Month / February 2022

by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

At One with the River

Photo from Pexels/Pixabay.

At One with the River

Time of river…

River of dreams

blissfully reflecting

sky blue, trees green.

Feeling peaceful,

gently flowing past

heron sentinel,

sunshine in mind.

Consciousness of stream,

underwater wonders,

fish inquisitive.

Joyful making memories.

At one with the river, time flowing by…

Memories making joyful.

Inquisitive fish,

wonders underwater,

stream of consciousness.

Mind in sunshine,

sentinel heron,

past flowing gently.

Peaceful feeling,

green trees, blue sky

blissfully reflecting.

Dreams of river…

River of time.

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by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

This Little Boat

Man rowing, Finland. Photo by Joakim Honkasalo from Unsplash.

This Little Boat

In all honesty, man-to-man,

I am rowing this little boat as fast as I can.

Courage, friend, as forward we go.

If you keep bailing as I row,

we may reach the shore, I think,

before our little boat begins to sink.

Photo by Mina A from Unsplash.

Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

Among Friends

Photo by Bruno Martin from Unsplash.
Photo by Zachary Nelson from Unsplash.

Among Friends

Day-by day, we live on earth.

Face-to-face and virtually, we greet each other.

Eye-to-eye, we often see.

Toe-to-toe, we engage in friendly competition.

Side-by-side, we work together.

Arm-in-arm, we walk along.

Hand-in-hand, we share life’s journey.

Moment-by-moment, we face life’s uncertainties.

Heart-to-heart, we know we are not alone.

Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

❤ Happy Valentines’ Day! ❤

Happy Valentines’ Day to all my WordPress Friends

&

to my Best Friend, Robert!

Robert and Cheryl in front of a banyan tree about 2015.
by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

Quest for the Holy Grail

Painting of Jesus and his disciples at the Last Supper from a mural by Leonardo DaVinci. Photo from Pixabay.
Holy communion bread and wine. Photo by James Coleman. The holy grail is the communion cup used during the last supper. Many adventurers have searched for this holy relic, but it has never been found.

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” Alexander Pope

Some adventurers engage in one one risky venture after the other, unprepared, trusting in luck, giving up too soon.

Quest for the Holy Grail

Upon our worthy quest, the fates will smile.

We venture forth in faith and confidence.

Our fervent zeal inspires each lonely mile,

and hearts sing gratitude to providence.

With compass and a map, we chart our course.

At night we have the stars to guide us there.

We endure for better or for worse,

through rough terrain and weather foul or fair.

We tire of questing for the holy grail.

Our hopes are dead, our dreams all turned to dust.

This foolish enterprise is doomed to fail.

We doubt the grail exists…In gold we trust!

Now seeking pirate wealth from days of old,

we’ll share with God our glory and our gold!

Photo by Tim C. Gundert from Pixabay.

Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

Shakespearean Sonnet Written for D’Verse https://dversepoets.com

by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

Bat in the Afterglow

Photo by McKayla Crump from Unsplash.

Bat in the Afterglow

Last night, we stepped outside

into the gilded light of the sunset’s afterglow.

A bright crescent moon graced the twilight sky.

Beneath it shone the evening star.

Silhoutted against a sky of muted blue,

a bat flew toward the rosy horizon and back again,

looping in circles above the quiet street,

a moment of pure delight right outside our door!

Fruit bat in flight, Maldives. Photo by Ishan seefromthesky from Unsplash.

We’ve never seen a bat on our street before.

Maybe, little bat, you live near one of the canals.

I will be watching for you in the evenings.

A hearty welcome to our street!

Where do you sleep all day, little bat?

Hanging upside down under a dried palm frond?

Rocked to sleep in swaying Spanish moss?

Or do you live in a condo under a canal bridge?

Do you dream of flying, as I often do?

Pleasant dreams, little bat, wherever you are.

I hope to see you again on our street,

dining on mosquitos in the afterglow.

Roosting bat in Denmark. Photo by Nils Bouillard from Unsplash.

Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

Hurry Up and Wait!

Many good things in life require a lot of waiting!

Hurry Up and Wait!

Traffic passes

like molasses.

We must wait.

Can’t be late.

We must accelerate.

Hard not to stress,

wondering why, I confess,

we’re in this mess.

Early departures avoid distress.

What terrible angst it creates

to be five minutes late!

Waiting…Earth we could circumnavigate.

After endless wait, we celebrate.

Good outcomes justify the wait!

Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

Robert’s cataract surgery went well yesterday, and he has started to see improvements in his vision. Thank you to my fellow bloggers for their encouragement and good wishes. It means a lot to me. ❤

I wrote this poem to distract me and pass the time while I was waiting for Robert’s surgery to be completed. The form is a ZIGGERAUT: two lines of two words each, three lines of three words each, four lines of four words each, and five lines of five words each. The rhyme pattern is aa, bbb, cccc, ddddd.