To read the post that accompanies this Haiku and painting as well as Eldon Taylor’s wonderful story about the eagle who thought he was a chicken, please join me on my daily blog — Dare Boldly.
This poem is in response to a poetry prompt that appeared in my Inbox this morning — it called to me as I remembered taking several photos from the car as my beloved and I drove back from the west coast earlier this summer.
NOTE: The poem itself in no way reflects our relationship. We are committed to driving together, side by side, or the rest of our lives!
However, sometimes, a prompt elicits thoughts that are asking to be expressed. In this instance, the prompt was for a Quadrille (a 44 word poem) that had to include the word, or variation of the word, “Nick”.
This poem wrote itself into being. It was fun!
The Road To Nowhere
©2019 Louise Gallagher
I nicked a photo of your thoughts
on the roadside
where you drove off
A photo nicked holds not enough time
to find the way back
to where we drove side by side
on the road to nowhere
To read more responses to the poetry prompt visit Diverse Poets. It’s quite fun and entertaining too! You might even feel inspired to ‘nick’ a poem or two or at least pen one!
Day 18 – 30 Day Art Project
A Haiku on Love
“Hearts break without sound
Tears falling blinded by snow.
Seeds yearn for spring’s warmth.”
Love never gives up.
Sometimes, we give up on love or believe it isn’t present, or that it doesn’t care to be with us.
Love is always present. Love is always caring for and with us.
We need to care for ourselves to know its power, to experience its majesty, to be free to Love.
Dark gives way to light
Morning breaks, the heart opens
Love fills in the cracks.
©2018 Louise Gallagher
is the night
lingering at the edge
waiting to appear
to open up
hearts and minds
to the wonder
of a thousand tiny fragments
of light ascending
into heavenly hosts
in the beauty of spirits rising
in Love and Light.
The Christchild is coming.
Love is in the air.
My daughter and I have dinner and she talks about the indignity of being subjected to men’s comments flung at her as she walks down the street.
And this poem arose.