welcome home

inspired by Carry on Tuesday's prompt # 81

 welcome: from the day 

we arrive on the planet

this becomes our home

do you see the signs?

invitations to belong?

they are everywhere

links between us form

from the moment we are born 

open your eyes now

just stop fighting it

synchronicity abounds

here on planet earth

playing tag with the universe

today's haiku is prompted by carry on tuesday #53


playing tag
with the universe
hey you're it!

no escape,
very exciting
to be now

lift a toast
let's celebrate the
occasion

never far

today's haiku is prompted by carry on tuesday's quote: The road to a friend's house is never long

patterns repeating
in vast dendritic arbors
we are linked, my friend




comfortable home
distance dissolving the road
you are never far

calendar niggles

carry on tuesday's prompt inspires today's back-from-the-Low-Country haiku....

back from vacation...
only the young have moments
of forgetting time?

time was meaningless
as this nearly 50 chick
frolicked on the shore

living this moment...
but in the back of my mind
calendar niggles

thing of beauty

Today's post is inspired by "carry on tuesday" prompt #49

innocence of youth
grabs your attention without
really trying to

natural movements
uninhibited by fear,
such amazing grace

a thing of beauty~
can it be captured and held?
we all must grow up

vive la difference

[from carry on tuesday's prompt: Vive la Difference]


one thing I do know:
whether from venus or mars
we are different

the planets rotate
at very different speeds~
men and women too

innies and outies
say: Vive la difference
let's get together

each the love

Prompted from Carry on Tuesday:
"We are each the love of someone’s life"



we are each the love
that makes somebody's heart sing
I know it is true

somewhere a song lifts
the soul's longing for true love
a minor refrain


blistering guitar
and sultry vocals crooning
tell me it could be true


match made in heaven
like the singer and the song
where is my grace note?


end of a long search
turning around, there you are
let's sing together

open-mouthed with joy

[from Carry On Tuesday]
This week our prompt is the opening of the poem
The Poet and his Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar

"A song is but a little thing,
And yet what joy it is to sing!"

black fingers spread wide
the crow swooped across the road
open-mouthed with joy


one note symphony
a song is but a little thing
cawing's how he sings