tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48566626790418288632024-03-14T07:45:53.943-04:00everyday amazing"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile CoueGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger1199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-53419535016215512392024-03-04T12:00:00.019-05:002024-03-04T12:00:00.127-05:00my hand holds a pomegranate<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I swallow the seeds </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">spilling</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">warm sea in my womb </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">bless my body</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>- a child -</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">untouched by sorrow</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">bestowed from darkness to light</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">through slumbering fog</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">hear my plea</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">heal bleeding pain</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i'm weary but hopeful</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>when will our child of love be born?</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFooaTxU9vWAzAcCDOqE6-8BtH9RaaucWygqotlJeag_qJvP5ToZDuADMkj-4OBP-JqZTRmtmBl5srrbeHynHRcWY9XjjWW7YWMStRbWlMUt3topGZZk3GJTQm156CBOp2UCedQ4Z7UmXReOY5nY6Bh21h3vE0fkf39O4GOocupbYFoN9mIuGqgk7Lld3/s631/hands3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="631" data-original-width="594" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFooaTxU9vWAzAcCDOqE6-8BtH9RaaucWygqotlJeag_qJvP5ToZDuADMkj-4OBP-JqZTRmtmBl5srrbeHynHRcWY9XjjWW7YWMStRbWlMUt3topGZZk3GJTQm156CBOp2UCedQ4Z7UmXReOY5nY6Bh21h3vE0fkf39O4GOocupbYFoN9mIuGqgk7Lld3/s320/hands3.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Created by Microsoft Bing (AI)</i></span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posed for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Quadrille, hosted by Punam. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, slumber. Thanks for the visits and comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-8464354584517931562024-02-27T11:30:00.004-05:002024-02-27T11:30:00.130-05:00the hands of the artist<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">the middle finger of my right</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">hand</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> grows a tree</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">white tap roots skitter</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">down</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> interweaving with my veins</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">branches protude </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">fingerlings swimming upward-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> against gravity</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">northbound -</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> this is homeward drive</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">where mollusks are plenty </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">my body is listening</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <i> leap</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">capture the raging</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> tides swelling within- </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">this warm clay</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">coarsely molds friction & fire</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> with flights of fancy</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to sculpture -</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">wings are not required </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> the fruiting is art</span></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6oo9VuSWy1qUknNQappkWh4nBdIx0dzJDDUuKQgl2X-TM_p0-kZpGZxDp31GWLaMTDSD0x2Py1SiqZUcTdnI7dXoZ5bc5w6FTxqItpFKKefx8pZzNFp_g9wo3zisilnVUmbE5ln34CeRkj8R4iKHT0q1DFtoOsCpwl_K7iUhpJAZzHl-HsDy0yNuRjzW/s1920/Zamaraeva-8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1630" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6oo9VuSWy1qUknNQappkWh4nBdIx0dzJDDUuKQgl2X-TM_p0-kZpGZxDp31GWLaMTDSD0x2Py1SiqZUcTdnI7dXoZ5bc5w6FTxqItpFKKefx8pZzNFp_g9wo3zisilnVUmbE5ln34CeRkj8R4iKHT0q1DFtoOsCpwl_K7iUhpJAZzHl-HsDy0yNuRjzW/w311-h366/Zamaraeva-8.jpeg" width="311" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: "Ringside Regular A", "Ringside Regular B", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.16px;">Artist Credit: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/C0FAsfkt6hf/?img_index=1" target="_blank">Anastassia Zamaraeva</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Poetics - 2024 Poets Leaping hosted by Lisa Fox. Thanks for your comments and visits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div><br /></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64268459288044935182024-02-19T12:26:00.000-05:002024-02-19T12:26:22.739-05:00February morning<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">in a canvas of white</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">maple trees are empty baskets</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">while pine trees are lush of cones</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">along ice-covered pathways-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">such a grey dreary sight</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">yet with slight touch</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">of sunrise, rolling clouds, blue sky,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">the morning is leavened</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">by puffs of yellow-butter radiance</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets pub - Quadrille</a>, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, TOUCH. Join us with a poem when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-71437760136657266542024-02-13T15:11:00.002-05:002024-02-13T15:11:41.787-05:00The Garden<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Welcome to The Garden!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">You may walk barefoot here if you wish.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inhale the fresh air.