Speak for Compassion

Granite Bench

On this bench, many times I have contemplated skinned knees, heard stories of woe or watched battles royal fought by three- and four-foot folk. Now the snow and cold drives us indoors, where children’s pains seem more internal as well.

Speak softly
Without haste,
For a word,
Ill-placed,
May strike a blow
To one hurt
On the inside.
This we can avert.

Reflect on any
Plans or actions.
Evil arises from
Creation of factions.
Harsh words divide,
Conquer and defeat.
Imagine being the other.
Use compassion. Repeat.

Whether we are talking about children, adults, religions, towns or countries, we all need to pause and reflect. To imagine life as the other.

I don’t like to moralize,
Or antagonize,
But in the face of evil
Speak I will.
Choose an action
From compassion.

1000 Voices Speak for Compassion

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: The combination of poetry, interspersed in prose, is called a haibun. This recent rash of school shootings, terrorism and racial and religious violence moved me to speak together with many others, in a movement started by Yvonne Spence. Let’s create a better world for our children, a magical, safe world where differences are celebrated rather than used to divide and ridicule.

Snowy Trees

 

 

Snowy trees

Snowy trees up to their knees
In a snow-packed deep freeze.
Bend, creak, snap and sneeze,
Branches speak with the breeze.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: New England has been blessed with about 90 inches of snow in three weeks. Roads are narrow and icy. Snow banks along driveways and roads are mammoth. Visibility is nil. The White Wizard has sent a blizzard unlike any we have ever seen.

Sunsets Burning

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

—  Pablo Neruda, from Clenched Soul

Sunset in Newton Highlands

Black-fingered trees
Yearn to touch the sky’s palette
Aglow with sunset

Icy winter dormancy
Kindled by sunset passion

This Tanka poem was inspired by Valentine’s Day, sunsets and Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Merely Day by Day. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Woodland Wizard

Tyler at the Ancient Eavesdropper has my vote for Wizard of the Wood. I hope you enjoy his poem and moody photographic symphony in green. Warmly, Brenda

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Wizard of the woods
with wild emerald beard
waving its wand &
growing magic.

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Very Red Berry

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Berry Cordial,
Cherry Pie,
Wild treats
Made under the sky.
Winter crimson,
Sudden and rare,
Makes me imagine,
Makes me stare.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: We are buried in snow in NE.  An ocean of snow as far as the eye can see, walls of snow over our heads. And it’s snowing!! With more to storms predicted for later this week. It was all fun and games until the snowblower broke.

Wild and Stormy

Maple Tree Bark in snow

Snow creatures fly through the night,
Swat the tree and stick there tight.
The storm is wild; the creatures light.
Next day they remain, mossy and white.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: I hope to catch up on your blog posts tomorrow when my traveling is done. Hope you have a great week ahead, all my friends! Warmly, Brenda

Three Tree

Snow on three tree

Fairies rocket down the Three Tree,
On zooming toboggans, happy as can be.
Can you see them tumbling and swerving?
Oh to be tiny, magic and free. Yearning.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

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Note: This poem is offered as part of Poetry Friday. Thanks to Elizabeth Steinglass for hosting this week. I am out of town, but I will be back in a few days. I look forward to catching up with all of you when I’m back. Warmly, Brenda

Flowers Bright

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Petals dizzy
Curled,
Whirled,
Flowers budded,
Tightly furled.

Petals soft as silk,
Aromas sing,
Memories of bees —
Brought to my knees,
Longing for spring.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is dedicated to florists and flowers growers everywhere, who give those of us in snow clogged Northern states the illusion of spring for a few moments of zing. I’m not going to be on-line much for about a week. I’ll be out of town at a children’s writer’s conference. 🙂 Have a great week!

Snowfall of Awards

A wealth of new awards for Friendly Fairy Tales! Woo-hoo! I decided to celebrate our third snow day in a week by sharing this abundance of new awards. I’ve been gifted the Real Neat Blog, Liebster, Hearts as One Drumbeat, One Lovely Blog Hop and the Premio Dardos Awards. The only one I had previously received was the Leibster Award. Continue reading

Friday Fantasy – Drops of Fancy

Here is a happy bit of whimsy from Morgan for your Sunday afternoon enjoyment. Have a great week ahead. Fingers crossed for another snow day tomorrow. LOL Warmly, Brenda

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Drops of Fancy

Drops of Fancy,

Floating Free,

Spiraling,

Dancing,

Singing in Me,

Whispering Whimsy,

Giggling Joy,

Inspiring,

Conspiring,

Happy Dream to Employ.

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Beautiful Artwork found on Facebook at: Fairies, dragons and other mythological creatures. Credit Acknowledged to the original Artist. Thank You.

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Snowtoro

Meet our snow creature: Snowtoro!

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Snowtoro was inspired by Totoro, a movie by Hayao Miyasaki and Studio Ghibli. If you haven’t seen it, you’ve missed a gem. Two girls meet a big fluffy, teddy bear of a forest creature — the totoro. When the younger one disappears, Totoro helps the older girl search for her. You can watch the trailer here. Even two-year olds love this movie. Here is a Haiku in honor of a great film and my kids abiding love for it:

white tongue tastes
snowflakes drenched in freezing rain
Snowtoro smiles

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: Another big storm is blowing through our area tomorrow with 12 inches of snow and freezing rain forecast. Another snow day and more sledding. Woo-hoo!

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Winter Joy

Rhododendron in Snow

Snow
Flakes fall
On Rhodie,
Making leaves droop.
Pulse slows, goes dormant,
Warm heart retreats in,
Waiting for summer thaw.
Sees children building snowmen:
Hears laughter bloom like spring time.
Small girl shrieks as boots fill with snow.
An icy silence falls as doors slam.
The snowman’s crooked smile: winter joy.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is an Etheree, increasing by one syllable in each line, with a syllable count from one to ten. This poem is to connect with Poetry Friday. This week, the meme is hosted by These 4 Corners.

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