Whisper Zone

Blue

Blue colors my world
shades my moods
blinks its eyes
covers my thighs
in beat-up denim.

It titillates my taste buds
berry wine and pie
paints the sunshine sky
of summer hot
and winter cold.

Blue bares my soul
when it sings mournful tunes
bolsters my courage
when the flag unfurls
bathes me in oceans
and seas of tranquility.

Blue bruises my arms
when you kiss your charm
good-bye in a fight
soothes me with a moon
rare blue.

Blue dawn and dusk
shadows the lawn
soothes me to sleep
when the day has grown long
and colors my dreams
kaleidoscopic.

Blue my palette
blue my world
and I am content enough.

Karen Chaffee, 2009 
http://www.peacefulwmn9.com

Draped in silver robe 
No introduction needed 
Luna takes the stage

Haiga by Devonne Morgan

Wake-up

Wake-up my sleepy siblings from your slumbering sleep 
with eyes closed so tight to keep out the light,

Heaven beckons you to wake 
but you are caught up in dream like sleep,

You hear us calling to you and you ignore 
this sound you hear in the distance,

God is silently calling in a whisper as 
not to scare you from your slumbering,

your siblings and I hope you will wake 
as we miss your playing with us,

we’ve been slumbering so long 
we have forgotten what it was like 
to be awake,

I’m calling your names do you hear me 
brothers and sisters it’s me,

you are so sleepy and comfortable 
in that bed that you would rather stay,

I have been calling you all day,

Those of us who are awake 
really miss you so,

you are it in tag so here you go,

Now it’s your turn to help me 
find a way to wake up these 
sleepy heads too,

They won’t be easy like you were 
but don’t give up as I didn’t give 
up on you,

You see I love you and that 
is why I care see..

You are a Divine spirit of light 
and you are here to Shine bright 
like the Sun that shines each day.

Barbara Goulding, 2009

EASY

It is easy to love you
When you are
Being Loveable
It is easy to make peace with you
When you are
At Peace
When you are not
It is not so easy
But that is the nature
Of love
And Peace
Loving
When it is not so easy
Making peace
Where none
seems to exist
in You
But wait
It all comes from me
Not from you
I forget that sometimes
But it is true

by Jill Coleman

Spring, the Sweet Spring

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, 
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, 
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: 
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay, 
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, 
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: 
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, 
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, 
In every street these tunes our ears do greet: 
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

from Summer’s Last Will and Testament
by Thomas Nashe (1600)

The Un-fractured Mosaic

How can these infinite number of pieces
Come together in single form
With seamless fits of ignited passions
Welded by the unseen and unknown

Where do these bits and fragments
Find foundation in something called home
While cast across the cosmic generations
Still perfectly resonant in tone

The harmony of existence
Sounded from the silent stone
Peals like a bell calling our name

To remember our infinite differences
The same
Reconstructs
The un-fractured mosaic

Tamara (TJM)