A Blue Box

Day 3 of Na/GloWriMo

Rewrite a well know short poem using opposites

I chose The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams



The Red Wheelbarrow 

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so much depends



a red wheel



glazed with rain



beside the white



Here’s my very short attempt –

A Blue Box

we do not depend

on the blue box

left baking in the sun

far from the black cat

Shifting Vision

Shifting Vision


When he retires

he’ll shed his button down shirt,

shrug off his buttoned up life. 

Stop chasing goals and start 

chasing dreams, shift his vision.

He’ll rock out to his own tunes,

write the future in a song,

hug the life he always imagined.



Mish has us shifting around in the Pub today.

Proud Secrets

Proud Secrets


The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds

Black secrets hurried into my dream,

They only saw our souls so proud,

Twirled in the wave of an open hand.


Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale



I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.


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A Simple Gift

A Simple Gift



I looked for a love poem to

give to you, but none were

as tender as the  gleam in your eyes

I listened for a love song to

give to you, but none were

as stirring as the sound of your voice

I searched for some bauble to

give to you, but none had magic

to touch your soul

So I stand here before you

and hold out my humble heart



It’s Valentine’s Day in the Pub



d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #166. “I Like Candy”





I’ve been candied

A hard shell has been poured

over my soft center, protecting it

from constant poking and prodding

Hiding in the creamy sweetness

of my heart is a tiny morsel of

hardness, waiting to defend it from

any who reach too deeply