The Journey

d’Verse PoetsPub – Inspired by Art!
Lillian is tending bar and has introduced us to the fabulous art of Catrin Welz-Stein.
You can see more of her work HERE

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©️ Catrin Welz-Stein

 

The Journey

Come be my friend
Just for a while
Set sail with me
Just for a mile

Let’s see the world
Through different eyes
Discover truths
We thought were lies

Let’s trust our hearts
To know the way
To find the words
With which to pray

For fellowship
And peace and love
An olive branch
A snow white dove

Come be my friend
Just for awhile
Set sail with me
Just for a mile

 

 

 

 

 

Heart Condition

D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur

De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today

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Heart Condition

An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”

 

Where is Love

Meeting the Bar at d’Verse Poets Pub
Paul has challenged us to give The Ghazal a try

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Where is Love

 

A tear-streaked face up-turned to the sky
Searched every day for signs of love in the sky

A shape, a word, a flash of light – but
Not even silent clouds floated in the sky

Unbroken, endless blue and nothing more
No flying bird or breath of wind across the sky

Then gently wafting, starting softly like a whisper
Tender notes began to travel through the sky

They lead me down a winding lane to you
And there is love waiting for me – not in the sky

 

Mirror On The Wall

Poetics – Through the looking glass – d’Verse Poets Pub
Bjorn has us stepping up to the mirror behind the bar

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Mirror On The Wall

The face in the mirror
Tried to give me a flawed update
Fake news
False report
But I fact-checked those
Negative statements
Googled the hearsay
Then turned out the light

Oh How It Grows

Poem One for Me–dVerse Quadrille
Victoria has us poeming at the Pub today

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Oh, How It Grows

It was just a word
Or two
The beginning of a rhyme
Or not
No telling what it might become
With time
And a little TLC, a tonic, a potion
A shot of moon dust
Oh, how it grows
This little poemlette of mine

 

A Healing Garden

 

D’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics with poisonous plants

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A Healing Garden

 

I will purge my pretty garden of
its foxglove poison
Plow under the toxic nightshade and
noxious belladonna
Take a hatchet to the deadly hemlock
Rip out the baneful wolfsbane
and let my garden heal itself with fields
Of golden dandelion, mallows, yarrow
And St John’s Wort

No Longer Kings

Poetics: Bold Tributes

“The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;”
⁃ Dylan Thomas
from, ‘The Hand That Signed the Paper Felled a City’

 

No Longer Kings

 

When I asked about ‘the five kings’ they said
‘count the dead’ and then come back
so, I go quietly out ‘but do not’ look for
dead to count, instead I find a way to ‘soften
the crusted wound’ upon this fragile land
a song to sing to bless the ones who sacrifice
a word to mend the tear dividing brothers
not just to sooth the flame ‘nor pat the brow’
but open eyes and hearts and minds
a prayer that kings will leave their thrones
and we no longer need to count our dead

 

A Woman of a Certain Age

D’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #48 – bounce

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A Woman of a Certain Age

 

There is no bounce
No flounce
Left in her step
No chance of dancing
Late into the night
The dazzle in her razzle
Is becoming tarnished
But the twinkle in her eyes
Still outshines the stars
And the bubbles in her
Laugh infect us all

A Lover Leaps

 

Welcome 2018!
D’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #47 – leap

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A Lover Leaps

My heart said,
“Go ahead, take a leap.”
But my brain said,
“No, no, no – you might
Get hurt.”
You smiled
A tender smile
Your blue eyes sparkled
With joy
My heart took a deep breath
My brain closed it’s eyes
I leapt

 

You Fill Me Up

I Once Used an Earthquake–dVerse MTB: Symbolism
Victoria is tending bar today at the Pub

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You Fill Me Up

the refrigerator stood alone
in the kitchen
bright and shiny on the outside
almost empty on the inside
everyday it gave and gave
never questioning or complaining
always in the middle of gatherings
and parties but somehow feeling
left out, overlooked
then he came with bags
of love and hope
and it felt full again