pry gems from the ore
cut facets, polish, set, show
words strewn cross the page
Tuesday’s Child
08 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
Tuesdays child is full
of grace; this week I am she
magic surrounds me
money flows to me
everything falls into place
spring is poised to bloom
Paths
06 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
our choices forge who we are
would we do better
or stop cold en route
given more time to ponder
insures us nothing
I walk in dreams
05 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
wisps of night fled dawn’s
stealthy step across the lawn’s
diadem strewn wood
i roam frost laced dreams
dancing with rainbow prisms
ephemeral gems
As you believe
04 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
they’re gossamer thin
veils that hang between the worlds
magic and muggle.
opaque to mundanes
clear as glass to magic sense
real ephemeral
Wear purple now
03 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
wear purple polka dots stripes
run barefoot through rain
don’t wait for old age
they’ll just shake their heads and say
ah well, she’s just old
Use the nice sheets now
02 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
wear the fancy lingerie
now not some later
special occasion
with no name no time no date
funeral perhaps
Burn the candles now
01 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, How to live, Poetry, rules of the road
they were made for flame not dust
and this gift of life
too was meant for flame
that melts us down to essence
idle we but rust
Farewell and hail
31 Dec 2012 Leave a comment
The one resolution i swore to keep was the 2012 WordPress 365 blog challenge – 366 as it was leap year – and with this post I’ve accomplished it.
— the finish line reached
resolution accomplished
penned one post a day
—
I pull once again an old poem from my archives which speaks to me now, as it did when I wrote it so many years ago.
Old Year, New Year.
Old and gray – tired and worn
many died – more were born
much was said – so little done
with the rising and setting of each sun.
Farewell to thee with tears we say
and greet the new with laughter gay
So much could, should, would have done
but alas, I’d just begun and the year was gone.
And so, today I make firm resolution
to do much more by new year’s conclusion.
© Perle Champion
Happy New Year Y’all.