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sit on the benches under the shades of trees</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eat the fruits that you find</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Your hands will be holding the sun's warmth</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And the dewness of rainclouds </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our trees here are grand as </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cathedrals reaching for the sky</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But watch out for poison ivy and stinging neetles</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The giant hogweed can cause burns</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Traveller, there is no judgement </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of where you came from </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of what is the color of your skin </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We would love to hear your stories</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> if you are so inclined to chatter </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Over teapot of orange blossom</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you choose solitude and soil</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Abandonment with vines is the upward course</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you seek knowledge from the trees</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Meditation with the bees is the eastern path</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And if you wish to walk further</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nearby a river runs in ziz zag pathway</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Refusing to run straight</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/13/poetics-its-written-in-stone/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Poetics, Its Written in Stone, hosted by Dora.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanks for your comments and visits.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-25738465972805482492024-02-05T11:30:00.001-05:002024-02-05T11:30:00.136-05:00sky-painting <p><span style="font-family: verdana;">a cup of tea</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">simmers with aroma</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you sip its warmth</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as blues shuffles the air</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">evoking happy times-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you write your verses</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">imagining time is splatter of color</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you draw on sands</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">vermillion sky-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">mumuration of starlings-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>you, being carried away</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>on clouds</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Quadrille hosted by Lillian. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - Imagine. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.</span></p><p><br /></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-16588067959345015742024-02-01T07:30:00.002-05:002024-02-04T21:01:03.803-05:00the business of busyness<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">some of us see you as woman</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">in flowered hat</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">cool as a spring blossom</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">no one can guess that beneath</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your walk with an air of elegance</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">that you are filled with piths of sadness</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">an emptiness that you cannot bottle</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and put a label</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">so that your therapist can check</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">its shape</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">its hues and dunes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">its composition </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">her moon eyeglasses</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">could not decode where it</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">started nor prescribe the cure</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">so you carry a big purse of fullness </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and work your hands with busyness</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your schedule is so booked</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you blank out lunch</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you forget to go outside </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and inhale the scent of lilacs & tulips-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>real flowers</i>, that is</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">if only your therapist knows</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">that the only thing that brings you a smile</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">are the birdsongs</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0QaXi5oD9NHBZqI7e55eWtKE7vPh_HsKJKQ_prq7uV4LbeJQtq-X_lQkAk012g89TRoFBnWxOzqRVPxlR9LuLZhG5oxrC0MhBUIUpfYlikOYpwPu03Pxvf7H8-c62CS4fvr0UOcOdKHvtzUn4PPTRRwPFwFkQLNdKgAyMZ5TVRDRFNUS1SaOwFS0ZH7Y/s570/woman-with-flowered-hat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="342" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0QaXi5oD9NHBZqI7e55eWtKE7vPh_HsKJKQ_prq7uV4LbeJQtq-X_lQkAk012g89TRoFBnWxOzqRVPxlR9LuLZhG5oxrC0MhBUIUpfYlikOYpwPu03Pxvf7H8-c62CS4fvr0UOcOdKHvtzUn4PPTRRwPFwFkQLNdKgAyMZ5TVRDRFNUS1SaOwFS0ZH7Y/w278-h408/woman-with-flowered-hat.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.wikiart.org/en/jean-dupas/woman-with-flowered-hat" target="_blank">Woman with Flowered Hat</a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/01/openlinknight-355/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight</a>. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></p><div><br /></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-77785463343172417562024-01-25T10:00:00.001-05:002024-01-25T10:00:00.138-05:00yesterday's blossoms<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Under almond tree, I remembered you</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">murmuring blues, your face a poem</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I traced with walnut ink & red feather</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wrinkled leather were your cheeks, soft rain</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Softer still were your fingertips, milk-warm</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">that stirred a storm, clanging all my shores</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unmooring my usual road, I read fear</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Instead of dear, purring adventure</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I gathered all my luck, lures, tunes & rides</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And ran- from the moon-tides, me & you</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Toddaid, hosted by Merril Smith. Join us at 3pm EST to find out more about this poetry form. