Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Waiting

Artistic Interpretations with Margaret

Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden

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Waiting

I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come
the gentle touch
that used to
calm my fears
I wait for the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love that is
now lost
I wait
alone
and yet
I hope
so I’ll wait on

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry, quadrille

Night Noises

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #43 – creak
Night Noises

what is that creaking,
keeping me from sleeping
I’ll not be peeping
from beneath my quilt
it might be creepy spirits
streaking through the air
or some sneaky vampire
seeking out my cheek
a havoc wreaking freak
– mustn’t shriek
mustn’t squeak –
Eek!

 

Posted in Poems of Garden Gnomes, poetry

Red Dress

END OF THE LINE – Garden Gnomes  are turning things upside down. We are to start a new poem using the ending line from a poem written by someone else. Nice challenge, this.
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A Poem Starting With An Ending Line From Henry Carlile

only a woman in a red dress
and tearful eyes
standing in a room full of
black-clad mourners
can teach us how to grieve boldly
yet still hold on the tenuous thread
that binds us to this world

~
using the last line from “The Cardinal” by Henry Carlile

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

The Hopes and Dreams of a New Fridge

d’Verse Poets Pub – Chilling Out with Lillian

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The Hopes and Dreams of a New Fridge

I’ve heard the horror stories from
the abandoned ones in the back room
they sport dents and bruises and
sticky spots that accumulated
after years of children’s art work
and rough housing – and their insides
stained and yellowed with age

I told them of my dream – of my
gleaming stainless-steel shell, clean and
pristine with no fingerprints or
vacation magnets to mar the shine
and inside, nothing but the freshest
organic produce, milk, and eggs
healthy juices and smoothies

and then the most beat up neglected
refrigerator spoke up with a wheezy
voice to tell me all the dents and stains
and sticky spots were badges showing
he was part of a family and he was loved

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry, quadrille

A Shell of Hope

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #42 – hope
De has filled the pub with hope

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A Shell of Hope

 

we coat our hearts with
a fragile shell of hope

trying to protect it from
the chips and cracks

that will inevitably occur
we seal those chips and cracks

with patches of tolerance,
knowledge and love

making our hope shine
brightly amid the darkness

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Casting Nets

Camera FLASH!
An image prompt from the Imaginary Garden

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by Thomas Eakins (1910)

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Casting Nets

They tossed their empty nets
into the deep unknown
expecting them to
fill with treasure – the kind that
would make them rich, or famous,
or a genius and when they hauled
them in they found nothing but
tarnished trinkets that added nothing
to their lives
I filled my net with love and tossed
it into the murky waters of despair
and when I tugged it back to me
found it was filled with peace

 

Posted in MindlovemiserysMenagerie, poetry

Perspective

Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 7 October 2017
Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 7 October 2017!

This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.

Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

lucky
walk
old
dry
cook

Perspective

I am the fortunate one
strolling through rows
of ancient tombstones
some covered with moss
some with worn script that
can no longer be deciphered
air so arid that the grass crackles
under my feet, brown scorched
patches scar the green
swath of lawn – I thirst for
cooling shade, for a breeze to stir
the stale air around me but
strolling through the rows
I know I am the fortunate one

 

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, Poems of Garden Gnomes, poetry

My Tall Lamp

Poems of Garden Gnomes – THAT AIN’T RIGHT!
What is just out of reach of your left hand? – it is the stuff of poems (written by garden gnomes)

My Tall Lamp

 

it does not care who
needs its glow or why
it shines its 60 watts
for anyone who asks
and does not judge or
criticize it spreads its
incandescent warmth
on my blank page
chasing shadows from
my thoughts and erasing
the darkness from a
moonless night