A Brighter Day

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A Brighter Day

 

Same Carols, same twinkling lights

Same Santa ringing a bell

Year by year the people notice

less and less, taking it for granted

Until a small girl in a red hat

walked down the city street. When

she smiled, she tinseled the whole day

We Come Once More

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We Come Once More

We come, once more, to this
thankful
season. A time of introspection for
poets
whose cups spill over with syllables of love,
with souls
filled to the brim with joy and sadness, and hearts
that beat
out the rhythm of life and death
with truth.

waltmarie poetic form

The Squirrel Forest

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The Squirrel Forest

She laughs at the squirrel running
back and forth across her yard
frantically burying acorns in random

places. Will it ever remember
each spot so it can return in barren
winter to dig up that morsel?

She knows that in the spring
she will be pulling saplings from
her flower beds, left overs from

some hidden bounty. As she watches,
she wanders if it might have been squirrels
that planted the forest at the edge of her yard.

Changing Wind

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Changing Wind

The wind came blowing through
the trees today, making the leaves
shiver in fear. It was a changed wind,
colder, more sinister. The clouds were
rudely pushed aside by this bully wind and
I heard it whisper through my window,
“Ready or not, here I come.”

Smoke Signals

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Smoke Signals

Puffs of white clouds drift
slowly past like cosmic
smoke signals, carrying
messages that I do not
understand. I wish for words
that I can see written across
the sky, or a whisper from deep
inside the biggest cloud that
I can hear. I watch them scurry
away, pushed by the wind, the
way they’ve always done and
I think they are trying to tell me
the world is still turning and
all will be well.

The Rescue

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones
Duck! De Jackson has us throwing stones at each other.

The Rescue

I rescued a katydid from the pool this morning,
laying it gently on the deck, hoping it will dry
out, crawl away. Rain is in the forecast,
so I move it to a stone under a broad leaf.
I hope it’s a lucky stone.

Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones

The Coming Change

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives
Quite a challenge today! Choose a line from one of Sanaa’a poems and write your own poem using derivatives of its words.
Here is my attempt using the following line:

5 “The rustling of leaves; I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” – Buck Moon ~ Part two: Seeing things.

The Coming Change

Flower petals hang limp and faded
their leaves spotted with disease
The sun’s warmth is abandoning us –

tilting away to warm the faces of others
leaving no heat to see us through the night
Even the geese mock us, honking as

they fly across the sky in formation
Gentle breezes have turned a cold shoulder and
Rusted leaves stand in the doorway of my dreams

—

Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives

Persistance

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: For the love of puzzles . . .
Wow, this was some challenge, Lillian!

Persistance

proving the existence of
a dark, hidden planet is
like trying to puzzle the soft
essence of your heart
moving aside the hard parts formed
over years of heartache and climbing
obstacles you have planted to dash all
new pathfinders

but I will carry on, from
dawn to end of day
searching for a crack, some sign of
yielding to the tender
impulses hidden behind an alkali-
like reaction that keeps you safe
from the acidic touches you have known
until my heart can teach yours its gentle creed

— pale moon,
my friend

Poetics: For the love of puzzles . . .