Rescue Me

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Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 13 January 2018
A Triolet consists of 8 lines.
The rhyming scheme is:
AB, aA, abAB
Line 1, 4 and 7 are the same line repeated
So are lines 2 and 8.

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Rescue Me

 

Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats
Strong and courageous – to catch me when I fall
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Someone to rescue me from politics and wordy brawl
And disappearing habitats
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats

A Lover Leaps

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Welcome 2018!
D’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #47 – leap

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A Lover Leaps

My heart said,
“Go ahead, take a leap.”
But my brain said,
“No, no, no – you might
Get hurt.”
You smiled
A tender smile
Your blue eyes sparkled
With joy
My heart took a deep breath
My brain closed it’s eyes
I leapt

 

Early Morning Snapshot

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Early Morning Snapshot

There was just a slight film
Of ice on the birdbath
Evidence of exposure to
A cold snap overnight
From the fog covered window
of my dark room I wipe a
small aperture from which
to view the depth of the field
beyond the fence
as I watch a cardinal bursts from
the bare branches of an
old oak tree in a flash of red

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Tweetspeak Poetry prompt – use vocabulay from an occupation

I chose photography

Also linked at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads –

mirror

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Carpe Diem #1331 mirror

 

‘The mirror reflects perfectly; it makes no mistakes because it doesn’t think. To think is to make mistakes.” […] (Source: The Winner Stands Alone by Paulo Coelho)

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gazing ball
reflecting distorted images
in shades of red

 

Wishing On A Star

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Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 16 December 2017
Write a Holiday Pantoum

Wishing On A Star

Fir tree is decorated with a star
Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
Cookies are on a special plate
Now we are waiting for Santa

Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
No shiny packages yet to be found
Now we are waiting for Santa
Hoping our wishes will come true

No shiny packages yet to be found
Cookies are on a special plate
Hoping our wishes will come true
Fir tree is decorated with a star

 

You Fill Me Up

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I Once Used an Earthquake–dVerse MTB: Symbolism
Victoria is tending bar today at the Pub

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You Fill Me Up

the refrigerator stood alone
in the kitchen
bright and shiny on the outside
almost empty on the inside
everyday it gave and gave
never questioning or complaining
always in the middle of gatherings
and parties but somehow feeling
left out, overlooked
then he came with bags
of love and hope
and it felt full again

An Inconvenience

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Paul is talking Change over at the Pub

 

An Inconvenience

 

A neighbor cut down
an old Black Walnut tree
it was inconvenient –
dropping walnuts in the fall
as walnut trees are wont to do

And then another cut down
a Red Maple
it was inconvenient –
shedding all those leaves in the fall
as maple trees are inclined to do

Yet one more is contemplating
three tall pines behind his house
they are inconvenient –
scattering pine cones in the fall
as pine trees must surely do

Now the birds and squirrels
search out another perch
it is inconvenient –
finding seeds and nuts elsewhere
I think that I will plant a tree

Pop Up Tree

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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 28
It’s two-for-Tuesday once again
Write a love/ anti-love poem

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Pop Up Tree

i bought it at a church rummage sale
it came in a square white box
that was a little torn
a little worn
a five foot pop-up tree
with short artificial branches
and shiny artificial discs for
decorations – just a spiral of glittering garland
it is a yellowy kind of green
that any self respecting tree
would be ashamed of
but it sparkles in the morning
sun shining through the window
and creates abstract reflections
on the wall and ceiling
it makes me smile and
i love it
but my husband –
well, that would be anti-love

 

Where Poetry Lives

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Where Poetry Lives

 

i think i got it all wrong
poetry does not live
in the moon and the stars

it is the gray dove that
sits on the knobby bare branches
of a choke cherry tree
puffed up
warming itself in the
morning sun

the small squirrel
the one with a slight limp
that stuffs its cheeks
full with seeds the sparrows
have dropped in the
grass under the bird feeder

the hissing sound of the
shiny tea kettle filled with hot
water bubbling and bouncing
on the back burner of a
flat top stove ready to
become my morning tea