in the greening of the morning
the cleaning of the dawning
sky is clear and cool and shining
with the promise of the timing
all your tippy toes slip happy
down the wooden dock still damp
with night dew, draws you
to the end, the edge, the very rim
now sit and dip the toes in quick
and bait the hook and take a look
the sun tipped ripples hide the fishy
perch await the bait and fate will
still your hand you hold the pole just
at the top and sit as sun creeps high
and higher, why you sit, the fishing just
excuse for sunning, stunning way
to spend a morning, thinking, floating
like the glitter on the surface
there’s a purpose – just to think
to sink into the depth and swim
inside a dreaming mind behind
your shaded eyes, to sit and let
a wandering synapse where it will
until it finds an island home
and given time, you birth a poem
you speak to us
in the language of silence
in the sparkle on bright water
you spread just enough light
to blend blue into deepest rose
gently brushing the edges
like eyelashes on cheek
like fingertips reading the sky
love letter to a world
that badly needs rest
you ease us into sleep
with a last sigh
echoing down the canyons
of meteorites and stars
navigated in gravitational dreams
image credit Tommy Stone Moonlight
image credit Tommy Stone Sunrise
to see a moonlit pool of light
turn darkness diamond white
unfettered by the velvet cloak
of shadow on a dreamless night
to see a joyous sunrise
as though it were the very first
to look upon quiescent pond
from deep the sun would burst
my heart when dark would sing the moon
and take it’s rest from labors’ way
then thankful leap above the clouds
soar peaceful through the day
Tommy is taking part in a photography challenge – a photo a day for the month of March using a theme word. The word for today was “gratitude”
Sunrise Up Close Tommy Stone
I would close my eyes
one last time my wish
for the last sight to say farewell
is but a sunrise to know
the world will go on
sweet fire and water
as the moon drowns in a chill lake
her pale sorrow buried
in tree shadow
the edge of dark slipping
further away
as sun takes her place
warming my skin
the soft glow through
closing lids
as I say goodnight
to the morning
Tommy Stone Monochromatic Sky 3
stirred to an angry swirl
of wind blown rage
that strips leaves from trees
and sends the birds wheeling
on currents not of their choice
holding on to the branch tips
that scrape clouds raw
I am the storm
riding the crest of a front
driving rain into the ground
madness lashing out
from behind a sky that is
sinking lower by the minute
until I have washed away
leaving nothing but puddles
Photo Credit Tommy Stone
If ever proof were needed
the darkness should have heeded
for even as the sun goes down
now mostly hidden by the ground
of other lands and other towns
the smallest flicker cuts the black
and rises far beyond the trees
and though the clouds would freeze
and space encroach upon the day
a flaming sky gives argument
sun has the final say
Photo credit Tommy Stone
as though to show
a small regret
the east reflects the rosy set
of western rays that slip
horizon deep
a gentle sleep
a blush of night
as indigo begins to go
around the pond a fond
farewell to light for just a little while
where water meets the sky
and shyly hides beyond
the silken clouds
a parting gift, a shift
from brighter busy times
now slower rhymes
invite the ears and eyes
surprised by glory
not a shout
but whisper
The pond sits quietly
in the lap of the shore,
at rest from the days work.
The lilies pillowed on their pads
rocking gently, watched over
by a lullaby moon.
red petticoats just a swishing
scent of spring that sets me wishing
for a finer time, a shiner time
a dancing in the moonlight time
a spring that rings the heralding
of warmth and yellow daffodils
that drink their fill of summer rain
when blooms come out to play again
Image Credit Tommy Stone
seed pods nod their heads in time
to music ears cannot discern
gathered at the waters edge
as though a lesson to be learned
from passing time and rising suns
from mirrored stillness softly waits
from silhouetted treeline tall
brushed by heavens sleepy face
and I would write this fading dream
for suns last glow will not last long
but stilled I hold my pen aloft
a nightbird sings a lonely song
what are words but poor attempts
the lyrics of a finer tune
I fill my eyes with painted skies
the darkness comes too soon
Image Credit Tommy Stone
and the sky went screaming streaming
toward the darkness rising all around
the ground is melting in the heat of speed
the need to spin it, in it, go to any length
too far the stars are pulling us the moon and soon
the colors sink into the waters hiding light from sight
within the depths, the trees already soaking up the
black, we lack the stars but hope lies just beyond
the pond, the pool of fools of light of life
the cloud raked, sun baked, slide into the night
a flight of fancy colored by a broader brush
the rush of planets turning, yearning for the gravity
of sleep, of rest, of watercolor dreaming
Am I the only
wire in the wind,
whipping around
on currents I don’t understand?
What is the soul?
Am I a tiny being
Ensconced in the pilot seat
of this aging Kamekazi robot?
If so, how did I end up the driver?
Me who gets lost on
a piece of cardboard?
Me who cannot make a decision,
for fear I will hurt the feelings
of someone else, then end up
causing damage because
I could not make a decision?
Is the longing to be removed
from the decision making, direction taking,
crazy, lost, driving seat,
the only hint
that heaven exists;
that my soul longs to go there,
even though my body isn’t ready?
Still the rain keeps falling
and I keep watch, a bird with wet feathers,
afraid to fly.
Tommy Stone Sunrise Peeping
like the blood of our veins
black as night till set free
turning red when exposed to the air
like the darkest thoughts lie hidden
in shadow then chased from our minds
as the dark is chased from the sky
by the cleansing light
laying us open to the world
we, like every living thing
reach for the warmth
that creeps across the dawn
waiting just at the edge
for our turn to shine
photo credit Tommy Stone
irresistible swelling chorus
notes dragging soul through tides
left sprawled like seaweed
hollow, moon-dazed
Prompt: swell
constraint : 15 words
Not completely happy with this – may re-visit later
perspective is a wondrous thing
all wrapped up with silver string
assured we have the truth pinned down
we clutch it tight with certain claws
we move ahead with scarce a pause
until the wheel of time spins round
and now we see in different light
the thing that gave us such a fright
has worked to make us sing
we cannot see the ship in full
but only glimpse a piece of hull
a fish leaps off the starboard bow
we run and point, we see it all
then sure we know entire sky
a single billowed cloud our thrall
we puff ourselves so knowledge filled
the dragon sleeps, the monster killed
the anchor weighed, a gentle lull
the anchor holds us stuck in place
secure and safe, we rule our space
a nod to the horizon far
we smugly turn our vision in
and close our ears to worldly din
as though sealed in a jar
but circumstance can punch a hole
that motivates the grounded soul
again to join the race
though there are valleys deep and dark
and pain and sorrow oft abound
the sweetest music can’t begin
until we learn to make a sound
Last years’ finery still in styleThe classics never fade you knowElevated fashion of a higher callThe dawning steals the evenings’ show
Photo courtesy of Tommy Stone
I seem to have made a mess of my sidebar. It will take a bit of thinking to get it straight and of course I had to start this late….Be back tomorrow and hopefully hammer and nails in hand to shore it all up!
Posted in Personal by Dee, January 21, 2013 8:59 pm | Comments Off
In stinging cold of falling dark
skyward icy finger flames
claim space and all the firmament
as theirs and paint with broader strokes
as even clouds of crystal feather
creep across the blazing canvas
bowing to the ebon shadows
mirrored on the burning pond
never giving up it’s secrets
deeper than the darkest night
burned into my awestruck sight
even branch tips seek to hold
left grieving loss of winter light
Photograph by Tommy Stone
