a poet in his pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

life’s pilgrimage

 

weary traveler

lift eyes to refresh long view

walk the narrow way

 

the-way

Road to Santiago – image from CDHK

whispered in forest

 

breathe clear mountain air

camp beneath whispering

pines listen to nocturnal

noise as whispers of clouds

shadow dance with haloed moon

campfire embers glow while

smoke-curl whispers spiral up

i welcome irresistible tickle

when you whisper soft into ear

warm touch overwhelms words

 


Joining De and dVerse Poets at the pub for a round of quadrilles…

transients

Inspired by Delores’ paintbrush flowers featured at:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai 

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mountain meadow bursts

rose paintbrush, blue columbines,

field mouse-ear chickweed

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inhale life’s beauty today

fast fades each season’s flowers

 

 

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photos by A. Schonlau

National Parks Service

European tour: Bulgaria

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual tour of Europe this month.

 

Oilcape

 

beyond beach crowd noise

forest preserve wraps mountain

cliff overlooks sea

 

(Photo credit: CDHK)

 

a walking haibun

“Home is everything you can walk to.”  ― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

To hike a mountain wearing backpack is divine; climb to cool heights with marmots, and drink in far vistas. To stroll barefoot along the sandy beach is mesmerizing; play catch-me-if-you-can with foamy waves, and chase seagulls. To meander with walking stick on fern trail through piny forest is refreshing; listen for bears, and follow a stony stream. To exercise with dog on rural mile is simple enjoyment; be led over gently rolling hill, push into prairie wind, and gaze at the wide expanse of sky.

 

walk down gravel road

see the farmer working field

pure ambulation

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Come take a walk with the poets at dVerse !

gone fishing

 

by cold mountain lake

among whispering pines

father helps bait hook

 


Inspired by Ubugu’s haiku featured at CDHK 

for my brother

 

Yesterday, you and I hiked steep slopes above timberline together.

Yesterday, we scrambled to the mountain’s rocky summit, shouting;

Yesterday, both of us could see for miles into the future’s glorious vista.

Today, we sit on this boulder, gulping for oxygen and squinting at horizon.

Today, trail is precarious scree and semi-obscured by fog of fears, tears

Today, we rub our aching muscles and commiserate with breaking hearts

But tomorrow…tomorrow will dawn brilliant where sorrow will be no more!
 


Linking this poem (revised from an earlier version) with d’Verse Poets today.  I’m hosting “poetics” with a mountain theme and the online pub opens at 3 EST.  Come join us!

ancient history preserved

LOGO CDHK NOVEMBER 2015
photo credit: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

climb up the mountain

stories of many cultures

speak of Creation

___

revelations in rocks tell

tales of time’s voiced beginning

 

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Tuvan petroglyphs 

 


Link to CDHK  (#866) about Tuvan people in Altai Mountains of Mongolia

 

 

pining for fresh aire

Photo and prompt:  Carpe Diem “Time Glass” #6 “Pine Tree”


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( a tanka)

sunshine takes a hike

to mountaintop meadow of

fragrant wildflowers;

highlights lofty evergreens,

ancient monarchs reign from cliff.

dear desire

 

build me a mountain

cabin by the sea where i

will write poetry

_____

play me softly slow

making music like cello

strum hum legato

_____

let children live loved

proclaim peace throughout the land

kingdom of heaven