,

heartbreaking,

fragile.

CKP Copyright words and images 2019

The Super Moon was gorgeous but with the rain clouds, the light kept shifting, making it nearly impossible to get the shot I wanted. These were the best she would allow.

Nature’s Face/Photography/Poetry

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At times I trudge through my life, sometimes with steps as light as air, yet often as though pulling lead balls chained to my ankles; still, I find constant comfort in the face of Nature. We have had a dreary sort of Winter, although the holidays were bright and full. The unrest in the world is palpable, carried on the chilly wind and hanging in the raindrops that seem endless on every weekend that comes around here in Georgia.

Yesterday was a reprieve and I was determined to find solace in the free blessings and gifts of Mother Earth. The message in her soul is always the same, so clear and encouraging, sometimes more so in those arenas made by humans to showcase her handiwork.

We are here!!!

Each face is as unique as our own, their expression and exuberance so real you can almost hear their voices singing for the change of season. I believe Nature’s joy in Spring is contagious. Can you hear them?

And waking fresh from Winter’s Sleep

Sharing the warmth of beginnings

We raise our voices to the Light

Smiling

Spring tiptoes in on velvet slippers,

Peering around dark corners and waiting in the shadows,

lest the jealous heart of Jack Frost linger to nip her nose

or sting her toes…

Would that I could soar and fly

on dragon wings into the sky.

the bees might envy me-

I say…

Excuse me, Sir, are you going my way?

Alas, my human body is bound

upon this thawing, sacred ground

called terra firma.

but..

My dreams can fly!

As I peer into the laughing face of Sunshine, teasing us from moment to moment..

fullsizeoutput_46cb — As Nature finds a way

fullsizeoutput_46ca — A smile insists that hope exists

fullsizeoutput_46c6 — And never lonely shall I be

With Nature as my muse, you see?

But vigilance and care must reign

or all was labor thus in vain.

We must not let the forever sun set on the Creator’s gift.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee and me and we,

but never they…

For Nature always finds a way…….

Today’s images brought to you courtesy of the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, an ever evolving transformational vista of living beauty, located right in the heart of an enormous, bustling city. It can be done when we nurture the spirit of life and give her room to blossom!