Thursday, November 18, 2021

sound of the wind


white kettle hisses

as fading yellow leaves fall-

owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-

wind whistles long refrain-

rose bush slumps, hushing chickadees-







Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form.  The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.

Additional challenge is to incorporate onomatopoeia (sounds) in the wayra poem.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

a moonscape

 

i peer at the moon 

above the maple trees, glowing  

with light, waxing with near fullness

[i want to be her]


in the room, i continue my search 

for that missing 

family photo frame decades old,

misplaced red & festive jars

as if my tired hands are Christmas

lights, coaxing the warmth out 

of the cold winter night


my energies spent 

blank_blank_blank

e-shopping carts empty

blank_blank_blank 

i sit

on the chair, 

turning to my comforts:

reading & writing

immersed in the fictional world


a phrase lingers

a word flares up

a poetic line shimmers with familiarity 

and behold,

my fingers are pressing the keys

& trying to capture the

tide's ebb and flow


[i spawn the ocean-

i paint moon flowers pure as snow-

i seed the red soil

with chameleon dust & sunflowers]-

there is a shock of silver, a falling 

star

& the certainty:

inside me, a universe

moving in rhythm

& ever 

abundant




Note:  I woke up early early morning to see a flash of a falling light outside the window, which I like to believe is a falling star.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:  Poetics:  Epiphany in the Time of Holiday with guest host - Dora.   The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.  

Thanks for your visits and comments.




Thursday, November 4, 2021

what the gods saw

 

he was sugar-coated

in gold

to behold him

a god

when the sun strikes his

muscled chest and legs


he posed

still as a sky cloud

caught between currents

as painters around him

buzz as bees circling, hungry for

honey


even though he is a skilled actor

poised as delicious cake puff

he could not veil


his eyes


she saw what no else saw

her fingers became his mirror

her brush became his 

raw 

poetry

in her canvas, he was a

bird in a cage

colorful feathers flickered out

& weighed 

down by black ink, her 

oils dripped


dripping

until it resembles

the swelling tear 

clouds


his eyes




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.

Thanks for your visits and comments.


Tuesday, November 2, 2021

a grandma's recipe


into the glass jar,

i assemble the shredded

red cabbage and pour

the brine


of spices & apple

cider vinegar

with sliced carrots & garlic

& finally

with summer's last bulb

of sunshine


i close the lid

on pickled condiment jar

until one cold autumn night-

we open and inhale its zesty

earthly flavor


on our plates of crumbling taco shells

& home-made soup of creamy 

butternut squash-

i taste home




Posted for dVerse Poetics - Concrete or Abstract, hosted by Ingrid.  The writing challenge:   I want you to write a poem using only concrete nouns, subject matter and imagery. For the purposes of this exercise, the following words are banned: soul, love, lust, dreams, sorrow, suffering, heartache, wonder, etc. 

Thanks for your comments and visits.

Monday, November 1, 2021

Waning crescent moon, Nov. 1

 

garden bed sighs

of dead petals & fallen leaves


we let the echoes of

departing birds 


pingpong our words

as daylight careens into shadows


and veil our tawdry  

sunflower-lit crown


let's scarf down 

into the autumnal darkness


& slow dance under

second-hand star lights 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, careen.  Thanks for the visit.  

Thursday, October 28, 2021

mirror reflections

in the mirror,

your face 

is staring back at me

a line across your forehead

furrowed as mine

your eyes hardset as gravel

your thin mouth snarling,

a loaded gun


i fear the words tipping

out of my own lips

a thunderbolt

of energy, sharp gust of adrenalin

uncontained

i tie my curly hair back

as if to rein in myself

amidst the rising

fear and frustration


but when i put my hand

over my heart,

i

know

it beats 

differently-

soft as raindrops




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OLN, hosted by Linda Lyberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

the puppeteer

 

covers the small stage set

with canvas, his aged hands

folding away wires, strings,

brushes & paints on shelves


clanks


in meticulous beats as his

pocketwatch, precise

as his master list of lists-

autumn night settles in 

with ghostly musty air


his robe is 

immaculate in its whiteness

as he pats the summer's gold coins 

in his pockets,

he closes the room

muttering words only the wind


hears, 


the shop

floorboards heave, a big exhale,

a little movement, here

& there, a twitch & spasm


finally

the puppets are stirring awake

each wrinkled pumpkin face

with zombie eyes

is a flicker of energy

as they search 


scramble


for their chords & clicks

for their sinews & sticks

(where are our memory cards?)

shaking, jerking, falling tragically 

as the moon


watches



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Halloweeny Humans hosted by Lisa Fox. 

A commentary on the way social media giants manipulates and spins our lives with algorithms, sending us deep into webs of addictions and superficial lives.  

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Thursday, October 21, 2021

view of the lighthouse, she

 

wakes up early in the morning

light feet, folding neat her mourning

clothes, sunlight


flickers through the window, swelling

with strange joy of queen bee's dwelling-

the skylight


strokes her skin with sepia gunny

paints her dark-rimmed eyes with honey-

no floodlights


can dim her firm hands to move past

her grief & hold laughter to last-

the firelight


grows despite each stormy night, sure

as stern clock, she waits by the moor

with starlights


~~~~~

From the dVerse Poets Pub

moonlighting


i pull the curtains aside to 

witness the glorious light, you brew

the moondust


over the bubbling sky, darkness

is poised, letting us string stillness

in moonbeams 


under yellow maple trees, we

write poems, sip our tea and plea

with moonsongs 


let the grey clouds wander & slip

let the lake waters rise & dip

the moonstones


shine our faces bright, stark blue

touch our feet with stars, we flew 

with mooneyes



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form:  Compound Word Verse.  This is a 15 line poem with the verse (aab rhyming scheme and 8-8-3 meter).  See the example here.  Thanks for the visit and comments.

Monday, October 18, 2021

scattered

we are stonewashed 

          by                river 

we are blistered grey

                       by              wind


yet you warm 

gaping hole           inside         our chests

           with tenacity of sunflower


bowed black

    seeds    all      stewed                 out

but standing tall,           unyielding


rid   our eyes

of                  ash

stir our words:       worthier           gladder 

<bravehearts>



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Sarah Connor.  This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, ASH.   Thanks for the visit and comments.


Thursday, October 7, 2021

Autumn

 

i.

the day the leaves

turn sulpher red, tangy

tangerine, gingerbread mums-

the day i fall, into you 


ii.

inhale deeply  

crunch, crinkle, wrinkle

before the northern wind passes

& still the fallen leaves 


iii.

exhale the city smoke

& dirt from whirling machines

i wrap myself with russet blankets

and read your letters, ambered in time


iv.

birds fly as sunlight wanes

on maple trees gleaming with autumn

hues, bright as orange pumpkins 

adorning our doors, with toothless grins 


v.

another season to mark 

from summer to autumn:   i

embrace the changes

(in) me, (in) you





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg - Cadralor, a new poetry form.   Join us at 3pm EST for more information and check out other cadralor poems.   Thanks for your comments & visits.