Category: Poetry

The Red Tree

January 15, 2026

Hagar’s take on two prompts birthed a dark poem. ~ Cale

Generation after generation

one son after another

and women as well–

blood of criminality runs

cool through their veins

violence is nothing to them

merely part of day’s routine–

conscienceless, they drink

the dregs of others’ lives

who matter to them not–

No mystery trust

has vanished, become

a dusk mist tinged

with copper, reeking

of rust…fear, dread

and viral suspicion…

predators surround–

across globe red rain

drips like weeping

from neighboring trees

since Cain, in cursing rage

murdered his brother…

deep root of the red tree

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/15/tree-3/

https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/01/14/writing-prompts-99/

To Sail, To Love

January 14, 2026

Hello, friendly bloggers–I hope you’re in fine spirits.  I bring you another poem from Hagar😊 ~ Cale

~💙~

He liked boats, craved sailing

it fed him the way his work did–

She only adored the water’s

shimmer, its varying color…

and standing on the shore

where wind carried

salted fragrance and

directed waves

as ballet–but didn’t

toss her where she

might not return…

She could see him

not too far distant

she waved

he waved to her…

as long as she kept

his boat in view

he was certain

to come back to her–

he craved sailing

she craved him more

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/14/sail-2/

Blood Moon (What Do You See?)

January 14, 2026

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2026/01/12/what-do-you-see-323-12-january-2026/

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The poetry is by my friend Hagar. ~ Cale

Image credit; Alison Torres @ Unsplash

Image credit; Sean Pierce @ Unsplash

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I would have walked through

a thousand winters to find you

to be with you, to love you…

Bare trees, breath-tightening

frosted air would have been

to me, nothing…

loving so fiercely

I’d have been fearless

no mere child

despised, tiptoeing

’round strangers

harsh shadow figures

in world far distant 

much colder than yours…

I would love you today

with same blind

passion which knows

no dearth…regardless

of season or years…

But you are gone

for always.

~~~

Blood Moon, you pulse

with wild beat…heat

which can’t be soothed

nor I, who beg you

whisper in the wind

so dark it spins

my thoughts to places

I would not go…

sing a lullaby

into the rain

and weep with me

Blood Moon…

Winter Shepherd

January 13, 2026

Good Tuesday to all who visit here!  I want to thank you for encouraging my blog-shy friend, Hagar, to share her poetry.  This is her most recent one, with a photo from her area–I hope you’ll like it. ~ Cale

Footprints in the snow

proof God walks ahead of me

my Winter Shepherd