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-14461471644891085272024-01-22T12:00:00.001-05:002024-01-22T12:00:00.134-05:00when nerves are fire<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">when i arrived</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">sky was dove grey</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as your face, cloud-pinched </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">by pain</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i wash your hands </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">fragile as crepe paper</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">soothing gentle words </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">believing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i give you relief </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">but torment is intense</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your nerves are fire</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you say, </span></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">being old is not fun</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="http://versepoets.com" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the given word, PINCH. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-90420646629427339002024-01-09T12:00:00.015-05:002024-01-09T12:00:00.128-05:00the clarion call from the mountains<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i see you, bighorn sheep</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on the steep mountain ledge and crevice </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your hooves fitting & climbing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">through rocky terrain, stealthy as poet's muse</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>[what is so grand about you?]</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you carry your large horns, smouldering spirals</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as stately crown as your rich summer brown coat</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your watchful gaze is steady</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on the wide field of grass & clover & sage</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">oak and fir trees dot along the unpaved roads</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">where predators prowl waiting</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">for your missteps & fall</span></p><p><i style="font-family: verdana;">[can you remind me what is so special about you?]</i></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you are patient as the slow moving clouds</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">watching the blue sky expanding, unfenced & unguarded</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as your wild heart, beating to the call of northern winds</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">there is a sacred </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">pact between you </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and the mountain gods</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>[i respect it and wait for the clarion call]</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a>- Creatures of the Blank Space, hosted by Dora. Years ago, we visited the Banff Mountains in Alberta, Canada, where we saw the Bighorn Sheep by the mountain sides. They are spectacular creatures with massive horns.</span></p><p><br /></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-51209793205311025242024-01-08T12:00:00.001-05:002024-01-08T12:00:00.133-05:00i found (an escapade)<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">the lagoon</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">soft sands & shimmering </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i lost track of time</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">forgetting how quickly <i>this </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">turned to high tides, rocky-rolling</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i swallowed salt & seaweeds</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">are my eyes jelly-red?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">where's the boat? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">the slumbering sea is now awake</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">hungry-pressed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">for the moon's opaque eyes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Quadrille, hosted by Melissa Lemay. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, lagoon. Please join us with your poem when the virutal pub doors open at 3pm EST.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-39642541473900843272024-01-04T07:18:00.001-05:002024-01-07T18:27:35.991-05:00let there always be light<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">when the moon hides</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">ribbons the clouds to purple</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">gathers the bones of trees</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">& stardust</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and shapes our eyes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">into a waning crescent </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">remember the tides </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">that brought us to the shores</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">[the first light, warmest of light]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">igniting our blood to fire</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to be born</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">again [and again] </span></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"<a href="https://www.themarginalian.org/2022/02/24/dark-matter/" target="_blank">Let there always be light, (Searching for Dark Matte</a>r)", title poem by Rebecca Elson.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/04/openlinknight-353/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight</a>. Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-61045171676666758642024-01-02T12:00:00.010-05:002024-01-07T18:28:29.343-05:00notes for january <p> <span style="font-family: verdana;">I.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not the best weather</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Grey skies and winter chill</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dulls my red fancy feathers</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Still I go tap dancing, a thrill</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">II.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her singing is not too bad</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A little off key, she got the keys</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Melodic refrains, we are so glad</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The choir is humming as bees </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">III.