A place for poems and pics
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden
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
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!
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
Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 415 – write an I Believe You poem
Moving On
I believe that you can
not drive my car,
choose my direction,
determine my destination
I will plot my own course
follow my own star
and when I look in
my rearview mirror
I will see you standing
in the receding past
—
dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night # 206
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads –
Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma
~
walnut tree
shaded my garden
provided
squirrel’s food
until they came with their saws
and changed our small lives
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
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #42 – hope
De has filled the pub with hope
~
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
Camera FLASH!
An image prompt from the Imaginary Garden
untitled
by Thomas Eakins (1910)
Fair Use
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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
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
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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
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)
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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
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