FOUNDATION OF MY HEART
Iowa ~
where the tall corn grows.
lightning bugs
dance at night,
and the work ethic is strong ~
it’s where I’m from–home.
2021-07-08
P. Riggs
Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt 341 – Home Is Where the Heart Is
THE TRAIL LIES AHEAD
The morning mist surrounds her
and vast open land awaits.
Nothing stands in her way ~ yet,
she hesitates,
waiting in silence.
Sensing her world will soon change,
she pauses to soak in this
place of peace.
2021-06-22
P. Riggs
DUSK
Ribbons of pink and purple
rest on distant horizon,
crickets and bullfrogs singing
lullaby of
evening contentment.
Gone is the noise of the day.
Tomorrow, nowhere in sight.
Only now.
2021-06-21
P. Riggs
Written for Poetic Bloomings Walt Wojtanik’s Boketto form
The blazing iris of the sun
ushers in a new day.
Yesterday, gone and done,
the blazing iris of the sun
misses no one.
Whoever’s gone astray, whatever’s fallen to decay,
the blazing iris of the sun
ushers in a new day.
2021-06-16
P. Riggs
The blazing iris of the sun borrowed from The Hard Truth by Benjamin Thomas.
Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt 338 – Hey, That’s My Line
What a week – not one predicted, but the one that waited upon Monday’s door. The world was to be filled with the mundane—the workaday tasks, the welcome routine. A one hour commute to and from work each day. Grocery shopping for the weekly menu. Walking the dog. Whacking the weeds that grow more evident once the lawn is mown. Washing the loads of laundry that appear out of nowhere…not to mention the dishes that fill the sink wells. However, being ushered in to the new week, a goal was set before my soul…to walk in ascent to the One who created. Now, as Friday winds down, tasks now done…no feelings of weariness from the weight of the world; rather, strength from the Light of Heaven, to do it all again.
focus can change
when one changes focus
to the One
2021-06-11
P. Riggs
Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt 337
echoes from the silence 