Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

Out Of Service

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: And the sign said….
Mish is tending bar over at the pub today and she has us seeing signs

I saw a bus one day that had Out Of Service where the next stop header would be. I wondered what it would be like to tell everyone I was ‘out of service’.

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Out Of Service

I am an empty bus
no stops to make
no riders to deliver

downtown, uptown
suburbs, the mall
the next destination, my choice

I turn the radio on – loud
nobody complains
open windows and let the wind blow through

no one to smile at, argue with
tell jokes to
no frustrations, complications – no fun

I halt my empty bus
at your stop
will you ride with me

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry, quadrille

I’m a Believer

Quadrille #35 – pepper
Kim is tending bar at the Pub today. We’re celebrating Sgt Pepper’s 50th anniversary. Really! 50!!! Tell me it isn’t so.
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I’m a Believer

It was Sgt Pepper who broke my heart
he had a Rubber Soul
I walked The Long and Winding Road alone
Mr Moon was waiting and I whispered
Do You Want to Know a Secret?
I’m The Fool on the Hill believing
love survives

 

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Simply Me

“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly

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Simply Me

 

I am blue ink
and garden dirt
with subtle notes of lavender

I write with my heart
and dig with my muse
to the depths of my very soul

solitude is my friend
my inspiration is silence
mixed with the soft music of nature

Posted in Photography, Thursday Doors

Marsh

We recently visited the Millbrook Marsh in State College, PA. A great place for fishing, bird watching, and plant and insect identification.

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This is the main education building

I really liked this small building with ivy growing over the door and painted walls

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This painted bench was in one of the fields

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What a great gate leading to the pollinator garden

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Love Amid the Ruins

Fireblossom Friday: It’s Only A Paper Moon
It’s all about make- believe in the Garden

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Love Amid the Ruins

we like to sit on the front porch
on moonlit nights
the people who lived here – before –
had a swing
but we like the coolness of the cement
we share strawberries from
the the patch that has gone wild
behind the house
there are enough for
chipmunks and birds too
the only music we hear
is made by crickets and frogs
no light pollution streams from
blank windows to dull the stars
we are content, safe
Captain and Tennille got it wrong
there’s nothing like raccoon love

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Heirloom Gardening

Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!


Heirloom Gardening

she spent the summer bent over
planting
weeding
harvesting
and I watched from my kitchen window

an old woman with a cane she used to search for
beans
cucumbers
strawberries
and I was the beneficiary of her labor

now I am the old woman in a garden
sowing seeds
saved
by her
and I harvest a bit of her with each picking