Altered Heart
It’s time to take my heart off my sleeve –
unpin the rough edges,
smooth it out, look for tears.
It’s time to mend some holes and,
after a few alterations, gently stitch it
back where it belongs for the
whole world to see.
Category: poetry
Sing Me a Song
Sing Me a Song
Place me in a chamber of music
and let my soul soar to the rafters
Immerse me in a pool of quarter notes
until I am soaked to the bone in the tempo of peace
Wrap me in a cocoon of melody and
harmony, stuff my ears with a hymn so
I can obliterate the choir of discord
I Remember
I Remember
I remember the hoot of an owl
coming from the ancient woods
on a clear winter night, the crackle
of dry leaves as some small creature sought
refuge, and the moon, shining like a spotlight,
on two lost souls who had found each other.
Quadrille #219 – A Poetic Hootenanny
Finding Grace
Finding Grace
I never liked my name. Candace
Grace is
too fancy, too grand for my
simple
soul, that loves the sound of birds
and the
glow of moonbeams dancing through my
open
window in the darkness. This is where my
heart is
content and my spirit can sing along in harmony to
its key
https://dversepoets.com/2025/03/06/mtb-the-poetry-of-names/
Spring Again
Spring Again
Next week it will be Spring
again
The crocus and daffodils, that waited beside the
tulips
for the slanting sun rays to warm the earth,
will bloom
and dull winter birds will put on their best feathers
looking
for mates and building nests, never doubting miracles –
like hope
https://dversepoets.com/2025/03/06/mtb-the-poetry-of-names/
I am Air
I am Air
I breath it in
and speak it out
in puffs of thoughts
formed into words
I breath it in
and shout it out
in curses of anger and despair
I breath it in
and sigh it out
in fervent whispers of hope
I am air
and breath
and life
https://dversepoets.com/2025/02/25/tuesday-poetics-the-four-elements-2/
I’ve Got the Indigo Blues
I’ve Got the Indigo Blues
Not the ordinary blues of
a rainy day or a cancelled adventure
Not the melancholy blues of
a romance that failed
Not even the deep-as-the-ocean blues of
missing someone special
I’ve got the indigo blues of
squashed hope and torched joy-
Just for now
It’s Quadrille Monday!
A Quiet Transfer
A Quiet Transfer
The year does not go out with a bang
in spite of the fireworks –
in spite of the music and horns.
While the people sing and celebrate
the old year and the new quietly shake
hands as the mantle of responsibility is exchanged.
Quadrille #214: Going out with a Bang!
Cycle of the Cicadas
Cycle of the Cicada
She heard them before she saw them –
a high-pitched whirring sound, like a herd
of tiny lawn mowers. The nearby woods were the
scene of this emerging miracle, something only seen
every 17 years. Insects, crawling out of the ground,
shedding their outer shells to become winged creatures
with red eyes, like monsters in some scary book, read by
flashlight under the covers – the stuff of nightmares.
Amid the cacophony of their short lives, she prayed the
old woods would still be standing as silent witness
to the next cycle of the cicadas.
Day 25 of Poem a Day
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2024-april-pad-challenge-day-25
Spring Clean
Spring Clean
I’’m letting go of all the bits and bobs
that have accumulated in my heart –
feelings that no longer fit or that pinch
its soft places. I’m sweeping out the
people and places that have gathered in
corners like spider webs. I’m doing a Spring
clean in the basement chambers, going
through boxed up memories, keeping only
the most precious and releasing the rest
to be blown away by winds of change
- Written in response to Rene Magritte’s painting, Golconda
Golconda by Rene Magritte
Everything We See
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