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And There is Beauty
Hug a lonely tree
Listen to its heartbeat
Weep for the fallen leaves
Gather them in bushels
Spread them on a blanket
Whisper to them of love
Press them against your heart
Hang them in a window so they can feel the sun
Tell them they are beautiful
Write them into a poem
The prompt over at napowrimo.net today is to write a “prompt poem”
Wrapped Up
She tried to catch up, match
up with those trending, mending
rending things until she was wrung dry
She tried to tweet sweet nothing
into space and time until her chirping dried up
She tried not to give up, live up to
some made up expectations that weren’t her
own until her muse was filled up with nonsense
Then she grabbed up some paper and some
deep blue ink and wrapped herself tightly
into the safety of her own mixed up poem
Synthetic Smells
They sell smells boxed and bottled,
ready for noses unused to nature.
Lavender and rose petals packaged
in plastic – manufactured smells
from a laboratory by people in
white coats and hair nets who
work under artificial lights and
breath artificial air. I long to walk
with them in my garden, to share
the warm yellow light of the sun,
and let them brush their hands
across lavender and sage until
they find the smell of peace.
Rescue Mission
A shopping trip with old friends-
we all
look forward to searching out bargains, and we
deserve
a day out now and then – our passion is
second
hand shops where unwanted, discarded items get
chances
to shine once more, to find gentle mercies
in life
Frozen Promise
It happens every year –
and still I hope
All it takes are a few sunny days,
a couple warmish nights,
and the Magnolia tree in my
neighbor’s yard is adorned with
plump pinky buds full of promise
It happens ever year –
a frosty night forces the buds to
shrivel up in brown sweaters
promises unkept
It happens every year –
and still I hope
On a Gloomy Spring Day
It was a gray day –
gray sky, gray dreams.
Rolling fog came pushing
it’s way across the ground
masquerading as a goblin,
and I looked for a safe
place, a hidey hole.
Hope hung limply,
like a worn out chemise,
until a small trumpeter
with a black cap chirped
notes of promise into the air.
Bragging Rights
This poem’s been dragged and bagged
and now it’s lagging behind – trying to
flag down some scallawag staggering
by, wagging an extra word or two
that it needs to snag if it’s ever
going to be able to brag about itself
properly, on paper
Dee brings out the silly in me
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: March Wind Ekphrastic
I used the painting by John Sloan, Sun and Wind on the Roof
Tethered
I wish for wings to take me
sailing over these rooftops
Wings that flap like the shirts and
sheets on this line, struggling for release
into an unknown world
Yet, like the sheets, I am tethered to
this place – not with ropes and pegs,
but with invisible threads that
bind my heart to yours
A Salty Tear
Like a clown, this poem paints
on a happy face and goes serenely
about its day cooking, cleaning, caring.
All the while there is a small salty
tear waiting at the corner of its eye –
waiting to be released when
no one can see.
Dancing in the Dark
My friend, the moon, is hanging about
In the dark waiting for me to come outside
and dance with him. The wind is whistling a
waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the
grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.
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