Looking For Love in the Home Depot

Looking For Love in the Home Depot

 

You tear things down
Remove the historical details
In favor of the smooth

The modern –
Roaming the aisles of
2x4s and plasterboard

And I, I long for color
And pattern and antiques-
Roaming the aisles of

Paint and knobs and
Curtains
Together we build a life

Composed of our differences
A home, a depot
Of collected memories

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My cousin challenged me to write a love poem about Home Depot

also posting on d’Verse Poets Pub – OLN

winter elfje

d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB – brevity
Frank has us keeping it short at the Pub

I remembered writing an Elfje a couple years ago. It’s perfect for this challenge – and fun to write

Here’s an explanation from simplyelfje

The Elfje form originated in The Netherlands where it is used to teach young children to write poetry. The word Elfje means ‘Elven’ or ‘Fairy’ poem (from ‘Elf’ meaning ‘elven’ or ‘fairy’ and the sufix ‘-je’ meaning ‘little’). The form consists of 11 words spread over 5 lines.
How to Write Elfje:
An ‘Elfje’ counts as five sentences.
Line 1. One word. This word symbolizes a colour or feature. The word symbolizes the atmosphere.
Line 2. Two words. These are something or someone with this colour or feature.
Line 3. Three words. Giving more information about the person or the object. You describe where the person or the object is, who the person or what the object is, or what the person or object is doing. This sentence usually starts with the word ‘he’, ‘she’ or ‘it.’
Line 4. Four words. Here you are writing something about yourself in relation to the person or the object. This sentence is your conclusion.
Line 5. One word. This word is called the ‘Bomb.’ It is the essence of the poem.


….. and here is my attempt –

 

Gray
Winter sky
It saddens me
I have one hope
Spring

 

 

The Journey

d’Verse PoetsPub – Inspired by Art!
Lillian is tending bar and has introduced us to the fabulous art of Catrin Welz-Stein.
You can see more of her work HERE

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©️ Catrin Welz-Stein

 

The Journey

Come be my friend
Just for a while
Set sail with me
Just for a mile

Let’s see the world
Through different eyes
Discover truths
We thought were lies

Let’s trust our hearts
To know the way
To find the words
With which to pray

For fellowship
And peace and love
An olive branch
A snow white dove

Come be my friend
Just for awhile
Set sail with me
Just for a mile

 

 

 

 

 

Heart Condition

D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur

De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today


Heart Condition

An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”

 

Where is Love

Meeting the Bar at d’Verse Poets Pub
Paul has challenged us to give The Ghazal a try

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Where is Love

 

A tear-streaked face up-turned to the sky
Searched every day for signs of love in the sky

A shape, a word, a flash of light – but
Not even silent clouds floated in the sky

Unbroken, endless blue and nothing more
No flying bird or breath of wind across the sky

Then gently wafting, starting softly like a whisper
Tender notes began to travel through the sky

They lead me down a winding lane to you
And there is love waiting for me – not in the sky

 

Mirror On The Wall

Poetics – Through the looking glass – d’Verse Poets Pub
Bjorn has us stepping up to the mirror behind the bar

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Mirror On The Wall

The face in the mirror
Tried to give me a flawed update
Fake news
False report
But I fact-checked those
Negative statements
Googled the hearsay
Then turned out the light

Oh How It Grows

Poem One for Me–dVerse Quadrille
Victoria has us poeming at the Pub today


Oh, How It Grows

It was just a word
Or two
The beginning of a rhyme
Or not
No telling what it might become
With time
And a little TLC, a tonic, a potion
A shot of moon dust
Oh, how it grows
This little poemlette of mine

 

A Healing Garden

 

D’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics with poisonous plants


A Healing Garden

 

I will purge my pretty garden of
its foxglove poison
Plow under the toxic nightshade and
noxious belladonna
Take a hatchet to the deadly hemlock
Rip out the baneful wolfsbane
and let my garden heal itself with fields
Of golden dandelion, mallows, yarrow
And St John’s Wort

No Longer Kings

Poetics: Bold Tributes

“The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;”
⁃ Dylan Thomas
from, ‘The Hand That Signed the Paper Felled a City’

 

No Longer Kings

 

When I asked about ‘the five kings’ they said
count the dead’ and then come back
so, I go quietly out ‘but do not’ look for
dead to count, instead I find a way to ‘soften
the crusted wound’ upon this fragile land
a song to sing to bless the ones who sacrifice
a word to mend the tear dividing brothers
not just to sooth the flame ‘nor pat the brow
but open eyes and hearts and minds
a prayer that kings will leave their thrones
and we no longer need to count our dead

 

A Woman of a Certain Age

D’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #48 – bounce

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A Woman of a Certain Age

 

There is no bounce
No flounce
Left in her step
No chance of dancing
Late into the night
The dazzle in her razzle
Is becoming tarnished
But the twinkle in her eyes
Still outshines the stars
And the bubbles in her
Laugh infect us all