young again

he wandered

           on the rugged shore as,

                     in the ancient sky,

                                   cloud castles 

                                        bloomed

                                                  majestic as, 

                                                                   sandpipers

                                                                               darted

                                                                                          by.

           the music

      of the shushing waves

                            sung soft as lullabies.

                                          and LIFE was bright

                                                             and new, once more,
 

                                                                                  seen

                                                                                               THROUGH

                                                                                                            THAT CHILD’S EYES.

note:  the prompt from Poetry Jam, this week, is age, aged and aging.

  

photos:  Barnet Marine Park, Burnaby, BC - H. Bourke

© 2014 Wendy Bourke

the golden time

HEAD DOODLING  BACK

after the decades long

whirlwind

lapsed into flutters - then sputters -

then stopped

the stillness prickled anxiously

for a long time

waiting for the inevitable

loud noise to startle the signal

that chaos awaits

but it never came

days no longer soared and plunged

to roller coaster roars and screams

children's honey voices

ceased somersaulting through the air

with campfire songs and squeals and dares

the endless questions

ended

and all the little treasures and drawings and books

were neatly put away

even the beaches weren't as golden

and then,

the grandchildren came 

photo:  Falls or Bust - W. Bourke

© 2012 Wendy Bourke 

inspiriting beauty

soft, 

              forgiving, 

                 rain

 slipped

 from the dry, dull  

                                                    still of night

 and I awoke  

refreshed                  

                                       in sweet, fragrant  

                                                            petrichor breezes

 and in the yard that,

                                               just the day before,  

                                                                                   had gasped for water,

 withered straw grasses  

                                  and gnarled tree branches 

                         were sprinkled

                                                         in lively, wet sparkles

                                                  and there,

in the cool as silk quiet,

                                        I came upon a perfect

                     droplet-raindrop-teardrop

                      that quivered,

                                         lingering, delicately,

                                                                                    at the edge

                                                            of a glistening 
                                                                                       sunshine yellow leaf, 

and then 

fell to the earth 

                                          with

                                                                                                             . . . inspiriting beauty

notes:  the prompt from Poetry Jam this week is "Rain".

 love this new word I came across “inspiriting” (adj.) meaning “to instill or infuse a spirit of encouragement and life into someone”.

 

photo:  After the Rain – W. Bourke

 

© 2014 Wendy Bourke