The Missing Piece of My Day

d’Verse Quadrille #61 – puzzle

The Missing Piece of My Day
it was a puzzely sort of day
pieces just didn’t seem
to fit together
I tried pushing round bits
into square-ish slots until
the edges started to come
unglued – flake apart
I searched for missing parts
and found each one except
the heart

Old Fleabag

A Rhupunt Poem

Here’s my attempt at this form

These are the guidelines for the rhupunt:
• The form can be broken down into lines or stanzas
• Each line or stanza contains 3 to 5 sections
• Each section has 4 syllables
• All but the final section rhyme with each other
• The final section of each line or stanza rhymes with the final section of the other lines or stanzas


Old Fleabag
On the table
A white cat sat
Though he knew that
He’s not allowed

I tried to chase
Him from that place
Look on his face
Haughty and proud

I yelled and clapped
My fingers snapped
He was not rapt
Meowed out loud

I raised a flag
White paper bag
That old fleabag
Would not be cowed

Here I Find My Peace

Peace is every Step
We’re looking for some peace in the Garden


Here I Find My Peace

 

My peace is not found in the dark
Watching the constellations
Or bathing in the gentle glow
Of the moon
My peace is not found
In the solitude of a bench
Beside a lake or in the warmth
Of the sand or the rush of the waves
At the edge of the sea
It is not lingering in the song
Of birds of the scent of flowers
I keep my peace tucked safely
In the folds of my heart where
I feel its calming smoothness
Like a piece of fine satin
Against my cheek
Here I find my peace – within myself