Free Falling
I stood on the brow of the mountain
watching clouds cast shadows below me.
Vultures were gliding on warm currents of air.
As I watched, a single yellow leaf released its grip from
a bare tree branch, twirling in a free fall of delight.
Tag: fall
The Coming Change
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives
Quite a challenge today! Choose a line from one of Sanaa’a poems and write your own poem using derivatives of its words.
Here is my attempt using the following line:
5 “The rustling of leaves; I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” – Buck Moon ~ Part two: Seeing things.
The Coming Change
Flower petals hang limp and faded
their leaves spotted with disease
The sun’s warmth is abandoning us –
tilting away to warm the faces of others
leaving no heat to see us through the night
Even the geese mock us, honking as
they fly across the sky in formation
Gentle breezes have turned a cold shoulder and
Rusted leaves stand in the doorway of my dreams
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Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives
High Flying Dreamer
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #38 – Dream
Sweet dreams, De
—
High Flying Dreamer
I’m dreaming, scheming, seeming
to fly to the edge of the gleaming sun
then fall back to earth,screaming
with joy, hair streaming behind like a sail
inhale, exhale, breath slowly
let it flow, run downhill
until exhausted I rest in the
arms of Orpheus
Something for Saturday
Rusty Art
A Splash of Rust & Gold – Micro Poetry at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Inspired by the poetry of John Pepper Clark
Rusty Art
Rusty leaves release
Their grasp
Twirling earthward on
Invisible air currents
To land in a jumbled mosaic
fall
Carpe Diem Special #218 Dolores’ 2nd “dreaming of spring”
~
yellow school bus
rumbling down the street
small faces framed
behind the square windows
longing for summer days
under haiku
yellow jagged leaf
drifts silently to the ground
under the maple
——
the prompt this week at Haiku Horizons is “under”
What About the Pumpkins
Does anyone ask the pumpkins
if they want a silly grin or
mouth wide open in some ghoulish
hoooowl
And do they enjoy sitting on
scratchy cement porches
while children run past
in search of the best treats,
candy not apples
What of the candle
burning deep in its inner-most
parts – does the flame
warm it or remind that pumpkin
of friends lost to baking
What about the pumpkins
Who will speak for them
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written for the prompt on Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild
High School Cool
She wasn’t a cheer
leader or even a
wanna-be on
the Pep Squad but
she never missed a
game and yelled when
the home team scored
like the cool girls
and wore the blue and
silver school colors
like the cool girls
her hair was long
and straight
like the cool girls
and it was years before
she realized she was
cooler than the cool girls
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