Category: d’Verse Poets Pub

A Brighter Day

~ Candace ~ 9 Comments

A Brighter Day

 

Same Carols, same twinkling lights

Same Santa ringing a bell

Year by year the people notice

less and less, taking it for granted

Until a small girl in a red hat

walked down the city street. When

she smiled, she tinseled the whole day

The Rescue

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones
Duck! De Jackson has us throwing stones at each other.

The Rescue

I rescued a katydid from the pool this morning,
laying it gently on the deck, hoping it will dry
out, crawl away. Rain is in the forecast,
so I move it to a stone under a broad leaf.
I hope it’s a lucky stone.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/10/04/quadrille-137-throwing-poem-stones/

The Coming Change

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

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/

Persistance

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: For the love of puzzles . . .
Wow, this was some challenge, Lillian!

Persistance

proving the existence of
a dark, hidden planet is
like trying to puzzle the soft
essence of your heart
moving aside the hard parts formed
over years of heartache and climbing
obstacles you have planted to dash all
new pathfinders

but I will carry on, from
dawn to end of day
searching for a crack, some sign of
yielding to the tender
impulses hidden behind an alkali-
like reaction that keeps you safe
from the acidic touches you have known
until my heart can teach yours its gentle creed

— pale moon,
my friend

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/24/poetics-for-the-love-of-puzzles/

Slow Time

~ Candace ~ 6 Comments

Slow Time

It is the slow time
The time between day
and night

The time when only cardinals
are searching for seeds
under the feeder

The time when even the trees seem
to settle and the breeze softens
The time when faint rosy smears

left by the sun remain in the sky
It is the slow time
when two hearts turn away from

the busy world
to find each other

Mending Threads

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

Meet the bar with Chant poetry

Posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in 10 year celebration, FormForAll, Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft

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Mending Threads

A mending thread runs from my heart to reach
A mending thread dangling from yours
A mending thread to run from us across the street
A mending thread that will stretch from person to person
A mending thread of love and peace encircling the world
A mending thread to bind our wounds and heal our aching souls
A mending thread we can weave into a giant dream catcher
A mending thread that will hold our gravest nightmares
A mending thread to save me from the loneliness of missing you

https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/15/meet-the-bar-with-chant-poetry/

Of Peace and Drama

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Garden(ing)
https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/13/poetics-gardening/

Of Peace and Drama

she takes her camera to the bit of land that
she works
looking for bees and butterflies hoping
to find
a Monarch flitting among the milkweed she has planted
a place
where they can lay their eggs, where caterpillars munch the leaves
where peace
is sometimes an illusion, as insects and birds play out the drama of who
exists
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waltmarie#poeticforms

Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.