Magpie Tales Photo Prompt Eleven

Perspective

His life's stride gave way to halting steps, then yielded to a cane that kept him upright. Later, with both hands on a walker, time and infirmities sat him permanently in a wheel chair. One day as I pushed Dad down the hallway he slowly reached out to touch the cane that was still leaning against a wall. We paused there for a moment as he grasped the silver handle.

With a quarter turn and a half smile he whispered to no one in particular, " Ah, those were the days."

© 2010 by R. Burnett Baker

Photo courtesy of Willow at Magpie Tales.

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt Ten

time in my pocket 

time 

in my pocket 

tells ancient stories 

of 

a timeless future

held in my

hand. 

Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo from Willow at "Magpie Tales".  

bee

in the garden 

a bee stings a child's nose, 

life's blossom of discovery. 

in the garden 

a daughter plants Dusty Millers 

along a pathway. 

in the garden 

a mother prunes roses, 

ridged thorns, petals perfumed. 

in the garden 

a grandmother sprinkles water on geraniums, 

dusky green, ruby red. 

in the garden 

a bee buzzes solo 

over ground dry and fallow,

searching for a child's 

first blossom. 

Poem © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker 

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt Nine

paint the night 

her glossy tip

of magenta lust 

and I: 

waiting for 

the art of love 

to paint the 

night. 

Poem ©  2010 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo by Willow of Magpie Tales. 

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt Eight

spring to life 

a painted egg

in my hand 

springs to life: 

the scene 

and the 

unseen. 

Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo from blog "Magpie Tales". 

of every passing 

we are 

fire and ash,

water and stone,

flowers and earth.

we are 

sons daughters

mothers fathers 

of every 

passing and ascent 

of night to 

day.

Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2006 by R. Burnett Baker