Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

The Painter

Meeting the bar: Common Meter

Frank Hubney is the guest host at d’Verse Poet’s Pub and he has challenged us to write our poems using common meter.


The Painter

If I could paint with hues of blue
I’d paint gray clouds that sadden you
I’d find some yellow and I’d add
The brightest sun in glitter clad
And if that sun does not cheer you
I’d paint myself a gray shade too
Then snuggle close along your side
Until your tears have all been dried

Posted in poetry

Listen October

Listen October –

Why are you Golden-

Why are days Shorter-

Where is the Sun-

What do you say – eh?

 

Here says the Sun –

Just behind Clouds-

Just farther Away-

Still your bright Star-

Still shining above.

 

Night’s Glittering stars-

Show me the Bear-

Show me some Sisters-

Show me the Hunter

Look up – said the Sky

Emily Dickinson provided the inspiration in Fashion Me Your Words today at Real Toads.

Posted in carpe diem haiku kai

movement

Carpe Diem # 1027 “movement”

our inspirational quote for today:
[…] “Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion. Seasons come and go, the moon changes every 28 days and so on, the only thing which is steady and without clear motion is our sun, that big star of our Milky Way around which the planets are rotating.” […] Chèvrefeuille, your host

~
shadows crawl
across the mountain peaks
following the sun

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Sevenling

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.

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Oneness

I am one
with the moon
and stars
the cosmic dust
of planets

I am one
with the sun
and clouds
the flow of rivers
the ebb of tides

I am one
with the music
of nature
the dance
of seasons

I am one
with the beat
of your heart
the pulse
of your being

—-

Just Jot It January 26th – oneness

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Transformation

I flung my frail poetic words

up to the flaming star, the sun

letters rained down, rejected, shunned

scattered like storm-tossed twigs, undone

but birds and bees have salvaged them

reclaimed, renewed, turned into song

the air around me shimmers, hums

with hymn of fantasy begun

( I used the word sun and got the binary code 01110011)