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Moon Burn

Burning Inspiration–dVerse Quadrille # – Victoria has us turning up the heat in the Pub with this prompt

Moon Burn

I love the gentleness of the moon
Softly glowing without intensity
We can gaze at each other
Without protection
No need for moon glasses
Or moon screen
Moonbeams drift
Harmlessly down to kiss my
Up-turned face and there
Is no danger of getting burned

 

 

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Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

A Conversation With My Aged Pussy Willow

The Poem as a One-Sided Conversation

We’re talking to ourselves in the Garden


A Conversation With My Aged Pussy Willow

Hang in there old friend
You’ve been my herald of spring
For four decades making me
Smile when your fuzzy little
Catkins appear – a sign that
Winter will soon be gone
Hang in there old friend
I’ll do my part to keep you
Healthy, pruned, pest free
I’ll spread compost around your
Trunk to keep you fed and when
Summer droughts arrive I will
Quench your thirst
You were my first shrub, planted
With loving hands in the
Corner of our yard
Together we have watched the
seasons change
Hang in there old friend

 

 

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Looking For Love in the Home Depot

Looking For Love in the Home Depot

 

You tear things down
Remove the historical details
In favor of the smooth

The modern –
Roaming the aisles of
2x4s and plasterboard

And I, I long for color
And pattern and antiques-
Roaming the aisles of

Paint and knobs and
Curtains
Together we build a life

Composed of our differences
A home, a depot
Of collected memories

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My cousin challenged me to write a love poem about Home Depot

also posting on d’Verse Poets Pub – OLN

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Another Cloudy Day in Western PA

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt
‘Another ___________’

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Another Cloudy Day in Western PA

I have learned to love the clouds
Light gray, dark gray
Wispy, ominous
Sometimes a wooly
Blanket covering the sky
I love them when they line up,
Like children waiting for
Recess, pushing and shoving
One another
One day they might rush by in a hurry to
Get to the next town or else they’ll
Just hang around for a while
Waiting for the wind to
Push them along
To soak up secrets from
Another admirer in a far off land
There is beauty in their forms
And shapes, their subtle shading,
The way they blush pink in the
Evening because they’ve hidden the
Sun all day
I have learned to love the clouds
Look up as they pass
And wish them well


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morning glory

Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #20 Revise That Haiku

morning glory!
the well bucket-entangled,
I ask for water
© Chiyo-Ni

This weekend, Chevrefeuille, our host at Carpe Diem, has challenged us to revise this haiku by Chiyo-Ni


my dawn thirst
quenched by purple beauty
a morning glory

 

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winter elfje

d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB – brevity
Frank has us keeping it short at the Pub

I remembered writing an Elfje a couple years ago. It’s perfect for this challenge – and fun to write

Here’s an explanation from simplyelfje

The Elfje form originated in The Netherlands where it is used to teach young children to write poetry. The word Elfje means ‘Elven’ or ‘Fairy’ poem (from ‘Elf’ meaning ‘elven’ or ‘fairy’ and the sufix ‘-je’ meaning ‘little’). The form consists of 11 words spread over 5 lines.
How to Write 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.


….. and here is my attempt –

 

Gray
Winter sky
It saddens me
I have one hope
Spring