Twiglet #63
Posted on February 13, 2018 by Misky
stone – still
—
A dash of paint
Glimmering eyes that
Seem to touch my soul
Yet it is stone – still
Category: poetry
Heart Condition
D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur
De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today
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Heart Condition
An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”
Birthday Cake
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 10 February 2018
write a Cinquain poem with the theme of “Birthday”.
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Birthday Cake
Icing
Ooey, gooey
Licking, sticking, dripping
Fingers swiping yummy mouthfuls
Frosting
air show
Twiglet #62
Posted on February 6, 2018 by Misky
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Silver wings tip and glide
In a choreographed dance
Contrails criss-cross the heavens
And the air is full of sound
fly free
Three Line Thursday at Ink In Thirds
Feb 1 – Fly Free
I also followed De to this little community
I dream of leaving winter behind
To search for solace and bright sunshine
And then, I find it in your smile
Where is Love
Meeting the Bar at d’Verse Poets Pub
Paul has challenged us to give The Ghazal a try
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Where is Love
A tear-streaked face up-turned to the sky
Searched every day for signs of love in the sky
A shape, a word, a flash of light – but
Not even silent clouds floated in the sky
Unbroken, endless blue and nothing more
No flying bird or breath of wind across the sky
Then gently wafting, starting softly like a whisper
Tender notes began to travel through the sky
They lead me down a winding lane to you
And there is love waiting for me – not in the sky
Mirror On The Wall
Poetics – Through the looking glass – d’Verse Poets Pub
Bjorn has us stepping up to the mirror behind the bar
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Mirror On The Wall
The face in the mirror
Tried to give me a flawed update
Fake news
False report
But I fact-checked those
Negative statements
Googled the hearsay
Then turned out the light
Turning Green
Twiglet #61
Posted on January 30, 2018 by Misky
~ turning green
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dormant hope
is turning green
love left fallow
emerges
Oh How It Grows
Poem One for Me–dVerse Quadrille
Victoria has us poeming at the Pub today
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Oh, How It Grows
It was just a word
Or two
The beginning of a rhyme
Or not
No telling what it might become
With time
And a little TLC, a tonic, a potion
A shot of moon dust
Oh, how it grows
This little poemlette of mine
A Cherita
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #17 Out of The Carpe Diem Box …
A new form, for me, a Cherita using the theme Winter Time
Cherita (pronounced CHAIR-rita) is a linked poetry form of one-, two-, and three-line stanzas.
Cherita is the Malay word for “story” or “tale”.
Here’s my attempt
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Snow fell steadily overnight
Morning sun shines
On fields of white
Tracks cross from woods to road
Left behind by white tailed deer
Foraging for food
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