Groundhog Day in Pennsylvania

Groundhog Day in Pennsylvania

 

 

Crowds gathered, wearing puffy jackets,

wooly hats – braving snowfall to

await the great prediction

Silence fell as night waned

and light streaked the horizon

A collective prayer rose up for an end to winter’s icy grip –

a prayer there would be no shadow

 

https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/23/quadrille-168/

Poor Little Poem

Poor Little Poem

 

 

This poem’s not feeling very bold

In fact it feels a little cold

Its edges have begun to fold

Its ink is fading, truth be told

The muse has hassled and cajoled

But its ideas seem worn and old

Unrolled

Paroled

Retold

And unsold

 

 

Candied

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #166. “I Like Candy”

 

Candied

 

 

I’ve been candied

A hard shell has been poured

over my soft center, protecting it

from constant poking and prodding

Hiding in the creamy sweetness

of my heart is a tiny morsel of

hardness, waiting to defend it from

any who reach too deeply