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d’Verse Meeting the Bar – Golden Shovel
“For one thing there is no snow”
Billy Collins Report from the Subtropics
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I must thank the neighbors for
planting that tree, just one
that in the spring is a thing
most glorious a sign of hope there
among the evergreens it is
blooming white and shouts “no
longer are we bound by snow”
d’Verse Poetics: Sentiments of the Southwest
Mish would like us to join her in the Southwest
~
dry winds blow tumble weeds
across hot pavement chasing
each other like children
sunsets finger paint the mountains
a watermelon pink
spring rains turn dull sandy fields
into meadows laughing in flowers
and in the night the howl of
coyotes stirs my soul
Just skip it
flip it right
into the pond
let that ring, sink, I think
get lost in the muck
stuck in the ooze
skip the roses
weak psychoses
of apologies
skip town instead
go ahead
I’m through with you
so toodle- loo, buckaroo
~
d’Verse Quadrille is skipping along today
sometimes in the dark I see you
the ghost of another lifetime
the plot of a story in rhyme
just a shadow cast in deep blue
a clouded lens, distorted view
a scepter that I cannot name
when morning comes you don’t remain
then once again I feel the loss
and long for calm of night and doss
the dark when you might come again
~~
d”Verse Meeting the Bar – Decima (I missed out on the link to post this at d’Verse Poets. *shrug*)
d’Verse Poetics: Fantasia
Lillian is asking for poems using fantasia, phantasia, fantasy, or any kind of”fancy”
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it was their fantasy
to fly into space
to dive to the depths
of the ocean
it was their fantasy
to see the person
on the other end of a call
to put dishes in a
machine to wash them
it was their fantasy
to cook food in seconds
to cure diseases
when will our
fantasies become real
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
~~
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
~~
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
~
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