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not the best list process</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A seed turns war between want and need</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Escalates to what I want to frame</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">versus what I want to unframe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">What I want to remember</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">versus what I want to forget</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the left side, a grocery list</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and a travel wishlist</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the right side, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">a what-not-to-do list</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and a where-not-to-go list</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I find myself in a pickle </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I tie myself to the moon</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And rocket launch the first one: </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">journaling of my day & dreams </span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/02/poetics-litotes-of-yesterday/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Litotes of Yesterday</a>, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi. I have selected to use litotes in the everyday. P</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">lease join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.</span></p><p><br /></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-18968894034881166652023-12-14T07:20:00.031-05:002023-12-29T17:27:19.150-05:00make it a sweet salad<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">let's make a fruit salad</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as sweet as a ballad</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">specially when paired with a flan</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">so get a large tropical fruit cocktail can</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">& drain fruits with a strainer from its juice</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">this can take time like a noose </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on a big blanket, but this is key</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to make this salad creamy, not soggy peas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">in a bowl, combine fruits with all-purpose cream</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and sweetened condensed milk (half of your dream)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">merrily, you add more color & zest-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">mix in peaches, cheeries - fruitfest </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">how about corn kernels & tapioca pearls</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">added in, to make your feet twirl & swirl</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">measure to your stomach's delight,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">chill & serve as a dessert, so bright</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Note: Our Christmas holiday is not complete without a fruit salad as our cold dessert. There are many variations but the basics remained the same - drained fruit cocktail with cream and sweetened condensed milk. Here is <a href="https://www.lovefilipinofood.com/filipino-fruit-salad/" target="_blank">one</a>.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/12/14/poetry-form-rhyming-recipe/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Rhyming Recipe</a>. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year. </span></p><div><br /></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-8111007951202683572023-12-12T07:37:00.001-05:002023-12-29T17:28:06.323-05:00wish list for december<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i can sit here all day</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">flipping around in my tuxedo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">suit until i am blue</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">with all of my crew</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i do not need a jolly man </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">with a red coat of fur & felt</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to bring joy & cheers</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i am fine as bundled blanket</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">but if you insist on gifting me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">here is my wish list:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">krills, squids & fishes-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">and i will dance</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">dance with my happy feet</span></p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjITG7GDniBVgatoFOKPuPdHWBct67FRT4xoyfQzpcb6UTem7bPt7yBaCAJqQwj5j0TEefIcHxroi7NGH_TZCH0Jl0-qyXlr3oVlrarIiDOcSOnFfZhEqANS2hE6z2vhwZQsHfbx6YN6t6rIo2xVE-Q1NVKbf0_F19EehKoOABDRStExgvhFkuo47zqc657/s4000/jay-ruzesky-9zTafGVsv-c-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjITG7GDniBVgatoFOKPuPdHWBct67FRT4xoyfQzpcb6UTem7bPt7yBaCAJqQwj5j0TEefIcHxroi7NGH_TZCH0Jl0-qyXlr3oVlrarIiDOcSOnFfZhEqANS2hE6z2vhwZQsHfbx6YN6t6rIo2xVE-Q1NVKbf0_F19EehKoOABDRStExgvhFkuo47zqc657/s320/jay-ruzesky-9zTafGVsv-c-unsplash.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Credit: <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/penguin" target="_blank">Jay Ruzesky</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/12/12/december-point-of-view/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - December Point of View</a>, hosted by Melissa Lemay.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanks for your comments and visits. Happy Holidays to you all!</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49966125852657797632023-12-11T12:00:00.002-05:002023-12-29T17:29:00.093-05:00the "real" Christmas trees<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">sky is a mirror</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">snow-dredged, grey-stained</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">by sleet & salt</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">december breezes </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">stiff cold as bone-dry wheat stalks</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">maple trees are leafless</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">while pine and spruce trees are needled-thick</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">unadorned, uncut & crowned</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">by winter stars</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>magical</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">[I wish I could send you one]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/12/11/quadrille-191-let-it-snow/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille</a>, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word "snow". Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-88986538114561332792023-11-30T12:54:00.002-05:002023-12-29T17:30:03.413-05:00cherita<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">snow</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">covers the dead maple leaves</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">& city roads </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">all white</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">soft as river sands</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">filling in all the emptiness-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">darkness steeps</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">hours with greys & bloodless sky</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">where are the birdsongs & bees?