– 5/15/19

      Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson

      With my mother, on life’s journey, all those years. We told time like squirrels. Where we had buried what. What we remembered and forgot. Forget-me-nots and morning glories of our lives.

      bluebirds of happiness
      how we fed them
      before she flew

      ~ Kath Abela

      Ο Ο Ο

      A paiting on silk of birds, trees and a human being admiring the scenery

      The Voice of Silence, a painting on silk by Erzsebet Zsombor (Photographed by Taura Scott)

      Réka Nyitrai

      losing my dream
      in a raven’s cry…
      this ache of
      not kissing him


      Dawn chorus

      Finally he was able to see her. See her with his heart. Her head resting on his pillow, facing the rising sun.

      sparrow chirps —
      in her dimples
      early spring


      in her mother’s skin…
      drooping tulips

      Ο Ο Ο

      A path of green tress where the sun is shining in the middle

      Path through Bearpark woods (Photo – Steve Wilkinson)

      Steve Wilkinson

      In four years I will be sixty. As I look at that word I sigh. Where did the time go? Who stole it? Who hit the fast forward button when I was twenty five? There are many metaphors for our travel through life. A meandering river, a winding path, a bird flying into the blueness of sky. I like to think of it simply as a journey, a walk in the woods where we are never certain what lies around the next bend. Perhaps that’s why Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” has always held a special place in my heart. As I lie awake at night I contemplate my travels this far and ask myself “how would my journey have turned out if I had taken that other road?”


      I repeat
      the same mantra

      over to myself
      a whispered hope
      like a song in the night


      the old city

      shrouded in mist
      and moonlight

      A late night train
      for Edinburgh
      separates past from present


      last time we walked

      this forest trail
      we walked it with ease

      now my legs
      feel the weight
      of a thousand pines

      Ο Ο Ο

      A large mushroom

      My brain, a mushroom (Photo – Janice Garvey)

      Janice Garey

      Walking life’s familiar pathways and finding the unexpected pushes my creative button. First, a question begins. Then an answer or another question forms. Recording those thoughts in tanka form with a photo of what prompted the thought process may be helpful to another person puzzling over problems in their life. Sharing such moments equates to caring for others.

      I walked in the yard
      and saw my brain on the ground
      how did that happen
      I wondered and realized
      it is a mushroom I think

      imagine the awe
      if caterpillars could view
      their death while hanging from limbs
      assuming all is a loss
      then butterfly unfolds wings

      Ο Ο Ο

      Trees and a dirt road in a forest like setting

      Grounds surrounding Blair Castle, near Village of Blair, in Perthshire, Scotland (Photo – Bill Skiles)

      Dorothy Skiles

      Portland sunset
      we dined on deck
      sister’s chemo ends
      together we watch
      a new sunrise


      Freemont bridge
      tips of swaying
      pines, firs, maples
      peak above its tied arch
      I sway in the wind too


      Three forks in the road-
      Left, right, and straight,
      Which one will I choose? *

      *This verse by Dorothy appears in Skiles’ 2013 Family Calendar along with the Photo Grounds surrounding Blair Castle…

      A caterpillar on a green leaf

      Caterpillar (Photo – Janice Garey)

      Life’s Journey: Quotes and Credits

      Réka Nyitrai lives in Bucharest, Romania. She was born in Transylvania, a land that she truly considers magic. She studied communication and political marketing. She always felt attracted to poetry, especially to short forms, however she only started writing haiku since 2018, early spring. She writes haiku, tanka and cherita. Her work has been published in Under the Basho, Failed Haiku, FemkuMag, Otata, weird laburnum, Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective, The cherita, your storybook journal and The Asahi Shimbun.

      Steve Wilkinson has been writing short form poetry for about 20 years and has had poems published in various print and online journals. He publishes “The Bamboo Hut”, a tanshi journal. He lives just outside historic Durham City in England.

      Janice Garey lives in the metro Atlanta, Georgia are, USA. Her life’s journey has involved watching the ever expanding buildings, roads, and population of the city bring the global community to her. She searches out bits of nature within the metro area to photograph and share with others who are not able to be out in nature as much as they would like.

      Since 1973, Dorothy Skiles has made her home in Sunland-Tujunga, California, and raised a family. Since 1996, she’s been active in the Foothill poetry community, including planning and hosting monthly poetry readings as a member of the Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga since 2010. She served as Sunland-Tujunga’s Poet Laureate 2012-2014. She was also one of Altadena Poetry Review Anthology’s 2017 Pushcart Nominees. Writing poetry is a journey with many paths that twist and turn and where one’s outside world and one’s interior-self are explored.


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      1. alexnodopaka2 says:

        Yes, thank you Kathabela, my time is coming up for wrapping it up. My problem is there’re too many ribbons… ha-ha!

      2. Thanks to each of your posts .. .they spoke so differently yet thought provoking in a similar way. Peace and love to all of you.

      3. gillena says:

        A beautiful bunch of poems


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