voici la fin de la semaine
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An Opera on Sunday
voici la fin de la semaine
un petit opéra un dimanche
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Tag Archives: joy
Season of Thanks
Thankful for family,
the four who stay with me
despite this year of separations. Continue reading
Wishes have Wings
In the faraway summer,
wishes took flight. Wishes of
healing, happiness, and light.
And peace, joy, and plenty for all,
whether busy as bees.
Or lonely and small. Continue reading
Looking Up
translated by a poet,
even a simple pine tree
worships
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Evergreen
icy rain falls,
sleet pings and taps
but can’t darken
an evergreen heart
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Bloom Time
Bloom time,
the shining moment
when joy opens like a flower,
and a dream blooms into reality.
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Ferocious Women
Ferocious Women
who never bring you coffee
dream in poetry Continue reading
Fairy Dreams by Joy
Here is a visit by a fellow Poetry Friday writer, Joy, all the way from Hawaii. I hope you have a couple minutes to visit her by clicking the link on her name.
A fairy comes to visit
me in my dream
together we eat
berries with cream. Continue reading
See Pink
For anyone in need of a little PINK today!
Is there a fairy hiding behind there? I can’t say. 😉
Lune a Lark
butterfly spreads wings
a lark sings
oh, the joy spring brings
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This is my first attempt at a lune, and I was in a rhyming mood. A lune is a haiku variant with syllable count of 5-3-5 instead of the usual 7-5-7. Morgan wrote a magical one. I know I saw one a few weeks ago on Poetry Friday, but then I lost track of who’d written it. If it was you, let me know, and I’d be happy to link up.
Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, a prolific poet and champion of poetry, at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.
The butterfly is a Tiger-Striped Longwing (Heliconius ismehius). The photo was taken at the Boston Museum of Science’s Butterfly Garden.
Roses for Noses
My nose misses roses
through long winter days,
but Trader Joe’s knows.
There, summers scents
come in cellophane.
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Mushroom Hug
Mushroom smiles,
arms akimbo,
for a mushroom hug.
Hey, don’t shrug!
Really.
It’s a mushroom hug.
Can’t see it?
Don’t throw a fit.
Smile wide as me,
and you’ll see it,
lickety-split.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I hope you see the hug, same as me. 🙂 My rhyme is disorganized, perhaps I should call this rhyming ADD. My words have executive function issues, but as my eldest would say, Who cares? It’s a brave new world of “whatever works.” But does it work? Hope you’re having a great weekend!
Friendly Fairy Tales 