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">my pen hears them, scratching </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">away the icy blues of the long night- </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">winter's breath is tangerine</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/30/mtb-cherishing-the-cherita/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Cherishing the Cherita</a> by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-63928215240364637382023-11-22T20:24:00.001-05:002023-12-29T17:31:51.026-05:00ode to a banana<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">my hand holds</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you as a slice of sunshine</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">folded skin</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">yellowed as honeydew</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your pulp is not sulty as a plum</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">nor mysterious as dragon fruit</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you are a yellow stripe in a strawberry field</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">of exotic and colorful produce</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">plucked & peeled</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you are my comfort snack</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as a well-worn shirt</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i wear </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">through all the 4 seasons</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">many will have you fried in</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">sugar & cinnamon </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">or boiled as a steamed fish</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">or mixed in breakfast oats</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">mashed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you are home made bread</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">here is the <i>tea:</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i prefer you</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">fresh and simple as a daisy </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">bringing me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">easy cares as light as butter-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">fly wings</span></p><p><br /></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for<a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/23/openlinknight-351/" target="_blank"> dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight</a> where I am hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it. Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-65951687365002471292023-11-09T12:35:00.002-05:002023-12-29T17:32:59.319-05:00pirate<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i pare a pear</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">ripe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">ate it:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>pit, ear, air</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i tie a teepee</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">apart tarp</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">tar it:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>tri-peat pitter patter trap</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i err</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">(reaper)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">art <i>ate</i> tea, tree, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">rare pieta</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">reel it:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>R.I.P.</i></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/09/mtb-with-anagrammatic-poetry/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets - Anagrammatic Poetry</a>, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. I have used the letters in my title as words in my poem. Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-63813320710569786522023-10-31T07:56:00.003-04:002023-12-29T17:36:28.263-05:00Stardust<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A season of darkness descends </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Heavy as our worldly cares </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of wars & long disagreements</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blanketing candle light with chill</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can we recall the bright sunshine</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That books give us, turning hours to</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gold and greens the path we trod upon</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Words filled us, stories infused us</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can we fall as sepia brown leaves</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soft against the wind, accepting</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of nature's cycle, dying to dust</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Belonging back to soil, a moment</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So brief, we are but a <i>speck</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So mote, where millions & millions</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Have walked this way before</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Have gazed to the sky with awe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That we are & all that we can be</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">is <i>second</i> in time, a blue dot </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of infinity. I float, light </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">as stardust, the tide rises in me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of hope, blue as cosmic ocean</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of love, calling us back home</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inspired by Carl Sagan's Cosmos. He was the Director of the Laboratory studies and David Duncan Professor of Astrology and Space Sciences at Cornell University . He was the recipient of the Joseph Priestly Award "for distinguished contributions to the welfare of mankind", and the Pultzer Prize for literature. He died in Dec. 1996.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #181818; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #181818; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.”