Month: January 2019

Passing a Window Late One Night

~ Candace ~ 18 Comments

d’Vers Poets Pub – Poetry Forms – The Rubaiyat
Frank has us ‘forming’ some lines of poetry at the Pub tonight

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Passing a Window Late One Night
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Our eyes met through the window pane
A chance that may not come again
For just one second we were one
A feeling I can not explain

Then, just as quickly, she was gone
A graceful, caramel colored fawn
I look for her on clear, dark nights
To pass, once more, across my lawn

And wonder if she looks for me
When eating apples from my tree
I won’t forget that look we shared
One night that ended magically

To My Amaryllis

~ Candace ~ 9 Comments

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A little green came peeping through
It filled my heart with glee
Then nothing more for days and days
I wonder, is it me

I gave you water faithfully
Whenever you felt dry
I put you with my other plants
But maybe you are shy

I moved you to a warmer spot
So you would not get cold
I didn’t ask if you would mind
Perhaps I was too bold

Some music just might do the trick
I put some on for you
I played the Beatle’s Rubber Soul
Do you prefer The Who

Today I moved you one more time
To get a little sun
I’ve done my best, it’s up to you
Plant-up and get it done

A Note of Love

~ Candace ~ 9 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Shed some light on this today!
Lillian is our gracious host in the pub tonight

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She built a shed
To shield her heart
Filled with her own
Soft words and art

It was a shell
In which to hide
From bitter winds
And foaming tides

Built to protect
A wounded soul
Keep others out
Stay in control

Until she heard
One plaintive note
So she peeked out
And saw a boat

A boat that floundered
In the waves
It needed help
It needed saved

Again that plaintive
Note rang out
It rang for her
There was no doubt

She opened wide
The she-shell door
To show the boat
Where it could moor

She let that note
Into her soul
It turned to love
It made her whole

For You

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Quadrille #71)

De is thinking about making some changes

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This poem is no changeling
No lesser substitute
It’s the real thing
Imbued with twenty-four
Carat moonbeams
And diamond starlight
It is cloaked in nightingale song
The fragrance of sweet Cereus
It is the best it can be and
It offers itself to you

Laundry Day

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

Poetic Bloomings -INFORM POET – SHADORMA

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.

d’Verse Poets Pub – OLN

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Clean laundry
So neatly folded
In a pile
Makes me think
Of warm days, gentle breezes
My mother’s clothes line

Hung with the
Details of our lives
Dad’s blue shirts
My patched shorts
And the beautiful lacy
Slips my mother wore

Draped In Memories

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

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d’Verse Poets Pub -Come hang with me!
We’re ‘hanging out’ with Lilian tonight
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It hangs forlornly on the
Old cupboard door
Draped now in only memories
It was the favorite hanger the
One used for the very best clothes
A coal miner’s only suit – shiny with wear
A mother’s Sunday dress, home-made
Of yellow, cotton voile
A little girl’s new. first day of school
Dress, the pink one no one else had worn before
A young man’s striped suit for his wedding
This hanger that once witnessed every special
Occasion in a family’s life is
All that remains

Maybe You Should Call Me

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

Poetic Bloomings -PROMPT #211 – “AND I QUOTE” – INSTALLMENT #1

The “AND I QUOTE” prompts will take a quotation from some random person of note and be the basis for our poetry. We’ve used this idea to some great effect in the past, so if it ain’t broke…

Today’s quote:

“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this
thing is to be remembered.” ~Edgar Allan Poe

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I put your name on that list
That list of people in my head
That list I didn’t write on paper
Because I didn’t want to misplace that list
Or clutter my desk with that list
Or lose that list among the pictures
Hanging on the fridge
I put your name on that mental list
Of people I should call, text, e-mail –
Or maybe even write to (gasp!)
I put your name on the top of that list,
That infinite list, growing ever longer
Curling around in my little gray cells
Ending up filed away under ‘Good Intentions’

To The Beast Of My Dreams

~ Candace ~ 19 Comments

D’Verse Poets Pub -Poetry Forms – The sonnet
Bjorn is our host at the Pub tonight

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To The Beast Of My Dreams

I thought I saw you yesterday
At our favorite grocery store
I smiled, then waved, then hollered, “Hey!”
You didn’t hear, or just ignored

I thought I heard you call my name
When I was walking on the trail
Was this some kind of childish game
That I was surely bound to fail

I dreamt about you through the night
I chased you but you ran away
When morning came with welcome light
The covers all in disarray

Assured me you were really there
Snoring like a grizzly bear