Tag: dVerse

Mending Threads

Meet the bar with Chant poetry

Posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in 10 year celebration, FormForAll, Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft

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Mending Threads

A mending thread runs from my heart to reach
A mending thread dangling from yours
A mending thread to run from us across the street
A mending thread that will stretch from person to person
A mending thread of love and peace encircling the world
A mending thread to bind our wounds and heal our aching souls
A mending thread we can weave into a giant dream catcher
A mending thread that will hold our gravest nightmares
A mending thread to save me from the loneliness of missing you

https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/15/meet-the-bar-with-chant-poetry/

Of Peace and Drama

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Garden(ing)
https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/13/poetics-gardening/

Of Peace and Drama

she takes her camera to the bit of land that
she works
looking for bees and butterflies hoping
to find
a Monarch flitting among the milkweed she has planted
a place
where they can lay their eggs, where caterpillars munch the leaves
where peace
is sometimes an illusion, as insects and birds play out the drama of who
exists
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waltmarie#poeticforms

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.

Beggars Without Bowls

d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB: To turn again, about turn again.
https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/03/mtb-to-turn-again-about-turn-again/

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Beggars Without Bowls

I offer seeds and nuts to the beggars
and they come, big and small, begging,


without bowls, for alms, for scraps that beg
not to be wasted. And I, like those beggars,


hope for a quick reward, a glimpse, for begging
them with seeds and nuts to appear – those feathered beggars


scavenging for leftovers beneath the feeder, beggars
without bowls in bird-like disguise

Secret Star

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: How to Cut a Pomegranate

https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/01/poetics-how-to-cut-a-pomegranate/

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Secret Star

The ancient apple tree freely gives up its fruit
The universe held safely within the core of its being


Covered tightly in a smooth red skin protecting the wisdom
Of the ages, the stories of past lives, tales of feast and famine


My knife pierces that skin and sweet juices trickle over my fingers
A baptism of holy sweetness, a promise of things to come


And there, in the center where new life is held, I see the secret star

haiku

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites

haiku

within its branches
the ancient gnarled apple tree
harbors fresh new life

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from Paul Dunbar’s The Paradox: I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf

Lost In Cyberspace Perhaps

d’Verse Poets Pub -Going…Going…Gone Poeming {Quadrille #122}

Lost In Cyberspace Perhaps

where have they all gone, those shots of
flowers and bugs, trips, happy children? I went
to look for them and they had disappeared, snuck
away, without telling me they were going. Have they,
perhaps, found other lost pictures to share my memories with?

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I recently lost the photos stored on my computer. Luckily, most of them are
floating in some cloud. 😁