d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #41 – spice
Mish is ‘spicing’ things up at the pub today



the dark and empty night would
have no shine without the
moon to light the way
the sky would be a flat
slate overhead without the
clouds to add softness
there would be no spice
if the stars did
not wink down on us


Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 23 September 2017
Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 23 September 2017!

This week I have reached into my mystery bag and pulled out an Elfje! Your challenge is to write an Elfje poem on the topic of one of the seasons

How to write an Elfje
An ‘Elfje’ counts as five sentences.
Line 1 – One word. This word symbolizes a colour or feature. The word symbolizes the atmosphere.
Line 2 – Two words. These are something or someone with this colour or feature.
Line 3 – Three words. Giving more information about the person or the object. You describe where the person or the object is, who the person or what the object is, or what the person or object is doing. This sentence usually starts with the word ‘he’, ‘she’ or ‘it.’
Line 4 – Four words. Here you are writing something about yourself in relation to the person or the object. This sentence is your conclusion.
Line 5 – One word. This word is called the ‘Bomb.’ It is the essence of the poem.



last leaf

floating to earth

reflects my broken heart




Dream Boat

Weekend Mini Challenge: Boats
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from!

Dream Boat

a little boat floated out to sea
a boat that carried you and me

it gently bobbed upon the waves
we played we were a couple knaves

without a worry, no thought or care
we journeyed forward, unaware

until the wind began to blow
and waves to monsters seemed to grow

it tossed us over and around
up in the air – we will be drowned

we clung together – you and me
then suddenly it set us free

it was the sound of mother’s voice
that gave the monster little choice

my bear and I will sail no more
our dream boat will remain on shore



Autumn Troiku

Carpe Diem Weekend-meditation #3 – Troiku

on the river
lights float to the horizon
the dead rejoice

© Basho

And here is my attempt at a Troiku based on Basho’s haiku

on the river
autumn leaves sail downstream
yellow boats

lights float to the horizon
drifting with the current
fallen leaves

the dead rejoice
in the change of seasons
earth lies fallow


The Garden Gnomes are writing Fall Acrostics today



Maybe someday
I will understand the mystery of the
Great migration – when
Raptors and geese
And swallows heed some ancient
Tocsin to leave behind the Northern autumn
In search of warmer rays in the South
One day maybe I will follow them
Never to return

Straight From the Heart

Straight From the Heart

for your information
this poem speaks from
the heart
no part has been analyzed or
organized or otherwise
it says what it means even
if that means it must stay up
all night to consult with the moon
learning how to make you swoon
this poem holds out its hand
to offer its love
no secondhand moonbeam or
tarnished star trinket to
place on a shelf
this poem offers itself
unpolished, unvarnished
not garnished with roses
false glittery poses
this poem tells the truth
for your information
this poem is in love
with you


Wednesday Poetry  Prompt #411  at Poetic Asides – write an ‘information’ poem