GOLDEN HARMONIES

 

Sight sees,
on Sundays,
beds of bowing
sunflowers, bowing
in beauty, not weeping
from weary, caught under
careful clouds; to comfort, not
to crush, sweet simplicity in growing
gardens, growing gold, going on, going green.
Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

A NEW BEGINNING

 

Is that a day
still to come
birthing in the distance
rising through the stillness
writing on the heavens
the joy we’ve yet to know?

Is that a beacon
blazing bright
a siren for survivors
a moment for the missing
a reason to believe
the pain can fade with night?

Is that a hope
finding hold
on a city that needs saving
by a river that’s been crying
in a year that needs forgiving
Is this the light of a new beginning?

All words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

SUNDAY SHARING; Dancing — Jane Dougherty Writes

Sunday sharing could not be done without this beautiful dance with the wilderness by Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes. Check it out and come dance with the rest of us…

The Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt provides five words to incorporate in a poem. Sometimes, I don’t get on with the words at all, and it takes a lot of work to fit them all in. Sometimes they just jump into line of their own accord. This week was one of those times. The words […]

via Dancing — Jane Dougherty Writes

SHARING SUNDAY; Off With My Head — eatartdaily

Sunday Sharing loves this monster in love poem from Christos Polydorou from eatartdaily:

 

My lover is hero, is titan… My lover’s contribution to life is tantamount to genius… This must be love Vertiginous heights Candy cotton the clouds… Handpicked me! Of all people! Roared down from the heavens and cut my head off! This must be love because I have literally lost my head. This must be love […]

via Off With My Head — eatartdaily

SHARING SUNDAY; Contoocook

Todays second reblog for Sunday Sharing is Contoocook from Paul F. Lenzi, a poem bursting with nature and alive with beauty from his blog http://www.poesypluspolemics.com.

Poesy plus Polemics

contoocook-river-henniker-new-hampshire-jaax “Contoocook River, Henniker New Hampshire” by Exponential Terrestrial Pedestrian

running north

cold and clean

bass and trout

flourish under

blue freewheeling

shadows of

eagle and heron

tall high-stepping

sure-footed moose

wade and wash

at the liveliest

whitewater fringes

of nursery pools

where spawned

salmon first learn

independence

and swim with

conviction that

here is a place

they can eagerly

live free or die

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SUNDAY SHARING; The Splendor of Light

Midway through this weekend’s migraine madness I realised I hadn’t done a Sunday Sharing in a long time therefore, as I can’t get through the fussiness to my brain, I thought I’d share the beauty of others instead…
Todays first Sunday Sharing comes from Merril D. Smith and this beauty inspired by Jane Dougherty from Jane Dougherty Writes entitled The Splendour of Light.
Check out more of Merril’s wonderful words by clicking the link or at http://www.merrildsmith.wordpress.com

Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

the_story_of_the_sun_moon_and_stars_1898_14778865395By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons

She laughs and flames shoot from her chariot

moving through the sky. She will carry it,

(the splendor of light), and with lariat

she’ll rein in her gilded steeds, ferry it,

the glow, from dawn to dusk with merry wit.

She brings joy, life, pulses to beautify.

Her companion stars though, she sees them cry,

their tears shoot out, then streak across the sky.

Still she laughs, shares her light, as she rides by.

Someday she’ll fade, turn black–and then she’ll sigh.

This is a response of sorts to Jane Dougherty’s non-challenge.

Jane found the rather strange image above. It’s supposed to be a sunspot, and it comes from an 1898 book called The Story of the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars. I started thinking about sunspots, and then this story that I read recently about an…

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