Tag: dVerse

I Waited

~ Candace ~ 22 Comments

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

—-

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

Room Search

~ Candace ~ 39 Comments

I’ve got
nothing
I sat in the kitchen
at the antique table
with my paper and
favorite pen at the
ready
nothing
I moved to the living
room and sat in
the plaid over-stuffed
chair with my journal
and a #2 pencil
nothing
I went to the dining
room and sat quietly
in the dark, waiting
nothing
Up the steps
counting each one
and into my bedroom
and there curled up
under the patchwork
quilt, snoring gently
I found my muse

—-

Over at d’Verse it’s Poetics – Room With or Withour a View

With Closed Eyes

~ Candace ~ 39 Comments

she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star
she could not bear the scar
if there were only lies

some planet in disguise
bold, shameless avatar
she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star

she did not realize
the moon strummed a guitar
hummed love songs from afar
with tender moonbeam sighs –
she always closed her eyes

—-

Today at d’Verse Poets Pub, Gayle from Bodhirose has challenged us to write a Rondel
Meeting the Bar; the Rondel

Day Off

~ Candace ~ 38 Comments

“Your shoes will make you happy today”

—
my shoes have taken the day off
the pink pumps are sleeping in
those boots are not made for walking

and walking shoes are hiding
under my bed sticking their
tongues out at the sun

even my flip flops have flipped
over and gone back to sleep
my toes are giggling as they

wiggle in the dewy grass
and I am happy

——

They’re talking fortune cookies at the d’Vers Pub today

Dreaming

~ Candace ~ 29 Comments

I did not sleep until
I heard the owl call
to me and the

crickets sing
a lullaby of
gentle songs

moon and stars
were my night-lights
chasing away the

phantoms that lurked
in the corners of the
night

only then did I dream

—

Over ar dVerse it’s a Quadrille Monday – thanks Bjorn

The Fisherman

~ Candace ~ 34 Comments

image

(photo by Gabriella)

The old man had fished trout steams all over the country. He had the best tackle money could buy, everything his many guides had recommended. He’d fished in clear mountain streams and beside raging rivers. He’s caught salmon, walleye, perch, and pike.
Now in retirement he has met his match. Every morning he sits along the stream in the little town near his home, patiently casting his line over and over, trying to catch the elusive trout that live in its deep pools.

finding refuge
under an old stone bridge
native trout

——

Haibun Monday # 6 at d’Verse

Wipers

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

long black arms
keeping rhythm

squeak,flop
squeak, flop
squeak, flop

trying vainly to
wipe away the
falling raindrops
on our windshield

as we count the miles to home

—-

IMAGE-ine: d’Verse – Meeting The Bar

Victoria has challenged us to write a poem in the style of imagism

Just Dirt

~ Candace ~ 37 Comments

the dirt is not just
“dirt”
it is alive, striving,

to stay neutral
it is the magic
elixir, fixer

of plant life
and so ours too
it is dark,

dank, a bank
of crumbly gold
we make withdrawals

without checking
the balance
it is clay

and sandy
loam
we walk all over it

just taking it
for granted
supplanted

Lost

~ Candace ~ 28 Comments

if I stepped out
into space would
you hold tightly to the
tether thats holds me
to my earth,
my blue planet
would you reign me in
if I grew weary of
exploring, seeking
you – the air
I breath
the sun that
wakes me
the moon that
kisses me at night
if I stepped boldly
into worlds unknown
would you follow
trailing behind
guiding me home again
if I stepped lightly
into space
would you be
my tether
or start the
countdown
letting me
float
a-
way

—-
the challenge today in the Garden is to write an new poem based on one of
David Bowie’s songs – I keep humming the melancholy Space Oddity

I’ll be posting at dVerse Open Link too

 

First Date

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

the band played Moonlight Serenade
and they danced cheek to cheek
across the floor
they were young and in love
once more
the rhythm of the music
swept them back to
a first date when she was
shy and he a nervous
young soldier

——
Quadrille 1

Bjorn has challenged us to write a poem using ‘dance’ as a verb with an object and in just 44 words

http://dversepoets.com