Be Free

On a blank white page…
Feathered fingers drip shadowy iridescent ink.
Far away from large raucous flocks.
Gone from an expansive field.
Missing from a city park.
I can almost hear their poetic caws…
Wafting with the wind…
Their cries being carried on their wings…
of their gloomy cloud.
I can Imagine them dripping black iridescent ink,
Beside their tracks in the glaring white snow.
Dreaming of the day they are loved.
Imagining their intelligence being noticed.
Longing for their language to be understood.
Do they hang out everywhere musing?
Close by until the ink is dry and they're free,
Of their dark reputation.

I’ve always liked these funny birds. We encountered one
on a sign at a National Park once that was probably a raven
because of how large it was. He was gorgeous and he knew it
considering how he hammed it up for the cameras like he was a
a star on the red carpet. I love the way our local crows fill our
yard at times throughout the year. I love this photo prompt too.
I hope everyone is having a great weekend.

Photo: “Be Free” by Magic Love Crow

For The Sunday Muse

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Hopeless Romantic

In the lovely garden – she was there.

His goddess veiled by floral leaf.

Materialized by his mournful stare.

Any bystanders could feel his grief.



Her cast stone skin – an ivory white.

Her statue drape of burgundy lace.

She is the same shape and height.

He couldn’t help but see her face.



While he sat on a hard-stone seat…

He had a beautiful love story to tell.

An old French vagrant… to most, he’d meet.

Eager to reminisce about his mademoiselle.


I heard he’d passed – he’s no longer there.

It is indisputable… I’m sure his spirit soared.

The hopeless romantic who sat in the square.

Gone to a heavenly garden – met by the one he adored.




For the Sunday Muse

Photo: "Ireland" by Emily Soto, fashion photographer

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A Sight to Behold

Calm reassuring,

Loving embrace of a child.

A sight to behold.

For the Sunday Muse

Photo: Source

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What is Love?

What? A pop quiz?

What is love? To cut a long story short…

Is it treats?

Okay… okay – well… um…

Love cares about everyone – everything.

Love knows we are all interconnected.

Love knows when one loves others;

It also loves oneself.

This is the true nature of love.

Love can’t be influenced or confined.

Love has no boundaries;

Therefore, you can find love everywhere.

Love is naturally kind and empathetic.

Love speaks out for injustice.

Love allows anger and pain,

To be communicated and freed.

Love cannot be bought and sold.

Love floats around free to give and receive.

Love cannot be planned;

Therefore, we are often surprised by love.

Love is all of this and so much more.

Okay, we good? Um… treats are love too.

Yep, I love treats – you love giving me treats.

I highly recommend love and treats.

For Poets United midweek motif… Love.

Photo: Pinterest

I hope everyone has a happy Valentines Day!

Much love, Vicki

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Peace and Love

I’ve been in harm’s way.

With scares, I return to you…

Wanting love and peace.

For The Sunday Muse

Photo: Source

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Pesky Pear Tree

Hey you – yeah, you.

Put down that brush loaded up…

with golden ochre acrylic paint.

Relax – fill your coffee cup.

I have a tree story to tell.

One that will make you fear…

Those lovely Bradford Pear blossoms,

That I’m about to smear.

Yes, they may be pretty.

A sterile ornamental tree.

Unfortunately, with just themselves…

and now most people will agree.

To never plant these trees.

If it’s not enough – you will never see a single pear.

The havoc that they’ll spread…

Will be more than we can bear.

Here is the link where I got the idea for this

poem for The Sunday Muse. Also for Poetry Pantry.

Happy Sunday.  😊 Photo: Source

https://wellnessmama.com/126975/cut-down-bradford-pear-tree/

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Sweet Strains of the Harp

She heard soft…

Sweet strains of the harp.

And she knew…

In her core.

Love was linking souls between…

The heavens and earth.

I wanted to give this Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5

 a try. A little harder than I expected it to be. 😊 Photo: Pinterest.