</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #181818; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;">“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”</span></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/10538.Carl_Sagan" target="_blank">Goodreads on Carl Sagan</a></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wupToqz1e2g" target="_blank">YouTube, Pale Blue Dot</a></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for<a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/31/poetics-a-bookish-mood/" target="_blank"> dVerse Poets Pub - A Bookish Mood</a>, hosted by guest, Dora. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-14837342008192837912023-10-26T06:54:00.002-04:002023-12-29T17:42:14.933-05:00autumn wishes<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carve us in silhouettes of geese in flight</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Keeling in gratitude, with fruits, sweet & scarred</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hold us awed by falling leaves - plum, gold & russet</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Filling each grey hour with pines & yearning </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Brighten our nights, warm as butternut soup</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Folding time pink as origami cranes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posting for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/26/openlinknight-349/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLightNight</a>.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Join us with a poem when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your comments!</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-26886159957226840332023-10-19T12:35:00.004-04:002023-12-29T17:44:27.708-05:00we are lungs and history<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Under the maple trees, we fall</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soft as pinecones, sun-creased skin</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We worry not where we land and rust</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We embrace the autumn season</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We are kin with elm, oak, pine, spruce</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And so many more than we can count</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We worry not where we fit & thrive</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">With wildflowers at our feet</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When sky is blue, we breathe as one</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At night, we dream of stars, all bright</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We worry not about darkness</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And bow to the tides of the moon </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We grow older than elephants</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">With wrinkles, warts & wounds</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We revel our fruits & seed pods</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Instead of poison, spikes and strifes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We are your lungs and history</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But we can also be barren land</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When forgetting about us, a voice calls</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For war, spilling oil, blood and gore</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/19/meet-the-bar-by-writing-from-a-collective-point-of-view/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Writing from a Collective Point of View</a>, Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Join us when we open the pub doors at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.</span></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-2120915530387608062023-10-17T07:47:00.002-04:002023-12-29T17:45:57.189-05:00haunted & uncrowned<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your thin hands are those of a sparrow</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">poised to slump, defeated scarecrow </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">no caws or birdsongs can reach you</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">no grunts or hoots from small creatures</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">can meander near your shadow</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">the green and lavender hues in the faraway</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">distance hurts your eyes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">wallowing you deeper in your wounds & woes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">how you allowed it to fester, red & rot </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">can the wind make you swish & sway at all?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">can the sun spark a seed of memories: lush </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">yellow green needles, pine cones and nuts?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">sorrow seeps from every pore of your skin</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">oh the agony of being uncrowned leafless tree</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">bark b</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">eetle-bested, your inside is solid carcass</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">knees keeling</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">ribs reeling</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">tell me when you are ready for the</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">axe to fall</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEQ2UhYQ0Jvtju2kPX5fUaw0ucLJ47ZLWVlji-BGMZus4cKJ9aSRKzKBvGv98U0h-8qho2R2mf-RAmo-DCAT6xjZyQoq0nDzHRDfnHg_mJkVFGq4ia9NG_tVxGvoS1dvrxIL9ZJ1WW20JlZiiDYiNEBiTJZLxiFwVuwdki2ThYDmOah7gEdpsIYrFfByN/s726/dead%20tree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="726" data-original-width="546" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEQ2UhYQ0Jvtju2kPX5fUaw0ucLJ47ZLWVlji-BGMZus4cKJ9aSRKzKBvGv98U0h-8qho2R2mf-RAmo-DCAT6xjZyQoq0nDzHRDfnHg_mJkVFGq4ia9NG_tVxGvoS1dvrxIL9ZJ1WW20JlZiiDYiNEBiTJZLxiFwVuwdki2ThYDmOah7gEdpsIYrFfByN/w359-h476/dead%20tree.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div><span face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(137, 38, 25); border: 0px; color: #f4f4f4; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Georgia O’Keefe, <em style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Dead Piñon Tree</em> (1943), 40 x 30 inches, oil on canvas, Gift of The Georgia O’Keeffe Foundation<br />2006.5.180 © Georgia O’Keefe Museum</span></div><div><span face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(137, 38, 25); border: 0px; color: #f4f4f4; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(137, 38, 25); border: 0px; color: #f4f4f4; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/17/haunted/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Haunted</a>, hosted by Melissa Lemay. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.