Shadorma – July 18, 2014

Empty path
Just a single leaf
Near the grass
Tattered Brown
Memories of autumn’s chill
Fall upon my mind

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Spring
So far
In my past …
A leaf Evokes
Fall

Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Shadorma Promt

Karma Flowers – Haibun Thinking

© A Mixed Bag

Walking along the pier, contemplating the years that had slipped away, Giulia felt at peace with her life.  Her children were now grown, and two of them had children of their own.  She lived in a house that was her own property, in a community that seemed to be an oasis, compared to the rest of the country.

She felt the ache in her knees and thought about her friend telling her long ago that sleeping under the stars would give her arthritis…she was probably right, Giulia thought, but ah those stars were just so beautiful.  Funny, Giulia thought, karma is so interesting…you reap what you sow, and you don’t even have to die to get the fruits of your labor!

She looked at the analysis that had just come back from the lab.  Yeah, she was really falling apart. She sighed.

The phone rang.  “Ciao Mom! Got a minute…I just though we could talk a little if you’ve got time.”

Time, she thought then said: “Sure, I’ve got all the time in the world!” and she smiled.

each day’s passing
another memory
karma flowers bloom

Written for Haibun Thinking

Villanelle: Creative Aging

Villanelle

Creative Aging

In my early morning dreams of creative delving,
Inspiration leads me now to an ever greater height!
Thus delighting in the evening memories of aging.

When in my youth I thought of my life’s goal:
Ah, painting and art were my greatest delight,
In my early morning dreams of creative delving.

My years have seen the tarnishing of my soul,
I feel no disillusion though it’s no longer bright!
Thus delighting in the evening memories of aging.

I lived with far too much discipline and control.
Spontaneity often sacrificed to what was right,
In my early morning dreams of creative delving.

Thinking that soon I’d sleep in a grassy knoll
Freed I from that dark prison, my own birthright!
Thus delighing in the evening memories of aging.

Youth can be beached on an ideology’s shoal!
Better to have freed creative fires to brightly ignite
In my early morning dreams of creative delving,
Thus delighting in the evening memories of aging.

 

Written for Cubby’s Villanelle Challenge