Category: poetry

Just Gone

~ Candace ~ 27 Comments

d’verse Quadrille #26 – ghost
Kim has us ghost busting today at the Poets Pub. I’m afraid mine turned a little maudlin. It’s not based on anything personal, just how my muse chose to write today.
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Just Gone

I searched for you
Among the tumbled
Crumbled tombstones

I sat quietly in
Vaulted cathedrals
Watching flickering candles

But you did not appear
Not a wisp or
A touch of cold air

You are nowhere
There is no ghostly you
To fill this void

Wide Open

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

It’s all about WALLS in the Garden today

Wide Open

some might build walls
for protection
for isolation
for immunity
after their hearts have
been broken
keeping other hearts out
fearing more damage
but I will keep my heart open
to life as it comes
each bruise or tear
making it smater, stronger –

bolder

It Can’t Be

~ Candace ~ 2 Comments

Poetic Asides

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 383
By: Robert Lee Brewer | February 8, 2017

It Can’t Be

It can’t be bedtime
There is laundry waiting –
It won’t wash itself
No matter how long I
Ignore it
And dinner dishes are
Still stacked in the sink
It can’t be bedtime
My hair needs washed
And I was planning a
Facial tonight
It can’t be bedtime
I should make a grocery list
And pack lunches
It can’t be bedtime
I just made a cup of tea
And I’m going to read
Just one more chapter –

really

Beginning Over

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

dVerse Poetics: Muse Mixology
De has us mixing it up with “bar” terminology this week. Cheers!
Did I mention – in just 33 words, or less!
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Beginning Over

she hung her three sheets to (flap in) the wind
dry on the rocks
she had spritzed away her old life
hammered out each sour fleck of him
kamikazed old rum memories

Thought Crimes

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

Flash 55 Plus

It’s the 55 word challenge in the Garden . The Plus is to use words from George Orwell’s novel 1984.

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Thought Crimes

I have committed thought crimes
On a daily basis
In the car
At the gym
Sitting across from a friend
Not the Down With Big Brother
Kind of thoughts
But hurtful thoughts if
They were spoken aloud
Some mean-spirited
Others jealous
I’m glad there are no
Thought Police
If there were I
Would be incarcerated

The Painter

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Meeting the bar: Common Meter

Frank Hubney is the guest host at d’Verse Poet’s Pub and he has challenged us to write our poems using common meter.

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The Painter

If I could paint with hues of blue
I’d paint gray clouds that sadden you
I’d find some yellow and I’d add
The brightest sun in glitter clad
And if that sun does not cheer you
I’d paint myself a gray shade too
Then snuggle close along your side
Until your tears have all been dried