Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

Troubles

d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB–The Minute Poem
Frank has us trying out a minute poem and it’s going to take much longer than a minute to accomplish this challenge.
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TROUBLES

I was having trouble sleeping

Moon came peeping

Caught me crying

Left me sighing

 

I was having trouble waking

Sun came shaking

On my shoulder

Left me bolder

 

I was having trouble seeing

Love was fleeing

You came giving

Life worth living

 

Posted in Poetic Asides, poetry

When I’m Gone

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt

Golden Shovel -using the first line, “a child on a silver bicycle”, from Billy Collins’ poem Traffic

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When I’m Gone

what will happen to my things? a
box of toys from when I was a child
my grandmother’s clock that sat on
her mantle, mother’s jewelry in a
box made of silver
and my old blue bicycle

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

Escape

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Looking Out / Looking In
Lillian has us contemplating windows in the garden. Are you looking out or peeking in?
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Escape

I found your chrysalis in the garden
hanging under a wilted zucchini leaf
perfectly camouflaged except for
the ring of tiny gold dots that added
just a touch of bling

I rescued you for surely you would
not survive if you fell to the ground
and put you in a mesh cage for safety
I placed your new home in the laundry room
away from curious cats and four year-olds

When you emerged one morning
you were weak and wrinkled – not able to fly
Before lunch I checked on you again
and you were gone – flying somewhere
in my house searching for freedom

I searched too – upstairs and down
worried you would die before you
found a way to escape this unnatural place
I picked zinnias and put them in front
of a window hoping to lure you there

But you were already there on the screen
waiting, looking at the trees and sky
the flowers beckoned to you – called to you escape
I raised the screen just a little and you flew off
I could feel the joy and you floated higher still

 

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

My Albatross

d’Verse Poets Pub – Happy 6th Anniversary & Quadrille #36
Something is ‘flickering’ in the pub today

My Albatross

I cook – you eat
I clean – you golf
I shop – you nap
You take no part
In this partnership
‘Cupple’ means morning coffee
ready when you wake
but when I see that
flicker of a smile
You are my beautiful albatross

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Still Here

Fireblossom Friday: Bang, You’re Dead.

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Still Here

 

i am stardust and
moonbeams
skimming through
your atmosphere

i am the whispered
breeze
blowing through
your hair

 

i am the fog
that hides the
sun from
your face

i am the rain
falling
from the sky like
your tears

i am not gone