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Still Life

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up

Still Life


she wipes the smudges from her hand
stares at the gray shapes on her canvas
birds, flowers, trees, seem to magically
spring from the vine charcoal she
holds between her fingers
maybe the magic was in the fire, burning
life into dry willow branches


I’ve been taking some art classes recently – vine charcoal is made by burning grape vines or willow branches to a specific hardness.

Also posting on Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

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Trying to Save an Hour

Trying to Save an Hour

I have locked the door
And placed a bowl of lemons there
All the curtains are closed –
Blinds pulled down
I’m burning sage and have
Gathered lucky stones
I rummaged through the junk
Drawer until I found a scraggly
Rabbit’s foot and a pressed
Four-leaf clover
My fingers are crossed
Horseshoes are hung
And stars have been wished upon
There is nothing left for me to do
I’ve done all I can
To safeguard my precious hour
And yet, I know, deep inside,
In the blink of an eye – while I sleep-
It will be gone
And I will pine

My good friend whines about Daylight Savings Time every year – this is for her.

Will also post on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  – Curtain Falls

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All Hail the Queen

Poetic Asides  – Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 430
Write an Annoyance poem

All Hail the Queen

It annoys me –
Just a little –
That my gripes are
Never as gripey as yours
My woes, not as
My worries can’t compare
My annoyances not
Annoying enough
You win
You are the queen of whining
You get to wear the crown
Which you, no doubt,
Will complain about

Also posted at Imaginary Garden  with Real Toads – Tuesday Platform

I’m making this poem work really hard and posting on d’Verse  OLN too. Poor little poem.

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A Conversation With My Aged Pussy Willow

The Poem as a One-Sided Conversation

We’re talking to ourselves in the Garden

A Conversation With My Aged Pussy Willow

Hang in there old friend
You’ve been my herald of spring
For four decades making me
Smile when your fuzzy little
Catkins appear – a sign that
Winter will soon be gone
Hang in there old friend
I’ll do my part to keep you
Healthy, pruned, pest free
I’ll spread compost around your
Trunk to keep you fed and when
Summer droughts arrive I will
Quench your thirst
You were my first shrub, planted
With loving hands in the
Corner of our yard
Together we have watched the
seasons change
Hang in there old friend



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Another Cloudy Day in Western PA

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt
‘Another ___________’


Another Cloudy Day in Western PA

I have learned to love the clouds
Light gray, dark gray
Wispy, ominous
Sometimes a wooly
Blanket covering the sky
I love them when they line up,
Like children waiting for
Recess, pushing and shoving
One another
One day they might rush by in a hurry to
Get to the next town or else they’ll
Just hang around for a while
Waiting for the wind to
Push them along
To soak up secrets from
Another admirer in a far off land
There is beauty in their forms
And shapes, their subtle shading,
The way they blush pink in the
Evening because they’ve hidden the
Sun all day
I have learned to love the clouds
Look up as they pass
And wish them well

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform



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Power of Words

Weekend Mini-Challenge: Art with Me
We’re writing about words in the Garden  this weekend


Power of Words


These words can be super heroes
Throwing you a lifeline
When you are drowning
Talking you down off that ledge

Picking you up when you’re
Too tired to go on –
Or maybe villains
Laughing at your sorrow

Tripping you in the dark
Stalking you when you try to run
They can be a warm companion on a cold day
Curled up beside you

Snuggled under an afghan
Sharing a cup of tea –
Or maybe your worst nightmare
Chasing you through your dreams

Until you scream out loud
These words can bring healing
Like a hug from a friend or
A day in the sunshine

These words have powers
Handle with care