d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #116: Poem Those Possibles
We find ourselves twisted and stretched Into Impossible positions – Eagle arms, bridges, chairs, up and down dogs. Sometimes we are mountains, sometimes dolphins or camels. Then slowly breath in, breath out coming back to heart center– armed with peace, facing a day of possibilities.
d’Verse Poets Pub -Poetics – Stoddard, Longfellow and Bryant say hello! (What does November mean to you?)
– Poor November
Oh, poor November, ugly duckling of the Autumn season. Trees stripped bare of vibrant orange and yellow by a cold, cruel wind. Left to idly sit, waiting, between celebrations, with nothing to do but ponder the condition of the human race.
d’Verse Poets Pub – In need of a happiness project?
Quadrille #115 – happiness
Medicine for What Ails You
She’s been happied again. A large dose of giggles washed down with extra silly filled her soul – left it overbrimming with joy. Just when things were looking grim in rushed the experts with games and flights of Imagination that only eight-year olds can summon.
I think the moon has a mag(ic)net that it throws across the inky sky. I find myself drawn outside, looking up, hoping for a glimpse of glow, sliver of shine from this untouchable lodestone. I envy the stars that bask In its magnetic nimbus.
If I could, I would cover this World with a warm blanket to ward off coldness that has settled around it, to smother flames of hate that burn and scorch. I would wrap it around quivering shoulders, to comfort and wipe away bitter tears.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves? Kim has us doing a little ‘eavesdropping’ in the Pub
The sound of rain dropping From the eaves takes me back To a wet summer night To a wooden cabin and girls, Giggling from their bunks, As they eavesdrop on Their counselor kissing a boy Behind the building where No one would ever know