Waiting for Love

Waiting for Love

I long to see the moon again
hidden
Behind a cloud laden night sky
unseen
I wait by an open window with
my heart
Willing the cloud to roll away to watch as it
unfolds
Freeing the moonbeams to kiss my face
slowly

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“This week, a Poetic Asides member shared a poetic form she created. While I don’t usually share nonce forms, I’ve tried this one myself, and I think it’s a lot of fun. So without further ado, I’m introducing Candace Kubinec’s form, the Waltmarie (which is itself a nod to PA members and Poetic Bloomings hosts, Marie Elena Good and Walter J. Wojtanik).” From Poetic Asides 2/12/21

Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.

Strange Thoughts

2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15
Write a “ Strange (blank) poem

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Strange Thoughts

What strange thoughts roam
freely through your mind
when you are stuck all
alone in a small room with
nothing to read
wearing a paper robe
sitting on a kind of table
lined with white paper
that crinkles with every shift
of your weight
Thoughts like – when does something
cross that fine line between
vintage and
tacky
and what could they possibly
keep in all those
cupboards

 

Waitin

d’Verse Poets Pub -Poetics: Musical Muse
Mish is tending bar at the Pub and humming a little tune for our inspiration
I used “Blowin’ in the Wind’ by Bob Dylan

Waitin’

It was just Blowin’ In The Wind
waiting for someone to notice
just hangin’ out hoping
someone would reach up
grab it, nab it
biding its time, twiddling its
thumbs, wondering why someone
didn’t realize its been here
the whole time
ready to be embraced
longing to be shared
hoping someone will wipe
the hate from their eyes
and find peace

Collaboration for Peace – 23

Mish  and I hope you find some time for stillness this week

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photo by Mish

In Stillness

I’ve laid down my pack
and loosened the laces
on my hiking boots
I will sit for a while
admire the mountains I’ve
yet to climb
I will inhale the clean air
and listen for the small
stirrings of creatures
nearby
watch for the
aerial performance of
hawks in the blue sky
I will feel the warm breeze
as it passes me, hurrying off
to the valley below
I will stay here a while
in stillness – waiting
until peace joins me
then I will move on

I Waited

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