A place for poems and pics
It didn’t matter where
we were going
It was the ride
that created our memories
singing in the back seat
– the songs our
mother taught us –
“Hey, Hey Good Lookin”
and “I See The Moon”
it was the journey we
always remembered
—
The Pub is open again at d’Verse and were writing Quadrilles about a journey.
d’Verse – Poets Pub
Imaginary Garden – Tuesday Platform
Quadrille # 12 – rose
~
Hey bud
isn’t it time you a-rose
sun’s been shinin’ for hours
and you’re still curled,
rolled up tightly
I’m waitin’ for a sign
a little flutter, a waft
of bouquet
this thorny behavior
has me pleadin’
my heart bleedin’
ready for bloomin’ pink
d’Verse – Tuesday Poetics: Summer Starter
~
under the summer roses
fallen petals wilt from
tender pink to brittle brown
forgotten as their beauty fades –
will our summer romance
follow
~
Walt is hosting a summer party at the pub and has given us some super examples of summer poetry, challenging us to take a line, phrase, or word and create something new.
I chose the line “under the summer roses” from “Under The Harvest Moon” by Carl Sandburg
Quadrille 11 – spill
De has us “spilling” things over at dVerse Poets
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Summer has spilled
quickly
into spring bringing
with it the flip flops
and sleeveless shirts
that were packed away
last year
Loud, gaudy summer has
taken over – pushing its
way into bright glaring
mornings and humid nights
pushing aside the gentleness
of spring
Dog Days
I long for the “dog days” of summer
hot days with nothing to do
when daydreaming
is a valid past time
days of long afternoon naps
and tall glasses of iced tea
that leave a cooling wet ring
on my bare leg
nights that come slowly
as we sit on the porch swing
listening to an improvised
concert by crickets and frogs
–
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
d’Verse Poets – OLN # 174 – Bjorn has us thinking about summer
At d’Verse Poets, Mish has us singing our own tune,
Lost In Dreams
I follow the path
laid out for me
eyes wide open
but heart clenched tight
and when the sun goes down
I get lost in dreams
I spend each day
as others see fit
like a mannequin
no thoughts or feelings
and when the sun goes down
I get lost in dreams
I speak in words
that are not mine
opinions muted
until the day ends
and when the sun goes down
I get lost in dreams
I’m lost in dreams of you
lost in dreams of you
~~
d’Verse Poetics – The Music in You
d’Verse Poets Quadrille 10 – breeze
it was a breeze that brought the scent
of summer roses to my room
I closed my eyes and thought of you
and nights we spent along the stream
I felt your kisses on my lips and heard you
whisper words of promised love
d’Verse Poets – Meeting the Bar
Victoria has us getting in shape for summer with an Etheree
I’m counting from 1 to 10 and back again
~
you
want to
drive to the
ocean with the
throng and the clamor
where the sand burns my feet
so I have to wear sandals
and the sun turns my skin scarlet
so I sit in the shade, covered up
in a shirt and hat, wearing dark glasses
take me instead to the cool green mountains
where a stream trickles over smooth rocks
and birds sing to me from the trees
where I can follow a trail
and search for wildflowers
to weave through my hair
then in the dark
I can count
stars and
dream
d’Verse Poetics : Character Study
Walt has us thinking about someone who is a “Memorable Character”
~
he was a whistler
not by birth but by
inclination
no humming or one note tunes
his songs would swirl
through the house
perfect pitch
blue eyes sparkling
and we all smiled
it was the green season
the perfect time
to sow love
in the fertile soil of
a new relationship
water it with
gentle tears of joyfulness
warm it with smiles
then watch the tender shoots
of fancy become strong
enough to bind two hearts
~
d’Verse Poets Quadrille # 19 – green
& Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
