A Rainy Day at the Park

photo by PSC / 2015-06

A Rainy Day at the Park

Where are the adventurers?

All those mud puddle warriors

undaunted by gray and wind and rain?

I’m seeking the sappy, snappy

splash-happy, soggy, leap-froggy,

flipping, skipping, dripping-wet,

I-haven’t-finished-playing-yet

kiddos I recall.

Where are they all?

PSC/2015

 

Spring Whimsy

photo & haiku by PSC / 2015

touch of spring whimsy:

spinning rainbow whirligigs

blossom on the lawn

 

Wildflower

photo by PSC

Wildflower

Not some horticultured whore, she was

missing the vivid purples, reds and pinks of the

roses and poppies she palled around with;

no bright berries nor succulent seeds,

no showy foliage to lay claim to.

All but invisible among her more colorful chums,

her pale and silver-white self

providing backdrop for bold, bright others.

Not a beauty to be seen with the naked eye,

more an aura of the soul, the spirit, the psyche.

Silent, not showy, in the sunshine, but

gracing the garden in moonlit glow

while others dimmed and faded into darkness.

Planted not by the gardener, nor tended with care, but

strewn by providence, and left to her own devices, she

blew into this garden bed to take root, and bloom.

PSC/2009-Nov

This is my Day 1 offering for the 5 Days of Poetry Chain.

Thanks to:

 Janet Rice Carnahan, Pearl Ketover Prilik and C.b. Wentworth 

for inviting me to play along. 

If you  are interested in joining the chain, 

"message me" on fb (Pamela Smyk Cleary) and I'll add you!

   

ferns unfold - a haiku

photo by PSC - May 2015

sweet meditation

birds and spring peepers chirping

as the ferns unfold

PSC/2015  

Backswept

“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment 

that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”  ― Karl Lagerfeld

Backswept

Sepia memories intermingle

with Kodachrome moments,

souvenirs, snapshots of faces,

spaces and times gone by.

People and places

pulled out of the past;

revisited, recalled

in all their guises,

at group gatherings or

in solitary reminiscence.

Familiar ferrotypes, candid captures,

airbrushed blowups – tokens

of the graceful and clumsy,

adored and disgraced,

the chosen and those

fallen from favor, both

remembered and forgotten,

strangers and loved ones

held and lost along the way.

 Mementos stored,

hoarded in boxes, albums,

tucked into cupboards

and crates and cranium,

wrinkled and torn in places,

faded, delicate, thin-skinned;

but all the more cherished

for being bittersweet.

  

PSC/2015

The above poem was written in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides APRIL PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge for Day 27 (a looking back poem):  2015-april-pad-challenge-day-27

Today, it is dedicated to mothers everywhere.

Happy Mothers' Day!

ALSO SEE: 

Before I Knew (Mothers Day 2012)

Flowers for Mothers' Day (2013)