Poetry of Everything
Daylily By Sonya Lira. Go check out the site: sonyalira.com
This is our first Daylily of the year.
We moved some last year from the original bunch in the front yard to the backyard. What is so odd is the first to bloom this year was one in the backyard that we moved.
The Lily ~ By Maverick : Go check out the site; maverickmist.com
The Lily
by Mary Oliver
Night after night
darkness
enters the face
of the lily
which, lightly,
closes its five walls
around itself,
and its purse
of honey,
and its fragrance,
and is content
to stand there
in the garden,
not quite sleeping,
and, maybe,
saying in lily language
some small words
we can’t hear
even when there is no wind
anywhere,
its lips
are so secret,
its tongue
is so hidden –
or, maybe,
it says nothing at all
but just stands there
with the patience
of vegetables
and saints
until the whole earth has turned around
and the silver moon
becomes the golden sun –
as the lily absolutely knew it would,
which is itself, isn’t it,
the perfect prayer?
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton,
you may as well make it dance”
George Bernard Shaw
Skeletons in the Closet
I found some skeletons, deep in my closet
I don’t know how they got there, possibly it was a good idea as a deposit
Now, I know this house is old, drafty and has leaky faucets
Yes, and it has caused quite the dent in my wallet
But as you can probably surmise
And imagine my total surprise
When these bones from the past
Out from their hiding splashed
So now, I am sitting on the floor
Carefully watching the door
Hoping to get these bones ridden
To a place safe, secret, away hidden
Unfortunately, at this day and age, I don’t have a time portal
Which could aide me to turn back time and make all normal
Make past things right, to not to run away from the fights
But, now I can only try to hide, that which I once let slide
People in glass houses, should not throw bones
Keep off your microphones and telephones in your own homes
You can never be too sure or safe
So just remember to lock your secrets in a very safe place
Posted in Daily Photo
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong”
Winston Churchill
Solitary
One solitary flower
Still had the power
To grow
Against the odds
Between a rock
And the hard place
Posted in Daily Photo
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong”
Winston Churchill
Solitary
Sitting pretty
Feeling gritty
In the middle of the city
The tiny yellow flower
That could
Posted in Daily Photo
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong”
Winston Churchill
Solitary
A solitary sun
Lighting up the blue sky
A solitary tree
Growing in the back yard
A solitary leaf
Turning green
With the other solitary leaves
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Stacked
Neatly, bundled together
Protected, from any weather
From January to December
Different, but similar
Just like, birds of a feather
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Vintage
They call me vintage
They call me old school
My condition may not be minted
But my owner considers me a jewel
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Three
Just the three of us
Causing no fuss
Hanging together
To each other tethered
Yellow, with a touch of white
Pretty, in sunshine’s bright
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Branching Out
With the warmth they will sprout
Growing their tentacled snouts
It is the time,
The time, for branching out
Rantings Of A Third Kind 