On a Gloomy Spring Day

On a Gloomy Spring Day

It was a gray day –
gray sky, gray dreams.
Rolling fog came pushing
it’s way across the ground
masquerading as a goblin,
and I looked for a safe
place, a hidey hole.
Hope hung limply,
like a worn out chemise,
until a small trumpeter
with a black cap chirped
notes of promise into the air.

Bragging Rights

Bragging Rights

This poem’s been dragged and bagged
and now it’s lagging behind – trying to
flag down some scallawag staggering
by, wagging an extra word or two
that it needs to snag if it’s ever
going to be able to brag about itself
properly, on paper

Dee brings out the silly in me

Tethered

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: March Wind Ekphrastic

I used the painting by John Sloan, Sun and Wind on the Roof

 

Tethered

 

 

I wish for wings to take me

sailing over these rooftops

Wings that flap like the shirts and

sheets on this line, struggling for release

into an unknown world

Yet, like the sheets, I am tethered to

this place – not with ropes and pegs,

but with invisible threads that

bind my heart to yours

 

The Coming Change

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives
Quite a challenge today! Choose a line from one of Sanaa’a poems and write your own poem using derivatives of its words.
Here is my attempt using the following line:

5 “The rustling of leaves; I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” – Buck Moon ~ Part two: Seeing things.

The Coming Change

Flower petals hang limp and faded
their leaves spotted with disease
The sun’s warmth is abandoning us –

tilting away to warm the faces of others
leaving no heat to see us through the night
Even the geese mock us, honking as

they fly across the sky in formation
Gentle breezes have turned a cold shoulder and
Rusted leaves stand in the doorway of my dreams

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/07/poetics-dungeons-and-derivatives/

Forever Grooving

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #135: Shake that Poem Groove Thang

Forever Grooving

The needle dropped into the
groove of the old 45-
scratchy sounds of rock’n roll
filled the room. Her hips
and heart began to sway,
images of a high school gym
filled with teenagers floated
behind her closed eyes, and
she felt groovy again.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/06/quadrille-135-shake-that-poem-groove-thang/