Down Town

d’Verse Poetics

Adventures in Traveling

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The midnight train calls out my name
As if a game
Come ride with me
A dreamlike plea

We’ll ride along the night time rails
When day exhales
The city sleeps
Its secrets keep

Bright neon lights eclipse the moon
And streets are strewn
With shiny girls
Sweet music swirls

Dark corners hide the other side
Those cast aside
They tear apart
My beating heart

Let’s ride the train till morning comes
Night’s life succumbs
To men in suits
Women in boots

Collaboration for Peace – 10

Here we are in our tenth week of “Collaboration for Peace”!
Be sure to check out Mish’s blog at mishunderstood
We hope you have enjoyed a peaceful Sunday.

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Adrift

We cannot see further
Than each step that we take
Hearts are obscured
By the choices we make

We muddle our minds
With things that don’t matter
Set adrift in the storm
Broken and battered

Searching for peace
In faraway lands
When peace is a power
That rests in our hands

The Portrait

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I am the poser
You are my painter
You color me with reds

and yellows, orange
Colors that burn my skin
torch my soul

You slash and splash
upon the canvas
While I long for cooling blues

soothing green
the gentle touch of
a fine haired brush

So I will wait until
you turn away
then I will color you

black

Mag 306
painting by Cesar Santos

Magic Words

The king in fancy rags
performed his magic
transformed my words
into a song
took each letter
and twisted them
into balloon animals
then let them float free
“And where des wordies
should dey land, sweet girl?”
“In Pennsylvania please,
kind sir.”
“Then off they fly to
pencil in a vanity.”
I closed my eyes following
that trail of letters
all the way home.

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Wow, what fun we’re having in the Imaginary Garden!!
The challenge is to “Fashion Me Your Words To Wit” by being a T&T Pierrot Grenade.
Here’s my attempt.

Ode to Humanity

Bastet is schooling us on the Ode today at B & Ps Shadorma & Beyond

MLMM

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Each night I lay upon my bed
and pray for peace throughout the land
a safe abode for those who fled
and for the dead

Believe the day will bring relief
from drought and famine in the world
from pestilence, disease, and grief
despair unfurled

And in my dreams through night I see
a light to banish all that’s dark
the hope shines out from you and me
we are the spark

We are the peace and hope and light
if we just try to understand
not close our eyes at neighbor’s plight
but lend a hand

Footsteps

My hiking boots were well worn, scuffed and muddy. With each step along the Appalachian Trail I could feel the footsteps of those who had hiked before me.
I had no illusions about my abilities. I would not be a thru-hiker, or a day- hiker, only a few-hours hiker. The section I chose was fairly level but wound through ancient hardwood forests. The air was cooled by the leafy canopy above, perfumed by native plants in the understory. The sun stubbornly pushed its way through the green ceiling. Birds chirped and small animals skittered through the pungent leaf litter on the ground. No other hiker passed by and I walked on in silence, adding my footprints to history.

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slanted sunlight
shines through leafy canopy
lace on the trail

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Transforming with Nature’s wonders at Real Toads

Kikobun at Carpe Diem