Not Alone
I am never really alone
Sometimes
I hear the call of geese
passing
overhead as they migrate North or South, or feel a
breeze
as it brushes the trees. They wave to me and
whisper
the secrets of the forest, of birds, of beasts,
of you
* Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
Quadrille #18 -Cloud
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk, is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a Quadrille using the word cloud
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Weather Forecast
the weather man predicts
sunny skies and gentle breezes
a perfect day for picnics, bike rides
and butter pecan ice cream cones
all the things we did together
when we were together
now
alone
inside
the forecast is
cloudy
with a chance of tears
I picked a blossom from the tree
and put it in my hair for thee
but you were blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there
You did not see my tears that day
or hear me whisper, “please, just stay”
I bowed my head as if in prayer
I was alone still, standing there
Only the robin in her nest
Replied to my ardent request
She seemed to understand despair
I was alone still, standing there
The sun went down, the moon arose
the stars put on fantastic shows
but I was blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there
I picked a blossom from the tree
I was alone still, standing there
—–
Another form challenge from Bastet at MLMM – the Kyrielle Sonnet
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond
hiking the trail
boots treading lightly
backpack like a
papoose hugging
me tightly
I follow those who
blazed the way
through this verdant forest
who honored the
earth and stream –
life source
respected the bear
and coyote, rabbit
and mouse
I walk alone with
only my thoughts
as companions
and those thoughts
are of you
—-
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