d’Verse Poets Pub – Almost a Triolet
Join the fun at the Pub
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I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
exiled is sun’s gypsy light
I like the hush of twilight
When day becomes contrite
And moon’s glow overspills
I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB: The Death Sentence
Here’s the challenge –
one sentence, improvised, end of civilization as we know it
give it a try over at http://dversepoets.com
It had been only three weeks since she kissed
Him goodbye, escaping the gloomy skies
Of home for a dose of sunshine, (something
She craved in the middle of winter even though
He did not), but something had gone awry while
She soaked up those healing rays and he sulked
Under the gray clouds because as soon as she
Stepped into the house, before she could even kick
Off her shoes, he slumped off to take a nap, signaling
The end of the world as she knew it
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #97 – Filling the Page
De is hosting in the Pub tonight and looking for us to fill our pages in just 44 words.
Play along at http://deversepoets.com
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I have deep pockets –
but don’t ask for a loan
or hand-out. My deep pockets
are in my favorite jacket, the
one I wear on walks along
railroad tracks and they are
filled with treasures –
bird feathers, bits of broken glass,
wild flower petals
Tuesday Poetics with Lillian –
what are your dreams made of?
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Seven-year olds are wise in the way of dreams –
which shows to avoid too near bedtime
In order to dodge sketchy dreams.
Which ones could lead to full-blown nightmares.
Shows that feature mummies or yetis
are at the top of the list, along with anything that dies.
Only shows that make you laugh are allowed.
I should have heeded the warnings.
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Check out the dreamers at http://dversepoets.com
d’Verse Poets Pub – Meet Jackie Hurlbert
– photo by Jackie Hurlbert-
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Bird Song
When evening tip-toes in
To calm the industry of day
When light begins to dim and wind
Becomes a gentle breath
These are the moments birds whisper
Songs to me, filling my dreams
With the hope of their voices
dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: On Wandering & Observing
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Early in the Morning
She likes to go for a wander
in the morning – before the sun
heats up the day too much.
She strolls along the fitness trail –
passed easily by joggers and
serious walkers – most listening
to something other than the bird calls.
If she is lucky, she gets to watch a
Great Blue Heron fishing among the reeds
that line the shallow end of a small lake,
or laugh at the Little Blue Herons and Swallows
swoop and dive across the water – as if
playing a game of avian tag.
She often stops to sit quietly, whenever she
comes to a bench, looking for a pair of turtles
that sun themselves on an old log – grateful that
someone thought to provide a perfect
spot to just observe. And that is when she
begins feeling a little sorry for the runners
and fitness walkers who miss out on
the benefits of a good wander.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Limbo
Take a break or keep writing? I think I know the answer to that.
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Left Behind in May
this poem has been left hanging –
languishing in limbo, cast aside,
out of date, too late for PAD
it is twiddling its thumbs
humming on an empty stage
with its meter running low
it’s a free verse for the taking
marking time on sore feet
until opportunity comes again
as leaves flutter down
