d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Kafka for Kids –
“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923
I do not see the world at all
Behind my eyes so tightly closed
But I can feel a summer breeze
And smell the perfume of a rose
I hear the lovely symphony
Of birds and cows and bugs and such
The sloppy kisses of my dog
Tell me he loves me very much
Here in the darkness of my room
Beneath the covers where I sit
The world becomes what I may choose
When I imagine and invent it
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #88: And the Word Is… extinct
There once were parakeets
here in this un-tropical
Small green birds with cheery
red and yellow faces
Friendly, social bids that brightened
the landscape – until they were gone,
completely disappeared, became extinct
I wonder if the mocking bird still repeats
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #87: Quick! Nick us a poem!
Change of Plans
This poem has its nickers in a twist –
Is in a bit of a snit.
Someone has nicked the
words it wanted to wear today –
fancy words, high-heeled party words.
All that’s left are some everyday,
comfy words like
tea, books, you
dVerse Poetics: On All Things Feline!
The cats are taking over at d’Verse Poets Pub
Lenny – (a Lannet)
We buried him beneath the garden bench
where I would take my morning cup of tea
to share the highlights of my yesterday.
I often thought I heard his rumbling purr,
although I knew it’s just my wishful heart
imagining that he was still around,
still chasing after bugs, both real and not.
Still crawling under sheets when I make beds,
still hiding deep within a paper bag
then jumping out to grab me as I pass.
He followed me around just like a pup –
a nosey, noisy, sleek white, furry friend.
Quiet unexpectedly we found him gone
and buried him beneath the garden bench.
d’Verse Poets Pub : Quadrille -…and the most beautiful words are . . .
Thanks to Lillian for sharing the 70 most beautiful words in the English language – according to a survey conducted by the British Council.
Today’s challenge is to write a Quadrille (just 44 words) using the word tranquility.
She scattered seeds and hoped for sunflowers
that would provide for birds and bumble bees.
She nurtured those small seedlings like a mother,
danced under her umbrella when it rained, and
giggled at the sight of a rainbow.
She scatted grace and found tranquility
Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT #254 – SECOND WIND
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics : Purifying the Mind
Just for Now
I will become a spectator
For a while
I will look at art
Smell some roses
Read some poems
And when I get my second wind
Perhaps I will be the
Painter, gardener, poet
d’Verse Poets Pub – Prosery #2 – Sarah has challenged us to write some flash fiction of no more than 144 words using this quote from Alice Oswald’s poem “Full Moon” — “I dreamt I was the moon.”
He turned off the flashlight and we were left in total darkness. The only sound was water lapping against the side of our small flat-bottom boat. Every now and then, a drop of water from the roof of the cave landed on my head.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cave kiss,” he said.
I began to wonder why I agreed to this trip. I didn’t like caves, boats ,or darkness. I did love this man who loved spelunking so, I closed my eyes and I dreamt I was the moon.