Sunset

Sunset

 

 

It will be dark soon. The winter Sun,

stretching its weaken rays toward Earth,

will fall once again into the sea.

She sits where the ocean meets the land,

her toes touching the wet sand,

silently waiting for the last gasp of the Sun.

 

Proud Secrets

Proud Secrets

 

The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds

Black secrets hurried into my dream,

They only saw our souls so proud,

Twirled in the wave of an open hand.

 

Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale

 

COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE

I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.

 

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A Simple Gift

A Simple Gift

 

 

I looked for a love poem to

give to you, but none were

as tender as the  gleam in your eyes

I listened for a love song to

give to you, but none were

as stirring as the sound of your voice

I searched for some bauble to

give to you, but none had magic

to touch your soul

So I stand here before you

and hold out my humble heart

 

 

It’s Valentine’s Day in the Pub

 

Candied

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #166. “I Like Candy”

 

Candied

 

 

I’ve been candied

A hard shell has been poured

over my soft center, protecting it

from constant poking and prodding

Hiding in the creamy sweetness

of my heart is a tiny morsel of

hardness, waiting to defend it from

any who reach too deeply

 

 

Still Waiting

Still Waiting

 

It was a time of bangles and tambourines –

a time of freedom, when we were seventeen

We danced, barefoot, in a field

amid a jungle of wildflowers and kneeled

 

beneath a cashmere moon, joining

hearts and voices with the universe, rejoicing

 

We thought we could punch a hole in the future

and our dreams would be the mending sutures

 

And now, we still strum our guitars,

waiting for the promised avatar

 

Travelers

Travelers

 

I watch them, young people with

their backpacks and trendy clothes,

their cool hairstyles and uncomfortable shoes.

They walk through the airport with a

confidence bestowed on them by

nature. Secure in their ability to navigate

the maze of shops and signage and crowds.

I can not help wandering how they will

weather the storms that living brings or

if they too will someday join the shuffling

mass of elderly travelers, confused and hesitant.