"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers
my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers
pine and fir trees weave their green lushness
lifting my spirits from gloom donning black feathers
sundial casts a long graceful shadow
while crescent moon rises with single feather
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word count, with the given word, LIFT. Thank you for your comments and visits.
you open my eyes to beauty of wings
the sky is a wonder of light and wings
draw over my sadness with whiteness of snow,
my fears with fluttering of bold black wings
how the rain pours over wild forest-
spring will arrive, blazing, bagful of wings
paint the long summer days with bright orange
& yellow, symmetrical, silky wings
when autumn arrives, give me grace to fall
chest thrumming to wind's spell, breaking my wings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Art in Nature, Hosted by Melissa Lemay. Thank you for your visits and comments.
the loudest
[bang-pop-bang]
that impacts me the most
it's the nicks,
slights, careless tossed words- jabbing
a growing crescendo
that knees me to fetal position
on the flip side-
it's not loudest cheers of devotion
but thoughtful & everyday gestures
that tugs my heartstrings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #214, Going Out with a Bang, hosted by Punam. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, bang.
Thank you for your comments and visits.
pine
cones grow
lush as leaves
thick of winter
snow, fresh as spring rain
musky as wild berries
unadorned, a stark beauty-
night sky is translucent silver
mirroring spell of purple darkness-
above the balsam fir and white spruce trees
i catch
the stars
Posted for the dVerse Poets Pub - An Etheree Tree, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visits and comments.
The leaves are speckled yellow gold
Scattering dust on field, so cold
Where is the summer sun's chatter
As sky turns grey and lake iced blue
Birds and bees have flown away, true
Late autumn serves harvest platter
Filled with melancholy. Night clings
Of ripeness. Awaiting sweet sting
Of last breaths. How you live matters
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Nove Otto. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
i wake you up each morning
at 6:am with a weather report
i remind you of your appointments
and your daily medicine
i curate for you
your beloved songs from yesteryears
but if you lost
your eyeglasses or misplaced
your keys & earrings
i cannot help you
and more so, when you ask me
the names of your children
and grandchildren
i am (blank)
and you take my silence
as company, as an agreement
that your life is a capsule foam
moving so fast
the moon outside the window is artificial
so is the whole surreal garden
your fingers touch the screen
to (un)scramble the words
recall the longing
recall the sunset over the river
recall the smell of musk & spices
recall everything with broken lens
unprompted, unscripted
i watch you
wrestle, cut and shape
the (blankness) to art of your emotions
you ask me
what do you think?
i reply, sorry but i do not know that
{you are the masterpiece
no AI poem or artist generator can capture (yet)}
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Diving into the genre of Sci-Fi poetry hosted by Sanaa Rizvi. We live with our 2 AI assistants, Alexa. She is great with reminders. What about you?
what
is first born calling
add ever, it becomes an all weather response
with opening hands & long drawn sigh, a pregnant pause
but why
is the subversive sibling
making the sound a crunched fireball
ready to be curved-fisted & batty-hurled at great speed
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. Thanks for your visits and comments.
Visit often
Unannounced or planned
Tap on our doors and windows
With your spring step & top hat
Remind us of blue sky
When the day is fiddled-grey & fog-spun
Or calm walk by the lake shore
when ticking clock is mad spin-wheel
Gather our pettiness
Along with the fallen yellow leaves
We will find you, a glass stone
To treasure along with our bowl of half-
missing & lost things
Brush us tingling as warm towel
On a cold day, lifting us with
silver wings & cries of gladness
Unmeasured, we glide
above stiff-brown trees, singing
Posted for dVerse Poets: Poetics - Choose Joy, hosted by Merril D.Smith.
Thanks for your visits and comments.
Autumn, what is my name
Autumn, what is my name
I am scatterseed, fruit of October
I am scatterseed, fruit of October
I am of Autumn's fruit, scatterseed
October, what is my name
Moon-scarred, I coax sunflower spells
Moon-scarred, I coax sunflower spells
Cleave me to light
Cleave me to light
Spells cleave me to sunflower
I coax light, moon-scarred
Darkness is a cocoon wrapping the night
Darkness is a cocoon wrapping the night
Making me soft as milkwitch
Making me soft as milkwitch
The night is making me soft as milkwitch
Wrapping darkness, a cocoon
Autumn spells I coax - scatterseed, moon-
scarred sunflower in October
What light cleave me, I am
Of soft fruit of darkness, I am
Making a cocoon, wrapping the night
Milkwitch is my name
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- We are writing Paradelle, a poetry form. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm. Thanks for your visits and comments.
when all flowers have withered
black-smothered by north wind
when all leaves have fluttered
brown-speckled to cold soil
promise me
you will still sing with gusto
& dance with light-feet beats
keep your edges
but remain gentle as rain
& nourish moon-seeds of spring
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Lillian. This is a 44 word post with the selected word: Promise. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
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