</span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-81374501014721483952023-10-03T07:32:00.001-04:002023-12-29T17:47:58.730-05:00the show, the frontman, at their very best<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">when the showlights are blazing bright</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">its time to put on cryptic smile</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your inked arms are love letters, sight</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on your fighter's stance. this trial-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your art, your music are your knights</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to knock down the rumors with style-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your band is the greatest- that's right </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">(&) you're the best - chameleon with guile</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">waxing the theatre floor with green</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">grass, crooning to sky of shadows</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">there's a mirror of you, not clean</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">shaven, but stark naked, no prose</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to mask real fear, loss, the scene</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to question our life's highs and lows </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">there are no answers in the screen</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">we left, beating hearts, with caws from crows</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>In response to the poem, <a href="https://www.poeticous.com/siegfried-sassoon/when-i%E2%80%99m-among-a-blaze-of-lights" target="_blank">When I'm among the Blaze of Lights</a></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>by Siefried Sassoon</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/03/poetics-dead-poets-society/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Dead Poet's Society</a>, hosted by Kim M. Russell.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.</span></p><div><br /></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-57414680096127231282023-10-02T14:56:00.001-04:002023-12-29T17:50:05.160-05:00burning<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you can turn red hot, an angry wildfire</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on this autumn season</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">but the cool nights have prevailed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">casting a soft brushed-golden light </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on your skin</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on your cheeks</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">browning</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">mellowing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">slowing down</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">your pulse rate simmers to lethargic</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">wait</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you bow to nature</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhgbxxuuxtRY-WmiYBxZ29tHu37gdNHtpDRysIkirs9opIR5LVnhd-BWSN3F10rOjpXjNwa7P3zzCbz6pbBXlzqzLWLILNT9jHKu0dNfWuxjrHt-80Tnjb4tdTdgIwCwA1sAuoACdLT62S0IizGuYxGOdCrTy5fWCJaLKV3jWPhneEmw3_elfLQtfMzlc/s1066/burning%20bush.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1066" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhgbxxuuxtRY-WmiYBxZ29tHu37gdNHtpDRysIkirs9opIR5LVnhd-BWSN3F10rOjpXjNwa7P3zzCbz6pbBXlzqzLWLILNT9jHKu0dNfWuxjrHt-80Tnjb4tdTdgIwCwA1sAuoACdLT62S0IizGuYxGOdCrTy5fWCJaLKV3jWPhneEmw3_elfLQtfMzlc/s320/burning%20bush.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">autumn: burning bush</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for<a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/02/dverse-q185-brushing-the-dust-off/" target="_blank"> dVerse Poets Pub</a> - Quadrille hosted by Lisa Fox. This is a 44 word post with the selected word, brush. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visit and comments.</span></div><p></p>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-31156753836286678272023-09-21T07:05:00.006-04:002023-12-29T17:51:26.906-05:00flamenca in the plaza<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">when midnight strikes, let's meet-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">bright moon is white knight by</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">pomegranate tree </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">i'll bring my castanets,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">clicking lights, red tight skirt</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">swishing & stomping feet</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">on fishbones cobbled steps-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">you are red as wine</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">toasting the good harvest</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">with big bottles of cheers </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">the plaza is buzzing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">hands clapping fast, faster</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">we are swept along- </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">tales of love & lament</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">we are sands in lost land</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJUy4vtLZ5vpa46FDbOf-hEpOtPAcll2w8wp31mgVm9eDDHB3a7ew4C2JqfvpG91ln0VeegCxFzrferCUMLHrsHmjLdO1pNlemVqs2Yq_xVn0qrHACsigBvFG5F7R9jJOvIMv2AF4rpcFPLg6aeArsKBytNvY8VbtfnI23PKYEDmFrwA02J770eQ0vvlX/s619/pomegranate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="464" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJUy4vtLZ5vpa46FDbOf-hEpOtPAcll2w8wp31mgVm9eDDHB3a7ew4C2JqfvpG91ln0VeegCxFzrferCUMLHrsHmjLdO1pNlemVqs2Yq_xVn0qrHACsigBvFG5F7R9jJOvIMv2AF4rpcFPLg6aeArsKBytNvY8VbtfnI23PKYEDmFrwA02J770eQ0vvlX/w333-h444/pomegranate.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Pomogranate Tree, Spain</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Posted for <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/21/poetry-form-flamenca-or-seguidilla-gitana/" target="_blank">dVerse Poets Pub - Flamenca</a>, Spanish verse form. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit and comments. <span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> Form: </span></span><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The elements of the Flamenca are:</span></span></div><ol class="bbcol decimal" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">stanzaic, can be written in any number of quintains.</span></span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">syllabic, 6-6-5-6-6 syllables per line to imitate the rapid click of the heels of a dancer.</span></span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">L2 and L5 assonate. (same vowel sounds)</span></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name="song" rel="" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration-line: underline;"></a></span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></p></li></ol>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.com17