~
sleeping dove
do you dream of
ancient spirits
—
Carpe Diem #950 – dreams
dreams haiga
Author: Candace
I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos
doodle wars
in this meeting voices
drone – blah, blah, blah
and my brain engages
in battle
pay attention/
go ahead, doodle
sit up striaght/
love your slings and arrows
take some notes/
your umbrella is so divine
make eye contact/
Oh, flowers!
smile and nod/
geometric shapes, perfect
say something, contribute/
make more circles
at last both sides agree
meeting is adjourned
~~~
Poetic Asides PAD Day 8 – doodle
50s nonconformist
I didn’t know it but
she was ahead of her time
the other mothers
baked and cleaned
she gave her time
to help the poor
the other mothers
played cards and sewed
she read books and played piano
My mother didn’t
conform to her peers
She taught me well
—
Day 8 in the Garden is all about those women who influenced the world with their courage and bravery, the suffragettes, or the women who influenced us.
companionship haiga
gray squirrels
in late spring snow
sharing seeds
~~~
Carpe Kiem #949 – companionship
Imagination: a Month of Haiga
Urban Fledgling
confused by traffic signals
and one way streets
she longs for a
dusty country road
~~
Poetic Asides PAD 7
“urban ________”
Sevenling
the gentle moon peeked in
smiled at me
sang me a lullaby
the morning sun appeared
shook me awake
without sweet song
tonight I’ll draw the drapes
~~
De is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a
Sevenling. Here’s my attempt.
Friendship Bracelet
I wear your friendship
like a bracelet of multi-
colored gems that
catch the light
reflecting the best
in me and
I am more beautiful
because of it
—
Day 7 in the Garden is all about “bracelets”
Wayward Words
compounded, confounded
windblown words
swirling, curling
upward as if some
kite, a plaything
fishtailing on an
updraft without
a fishnet
leaving me speechless
clueless – wrung out
limp like a soggy
dishrag without
a voice
—-
We’re playing with compound words in the Graden today
Tendril Mercies
“Roots” by Frida Kahlo
I was alone
abandoned
rejected
My world was
cracked
barren
I cried salty tears
of despair
praying for
absolution
redemption
And they watered
the hope which
was buried
almost dead
Slowly tendrils
of mercy
embraced me
and love returned
—
Poetic Asides PAD Day 6 – Ekphrastic
Night Search
Quadrille #6 – Victoria has asked us to shimmer
d’Verse Poets
~~
in the darkest
night when
light is hidden
by heavy clouds
when mister moon
is absent and fancy
stars don’t shimmer
I reach out – stumble
fumble – searching for
an anchor in this sea
of blackness and
unknown monsters
and I find you
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