All things possible
Taking wing to discover
From nest chick alights
Padre
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 30th, 2020: New beginnings
First Flight
Month: September 2020
Journey
Sometimes a journey never feels as lonely, as does one taken with others. The tour group was a diverse collection of individuals. They were strangers brought together by the promise of “shared” discovery. Thus far, all Helen had discovered was that the loud blonde, Ellen smoked too much and used every opportunity to cloud the doorway. Rita spent at least half of the travel time in the loo, and queues usually formed while others waited for her to “finish.”
So much for adventure and commradery. The next time she went to London, Helen concluded, she was going to drive herself.
Padre
Empathy
“I’m here for you” is the thing you say,
But your tone and manner say “Go away.”
You do not seem to feel my pain
You response to it is quite inane
Have you ever felt low ebb
Or is your heart just in your head
I do not need your sympathy
But for you just to stand with me
Padre
“Arise and Go”
“Rise and go south,” the angel did say
You will find there an African in a quandary
Listen to his queries and show him the way
Guide him and teach him this very day
Thus so guided, Phillip did go
God’s word to interpret
It’s meaning to show
And thus the Eunuch came to be saved
And for God’s plan – to Ethiopia a road was paved
Padre
Acts 8:26-40
Keys
Brass and iron talismans
Opening future possibilities.
That which is closed
Shall be opened
All that is hidden – revealed.
While charlatans may paint rosy scenes
One’s keys never lie.
Padre
Record Breaking
Family tradition held that Great-great (or something like that) Granddaddy Reynolds had conquered the east cliff-face in a mere six hours back in 1887. It was quite a matter of pride on Mom’s side of the family. But now Sammy was a little less impressed. The view was pretty spectacular at the top, but he didn’t think too much of the family “record.” After all he just got to the top in five minutes. So what was the big fuss about? Sammy was pretty sure he’d never understand grown-ups.
Padre
Harvest
Harvest abundance
The autumn bounty does bring
Year’s labours’ reward
Soon holiday merriment
Necessitate new ploughed fields
Padre
COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 197, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA
Route 64
I-40’s faster – down through Jackson ways
But old 64’s what I remember from my Memphis days
Long hot evening-drives through cotton fields
Car windows open against the stifling still
Yes, old 64’s what I remember from my Memphis days
It amazing what you recall – from just seeing a vase
Padre
Photo Prompt
Moon Maiden
Many say they can see the face of a man in the moon, but is this truly the case? Is the fair light of that countenance masculine, with a harsh brightness; or timid and gentle? A man in the moon? No, surely a maiden graces our nights.
Sweet Lunar maiden
Gracing the clear midnight sky
Bright beams night to fill
Padre
The Ring
It was a Coup de Foudre, the viewing of the ring. The sumptuous coil of gold, melded with subtle hints of silver. This was no mere souvenir of the journey to Venice, but a true Renaissance masterpiece of a long-dead master.
Hillary could just imagine him in his leggings and pantaloons, proudly holding his creation between thumb and forefinger to accentuate its lustre to his patron.
How the craftsman would have smiled as patted the coins tucked into his no longer empty pouch. The smile clearly mirrored by Hillary as she slid the crisp Euros across the counter to make the magnificent ring her own.
Padre
Meld
Coil
Tuck
Sumptuous
Gold
Empty
Crisp
Renaissance
Souvenir
Thumb
Leggings
Coup de Foudre– “love at first sight”
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