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the gentle moon peeked in
smiled at me
sang me a lullaby
the morning sun appeared
shook me awake
without sweet song
tonight I’ll draw the drapes
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De is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a
Sevenling. Here’s my attempt.
Quadrille #6 – Victoria has asked us to shimmer
d’Verse Poets
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in the darkest
night when
light is hidden
by heavy clouds
when mister moon
is absent and fancy
stars don’t shimmer
I reach out – stumble
fumble – searching for
an anchor in this sea
of blackness and
unknown monsters
and I find you
Octain Refrain; Meeting the Bar
at d’Verse Poets, Victoria has given us another form to challenge our little gray cells
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I watched a robin build a nest
high in the branches of that tree
where it was safe, no one could see
It didn’t ask what I’d suggest
or seem to care that I was there
although I’m sure I was a pest
I sat as still as I could be
And watched a robin build a nest
Poetics: Poetry Is For The Birds
d’Verse Poets
~
the congregation sits in silence
humble prayers take flight as
wisps of smoke
bouquets of daffodils adorned
with skeins of ribbon
the only light amid the
tidings of unkindness
there is no ostentatious orator
with brooding words of deceit
only murmurations of hope
for peace
Quadrille 5 – melt
d’Verse Poets
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he was not perfect but
I loved him
he was short
out of shape but
so am I
he had a smile that
made me smile
dreamy eyes
for only me
time has come to
say goodbye
the sun is warmer
frosty is melting
d’Verse Poetics – Can You Give Me A Hand?
Mish at mishunderstoodhas challenged us to write a poem using “hands” as our inspiration.
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Opening Hand
she shoved her hand into
a pocket and found she
had nothing to say
her thoughts
were clenched in a fist
sharp ideas dug into her palms
until letter by letter
fingers of words uncurled
she flung them up to the sky
and poems rained down
reached out and waved
farewell to her
Bouts-Rimes Revisited; Meeting the Bar
over at d’Verse Poets
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he asked me to stay
and then he just sits
staring at a screen to play
some computer game, battle wits
with other cyber-nerd misfits
we live like some tv comedy
there’s even a neighbor who flits
in and out to share the tragedy
of her life but never looks me in the eye
if I was really smart
I’d start to cry
mope and sigh as if he’d broken my heart
instead I write these words with a moan
while my heart slowly turns to stone
d’Verse Poetics – Choose a Line
Naomi Shihab Nye
from “Burning the Old Year” – lists of vegetables, partial poems
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I think I might be a writer
ink pumps under
my skin
letters leak
from the corners
of my eyes
I produce
“lists of vegetables,
partial poems “-
flash fiction with
barely a spark,
to-do (or not) to-do
list after list
I pen my pal and
she pens me
I dream in fiction
and wake in my
own memoir
d’Verse Poetics
Adventures in Traveling
_________
The midnight train calls out my name
As if a game
Come ride with me
A dreamlike plea
We’ll ride along the night time rails
When day exhales
The city sleeps
Its secrets keep
Bright neon lights eclipse the moon
And streets are strewn
With shiny girls
Sweet music swirls
Dark corners hide the other side
Those cast aside
They tear apart
My beating heart
Let’s ride the train till morning comes
Night’s life succumbs
To men in suits
Women in boots
I waited alone in my
room all night long
I twiddled my thumbs
I hummed an old song
I wrote a short story
a sonnet or two,
a limerick, acrostic,
free verse and haiku
I ate a stale cookie
maybe two or three
I went to the kitchen
and brewed up some tea
I tried playing cards
and my favorite board game
but all by myself
they were actually quite lame
I stared out the window
at a dark inky sky
Not even a star
twinkled back in reply
I waited all night
for that soft glowing face
I suppose the old moon
must be lost out in space
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Over at d’Verse Meeting the Bar, Victoria is asking “Me, Myself and I …or is it?’
The challenge is to write a poem in the first person
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