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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
~
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
arms outstretched
faces turned upward
moonlight shines
as we laugh
monsters hiding in the dark
shrink and fade away
© cgk 2016
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At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from the following poem
by Zeki Majed
Dancing in the Olive Field
With your fragile soul in my arms
We move with the rhythm of our hearts
Side to side, left and right
We both feel love inside
For each other, for the sight
Of the setting sun, for your beautiful eyes
Where I see the reflection of the moon rise
As we are moving with the wind
So gentle, yet the entire world can feel
The passion which we carry when our bare feet
Slide across the land like a summer breeze
With your head on my chest, your hands in mine
We are dancing in the olive field…
With a sinful smile…
The scent of heaven reaches my tears
That travel across my face
Full of sorrow, that leaves
Like the autumn leaves
Waiting to be replaced by spring…
Like the happiness that you bring
When we are dancing in the olive field…
Side to side, left and right
Forever intertwined…with you my darling
As we…are dancing in the olive field…
(c) Zeki Majed, 2015
Inform Poets – Naani
on Poetic Bloomings
where do you go
are you hiding nearby
or do you crawl away when
my eyes close
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from a poem by Robert Fagles and Starry Night by van Gough
~
I must learn
to paint starry nights
blend daylight
into dusk
with each brushstroke banish dark
until I feel hope
Form for All; The Clerihew at D’Verse Poets Pub
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If dining with Andrew Zimmern
your stomach just might start to churn
he slurps fish lips from mugs
and eats pig ears,hoofs, and big bugs
In the Garden today we are finding inspiration in a poem by Ellen Kort
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She’s No Lady –
she rudely pushed her
way into the room
uninvited
unwelcome
she claimed she had
an appointment – then
pointed a long bony finger at
the frail woman in the bed
and hissed, “you’re coming with me”
over our protests she snatched
up the woman, laughed coarsely
and they vanished
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