confused by traffic signals
and one way streets
she longs for a
dusty country road
~~
Poetic Asides PAD 7
“urban ________”
Sevenling
the gentle moon peeked in
smiled at me
sang me a lullaby
the morning sun appeared
shook me awake
without sweet song
tonight I’ll draw the drapes
~~
De is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a
Sevenling. Here’s my attempt.
Friendship Bracelet
I wear your friendship
like a bracelet of multi-
colored gems that
catch the light
reflecting the best
in me and
I am more beautiful
because of it
—
Day 7 in the Garden is all about “bracelets”
Wayward Words
compounded, confounded
windblown words
swirling, curling
upward as if some
kite, a plaything
fishtailing on an
updraft without
a fishnet
leaving me speechless
clueless – wrung out
limp like a soggy
dishrag without
a voice
—-
We’re playing with compound words in the Graden today
Tendril Mercies
“Roots” by Frida Kahlo
I was alone
abandoned
rejected
My world was
cracked
barren
I cried salty tears
of despair
praying for
absolution
redemption
And they watered
the hope which
was buried
almost dead
Slowly tendrils
of mercy
embraced me
and love returned
—
Poetic Asides PAD Day 6 – Ekphrastic
Night Search
Quadrille #6 – Victoria has asked us to shimmer
d’Verse Poets
~~
in the darkest
night when
light is hidden
by heavy clouds
when mister moon
is absent and fancy
stars don’t shimmer
I reach out – stumble
fumble – searching for
an anchor in this sea
of blackness and
unknown monsters
and I find you
Three Cats (an Elfji)
one
cat’s delightful
two are company
but I have three
anarchy
—–
PAD Day3 at Poetic Asides
Three Nights on a Pull-out Sofa
Night one –
So noble of me
giving up a soft mattress
to sleep on the couch
It’s only three nights
I can sleep anywhere
Night two –
I hope they appreciate
those comfortable beds
there is a bar poking my
back – maybe I should
sleep sideways –
nope
Night three –
So stupid of me
giving up a real mattress
my back aches before
I even lie down
what was I thinking
being noble is for the young
—-
PAD Day 3 at Poetic Asides – take the words Three (blank) and make them the title of your poem.
Collaboration for Peace – 14
Mish and I are hoping your day is filled with peace and poetry
~~
photo by Mish
Covered in Poems
The world is covered in an ocean of poems
That ride in and out with the current(affairs)
They are a tsunami of emotion
A tidal wave of rebellion
We splash and play in the surf of words
And picnic on beaches of smooth syllables
We wiggle our toes in trickles of rhyme
And bathe ourselves in cool rhythms
We are tugged by the undertow of language
Until we’re drowned in a wave of love letters
~
(c) Candace Kubinec
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