FloraMusic

Confident rose gold  tree surveying the field around her.

Cocking her head gently to the side

she waves to the fuchsia flowers

honoring her with their profusion

of deep pink passion.

She’s been celebrating

the coming and going

Of nature’s  more transient visitors

for years.

 

 

They are full of questions

about what will happen next..

As she knows their journey will not be long,

she encourages them to harmonize with her

in a symphony of floral music.

The sky is filled with tyoung blooming voices

which  dance forever in the wind.

 

 

 

2022 #3 – My Love

Love, safety, warmth,
being with someone you love.

Happiness, content, passion,
dancing in the kitchen.

Glimmer, soulful, soft,
looking into your eyes.

Wonderful, amazing, calming,
spending time looking at your face.

Seeing the future we
have in store.

I love you with
all my heart.

3… Roe. A sonnet.

There was a brief and hopeful light within the darkness

where sun and flower kiss to paint the skies

and endless miles would stretch untouched by violence

Where daughter’s hand was safer in the wake

But Dawn, she races eastern to the fight

Our battle for the freedom to exist

In solidarity with our human right

To keep our flesh from subjugated fists

To right-wing men who think we are but chattel

Unspoken to the nuance of our flesh

They bray and spit their foaming mouths as cattle

Abusing all the women they enmesh

Our voices are as on in this refrain

May your worthless lives be filed with naught but pain.

City of Stars – Prompt SH

Tread deeply into my soul, the finale is about to start.

For just a while, linger close, to dance amongst the stars.

Empty graves, lies the destination set for you and me

Disregard your worries to focus here. On what we can make be.

Presently, embrace the wind, the chill, the breeze

360 turns of sweltering heat

Lean into me, I promise you, I’ll upkeep your memory

But dear I fear, it’s too early to turnback or be afraid

Instead take my hand, through the seasons.

A path already laid.

Rocky at times but that’s the risk to enjoy this unpredictable journey.

Hop through dimensions, one by one, take over and repeat.

I love to see you smile, as we discover what was once unknown.

Feather your comfort marginally, the higher that we go.

In your distraction I can tell your now ready for the peak

Flashes of color shine through your eyes, the sounds of glee I covet as you speak.

But “See you again.” I’ll never say.

It’s the end, we’ve finally reached.

Leaving You

Leaving You

Leaving you,
my life shattered.
Bits of mirror
in my fists,
reflect false hopes and promises.
We called it love.
Leaving you— was not a loss.
I mourned
the life we’d planned,
bought
a new mirror.
-timeforselflove

Hour 2: First Snow

It drips off slowly

Off the corner of my sleeve, 

The side of my smile, 

Maybe I will stay a while 

And let the flakes fall 

and melt 

Let tomorrow call

What I felt 

today, 

Hope, as she falls to the ground, 

Well now my hair is wet 

And desire set, 

In the tips of my fingers blue 

The cold

The snow 

Doesn’t sting, 

I embrace distance, and wring

my heart, of my home scalding.

Lives only to Breed

Lives only to Breed

Lives only to breed, to fulfill a need.
Inside the frog pond, he’s stuck to the pail..
Virtual mayflies in my mind all feed.
Eggs are like hope-seeds when planted to fail.
Solely alive long enough to create

one in the soil, at the end of the day.
New copies, reproduce and procreate.
Listen. Try to find a way through the fray.
You know there’s an important task at hand,

There is a new natural order of things
Order is the only rule of this land,

Broken, how the caged bird sings. When the slings
reach the fortress wall. King Bird landed soft.
Every egg exposed when mixed in the broth.
Every mayfly lives for breeding. Feeding
ducks and toads in mostly marshy seating.

Hour Three, 11 am
Lives only to Breed
(form Acrostic/ Sonnet 3 of 24)
Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone

Prompt Three: La La La (How/Where/Why/What/When)

woman in black shirt and green shorts underwater

You wonder how
she keeps going about her day
when the world is crumbling
but she just smiles and reaches across
to wipe the crumbs away
from the side of your mouth

You wonder where
she finds the abundant store
of resilience and positivity
from which she daily draws
whilst your reservoir runs dry
scorched by a world that’s on fire

You wonder why
persistently passionate
she never forgets to kiss your cheek
or to straighten your tie;
why she rinses and recycles:
tote bags against a plastic tide

You wonder what
it is that sparked the light
in her to life, for life
what makes her want to be
Your wife; what you’d do without her
in your life

You wonder when
she learned to embrace her strength
that she should not be weakened by
comparisons to the supposed accomplishments of men
when everything she overcomes
they can hardly begin to comprehend

 

In response to prompt three: music from la la land (arranged for two cellos)
Photo by
engin akyurt on Unsplash

Antidote

Pick a place.

Anywhere on this planet.

You’ll likely find chaos.

Suffering. Pain. Cruelty.

Oppression. Greed.

 

Humans can be a pretty despicable bunch.

Have we even yet seen the extent of

man’s talent for debauchery?

I fear not.

 

Sometimes it’s overwhelming.

We wake up not knowing what atrocity

will be the Breaking News this morning.

Catastrophes. War. Disasters. Famine.

 

Some say it’s always been this way;

we just know more.

 

I disagree.

There’s always been evil, yes;

but the creativity of man has led to

ever more inventive methods of

exploitation and abuse.

We are a creative lot.

 

But I have an antidote to the despair and misery,

for those who need relief.

 

Nature.

Find a forest

or even a single beautiful, growing thing.

Outside is best, but inside works, too.

 

Sit with it.

Breathe it.

Be with it.

 

For while we humans often behave destructively,

nature seldom does.

And the hearts of good people

can take only so much of witnessing profanity.

 

We need a solace.

 

Dr. Me prescribes sunshine, flowers,

the wind playing in your hair,

bare feet on good earth.

Ice cream cones, clear water,

walking in showers, playing in the sea,

a brilliant red tree in a field of gloriously purple lavender.

 

The fresh new smell of fresh new babies:

human, puppies, kittens, chicks, goats.

Most any baby will work.

 

Remind yourself that this Earth still has beauty,

still has goodness,

still has joy.

 

You mustn’t look only at the ugly things.

 

Save yourself from despair with Nature.

Watermelon Seeds

Watermelon Seeds

Swallowing a watermelon seed
today took me back to when
I was four, thought
the seed would implant itself in my stomach
roots and tendrils infiltrating my body
a nightmare, how comforting
it is to know that like watermelon seeds–
Swallowing trauma and pain
will not truly root in me to fester

– I can choose what I hold onto