Jellyfish

Jellyfish floating by
Like mushrooms
Pulsing with the ocean currents
Pale blobs that horrify
With long plumes
Trailing like fluorescent serpents

The Old Oak Tree

At the base of the old oak tree

Hidden among the gnarled roots

Comes the sound of minute flutes

Calling you to the fairies’s jamboree

Nimbly follow their music eerie

Oh, the wondrous sights you’ll see

At the base of the old oak tree

Hidden among the gnarled roots

A brownie dances with the nixie

In his fine green bracken suit

Around them hangs golden fairy fruit

If you think it’s lovely, stay here with me

At the base of the old oak tree

Reasons

It’s all about
All about the fun
The twist of words
Braided strand by strand
Woven with cadence
Rhythm and rhyme
Knotted with precision
Until every word is lace
Or else a tangle
It happens sometimes



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Reverie

Dreams
Sure as water
Held by a chain link fence
woven by starlight
And harp chords
Stronger than lions

Faith

Blindfolded with gossamer threads

With my eyes wide open

Seeing the swells, the wind 

Danger

No pathway through a raging ocean

But a whisper, like a dove

Flying steadily leads me on

Through the impossible

Past the tempestuous sea

Emerging on the far shore

Feet planted in the golden sand

Free from the storm; turning back

I see

Each link in the bridge that carried me

Fickle Seasons

Spring has come?
Is it time yet to unzip coats,
Shed hats, tear off gloves,
Put away the boots?
Daffodils show their yellow faces
The robins are back from vacation
Conducting the dawn chorus
Green is in the air
The forecast for tomorrow: Snow.


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Be Whole

Minist'ring angels
You and me
Guided by heaven
With cheerful actions
However small
Blessed to be greater
Then we see or know
Lifting up
Our sisters, our brothers
That we may all be whole

Sky Lords

Here it’s whispered are dragons
Strain your eyes, you might see one
Spreading their wings in the sun
Ruling with fire and talons

Looking Ahead

Away in the distance
The path curves
Bending round the pines out of sight
I’ll only walk it once
With braced nerves
Yet ready for the mountain’s height



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Prompt: Distance.

Waiting

It’s like a sunset
Waiting long
All day for a glimpse

Or I should have said
The dawn or
Fleeting rainbows

Musings in the air
Bouncing words
That soon dissipate

Rules, rhythms, rhymes
Demanding beauty
That I couldn’t catch

But we writers try
Try again
Searching for the answer

Did it mean something
This poem
You read, that I wrote?

Pretending

This poem was written using only words from page 127 of Essays of E. B. White in the essay "Unity."

Unending sky pretending

The wind is earth

The rain a sovereign 

Protected by strong diplomacy

With commands, concerns, constitutions,

A discussion on evolution and progress,

With political pursuits to maintain

Such attention to a wish

Could wake to the broken familiar

Of something wild happening

Holy Places

Here, where my mother knelt

with my father beside her

praying with love from eternity

for me,

for my brothers,

for every facet of our lives.

They hallowed the ground

where they worried, and loved,

And guided.

United.

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Late Night

peering through branches
at the moon through netted screen
makes moonlight fuzzy

Chalkboard Dragon

It’s an average classroom 

Lectures, tests, and grades 

Well known expectations 

I’ve seen it all before 

but 

Here there’s something different 

Resting on the board 

A dragon in the chalk 

Hidden in the outline 

Not erased; not yet 

This dragon is calling 

Through the barriers of time 

Breaking expectations 

Am I the only one who sees? 

It’s ready to step off 

And I’ll be waiting here 

To brush the chalky dust 

From glistening, pristine scales 

And rise

Roaring, and soaring 

Into the sky