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Spring Again
Next week it will be Spring
again
the crocus and daffodils that waited beside the
tulips
for the slanting sun rays to warm the earth
will bloom
and dull winter birds will put on their best feathers
looking
for mates and building nests, never doubting miracles
like hope
d’Vers Poets Pub – Poetry Forms – The Rubaiyat
Frank has us ‘forming’ some lines of poetry at the Pub tonight
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Passing a Window Late One Night
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Our eyes met through the window pane
A chance that may not come again
For just one second we were one
A feeling I can not explain
Then, just as quickly, she was gone
A graceful, caramel colored fawn
I look for her on clear, dark nights
To pass, once more, across my lawn
And wonder if she looks for me
When eating apples from my tree
I won’t forget that look we shared
One night that ended magically
d’Verse Poets Pub – Shed some light on this today!
Lillian is our gracious host in the pub tonight
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She built a shed
To shield her heart
Filled with her own
Soft words and art
It was a shell
In which to hide
From bitter winds
And foaming tides
Built to protect
A wounded soul
Keep others out
Stay in control
Until she heard
One plaintive note
So she peeked out
And saw a boat
A boat that floundered
In the waves
It needed help
It needed saved
Again that plaintive
Note rang out
It rang for her
There was no doubt
She opened wide
The she-shell door
To show the boat
Where it could moor
She let that note
Into her soul
It turned to love
It made her whole
Poetic Asides -Wednesday Poetry Prompt – Spring
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The Snowman
She built a snowman
On the first day of Spring
Festooned it with a garland
Of frozen daffodils
A line of limp crocus
Buttons marched
Down its rounded belly
A wreath of apple buds
Circled its snowy head
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We got about 8” of wet snow – schools were cancelled, the art museum closed – perfect conditions for snowman building.
Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt
‘Another ___________’
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Another Cloudy Day in Western PA
I have learned to love the clouds
Light gray, dark gray
Wispy, ominous
Sometimes a wooly
Blanket covering the sky
I love them when they line up,
Like children waiting for
Recess, pushing and shoving
One another
One day they might rush by in a hurry to
Get to the next town or else they’ll
Just hang around for a while
Waiting for the wind to
Push them along
To soak up secrets from
Another admirer in a far off land
There is beauty in their forms
And shapes, their subtle shading,
The way they blush pink in the
Evening because they’ve hidden the
Sun all day
I have learned to love the clouds
Look up as they pass
And wish them well
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Imaginary Garden With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform
Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 424
Write a ‘sick’ poem
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Remember Me
I get a funny feeling deep
In my tummy – or is it
My heart – not quite sick
More forlorn, whenever I
Click the box ‘remember me’
On an online form
It’s kind of like the feeling I
Get whenever I think about
Fun we had and how we laughed
Until tears ran down
Our cheeks – then someone
Snorted and we laughed
Even harder and how
I wish there had been a box
For me to check
On your heart that said
‘remember me’
Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 413 – a recognition poem
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this poem ….
would like to recognize
the lined paper and pink-ink pen
that made my appearance possible
without their support I would
be just random thoughts escaping
into the atmosphere
they pushed and prodded my
words into being
arranged them and rearranged
them until they were ready
to shine a light in the darkness
to offer hope to the hopeless
to make a wish for peace for
all who read ….
this poem
Praying for Rain
I pray for rain – a fervent
supplication for
heavy, driving rain to wash
away my tears
I pray for clouds to reign
in the sky – blotting out
all traces of the sparkling sun
a grayness covering the memory
of your smile
I pray for thunder that rumbles
rattling windows and shaking
my soul until it becomes numb
and I can trudge onward
I pray for winds to whip and toss
my sorrow into tatters – small
pieces that can be endured
one at a time
I pray for the calm that follows
a storm where my grief can
learn to live
For the 400!!!!! poetry prompt at Poetic Asides we’re writing aboutan ‘event’
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Friend Event
Why do we always wait for an event
to get together
to give a call
to send a card
We used to know everything
about each other
crushes
favorite ice cream
music
shoe size
fears
You’ve moved again
I don’t even know your address
It’s not your fault
or mine
life has us spinning off
in different directions
If we’re patient maybe
someday
it will spin us back together
Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 383
By: Robert Lee Brewer | February 8, 2017
It Can’t Be
It can’t be bedtime
There is laundry waiting –
It won’t wash itself
No matter how long I
Ignore it
And dinner dishes are
Still stacked in the sink
It can’t be bedtime
My hair needs washed
And I was planning a
Facial tonight
It can’t be bedtime
I should make a grocery list
And pack lunches
It can’t be bedtime
I just made a cup of tea
And I’m going to read
Just one more chapter –
really
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