A place for poems and pics
Over in the Garden we’re writing about October
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Lady October
She’s wrinkled and worn
Her beauty fading fast
She limps through the days
Energy waning
Sleeping
longer each night
Dreaming
of lost youth
Shivering
under a hoarfrost blanket
Cold hands hiding her
warm heart
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posting at d’Verse Poets Open Mic too
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet shared the background of the Shadorma poetry form and challenged us to write our own using some of the ‘rules’ of classic haiku.
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Moon Lit
Hunter’s moon
lights the barren field
where we met
last summer
rabbits scurry off to hide
are you hiding too
Transforming with Nature’s Wonders
Hannah has challenged us to find a quote to tickle our muses. Here’s one from Bob Dylan
“I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.”
~ Bob Dylan
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Turning
my muse was hiding among
the gathering clouds
pouting,sullen,and dusky
when slowly a patch
of blue elbowed through
and I,
like a flower,
turned toward the sun
D’Verse Meeting the Bar – Bob Dylan
Bellwether
He spelled out the conflict
Of our youth
Like the letters on a Ouija board
He held the planchette
Pointing to the emotions
Of the Beat Generation,
The discord of the
Flower Children
Strumming the background
Music that accompanied
The distortions of the decades
Words that have kept the kid
In me alive
Quadrille #18 -Cloud
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk, is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a Quadrille using the word cloud
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Weather Forecast
the weather man predicts
sunny skies and gentle breezes
a perfect day for picnics, bike rides
and butter pecan ice cream cones
all the things we did together
when we were together
now
alone
inside
the forecast is
cloudy
with a chance of tears
A Splash of Rust & Gold – Micro Poetry at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Inspired by the poetry of John Pepper Clark
Rusty Art
Rusty leaves release
Their grasp
Twirling earthward on
Invisible air currents
To land in a jumbled mosaic
photo by Mish
Uncommon Friend
some say you
don’t belong
don’t fit in
a nonconformist –
trouble
and so they
don’t
give you a chance
but you are bright and
sparkling
adding zing to my
dull life
zest to my ordinary days
balance to my humble story
and I am better for
knowing you
visit Mish at mishunderstood
Welcome back to Bastet!
This week at B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re taking our inspiration from Autumn Rain by D. H. Lawrence.
Autumn Rain
The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;
the cloud sheaves
in heaven’s fields set
droop and are drawn
in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face
falling — I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace
heaven’s muffled floor,
the winds that tread
out all the grain
of tears, the store
harvested
in the sheaves of pain
caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
men that are slain
now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible
of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible
falling as rain.
D. H. Lawrence
@)—>—>—
it was fall
I sat quietly
with my grief
beside me
brown leaves covered the ground
and I mourned each one
© cgk 2016
It’s Quadrille time at d’Verse
I got so caught up in the shadows I forgot to watch the word count – duh.
Here’s my revision
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I walked around the lake
the way we used to
and looked for you when I
heard the hawks
over head
As the sun cast long fingers
of orange across the water
I longed to see your shadow
fall across my path once more
d”Verse Poets Quadrille # 17
De at whimsygizmo is asking us to write about shadows today
Missing Your Shadow
I walked around the lake
the way we used to do
and bought pellets to
feed the ducks
the way we used to do
I looked for you when I
heard the hawks over head
circling in the warm updrafts
I smiled at dogs and children
running past our favorite bench
but the joy was gone
As the sun cast long fingers
of orange across the water
I longed to see your shadow
fall across my path once more
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