Thursday, September 9, 2021



i stress with things mundane as losing keys

please remind me to forgive myself more

when i am forgetful and on my knees

tell me to stand up & open the door

i bang my head trying to be calm, cool 

please remind me I am a groovy bee

when i stray from straight lines and rigid rules

and fall on slimy steps under the tree

tell me to hold myself gently,(&) sip tea

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Novelinee consisting of a nine-line stanza in iambic pentameter (or several) in iambic pentameter with rhyme scheme a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,d.

Tuesday, September 7, 2021



I walk towards the lapping waves, calling the night my muse  

I swallow the moonlight & taste the effervescene of the pink plumerias;

hush now, you

are rippling limbs & shadowed eyes, suttered in mystery

Yet, stilled in blue, the words quiver in my throat

What was I about to say & do, my love?  

I hesitate & let the unspoken be,  jousting with the wind.  My arms droop at my sides, falling petals, instead of casting spells & weaving stardust

The electricity of the unknown died, and I let the safe harbors of the crowd 

embraced me.  Plugged me to the drone of bright city lights.   

Looking back now, I have left my coat on rocky shores, marked with hues 

and shades of fushcia sin; 

each one a reminder of the kind of person I would have been*.  The wildness 

never called me again.

* Original line:  " I have left my signatures on rocky shores, marked with hues and shades of fushcia sin; each one a reminder of the kind of person I have been."  Of the waters and wild by Sanaa Rizvi

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Dundgeons and Derivatives, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Monday, September 6, 2021

Autumn's afternoon

sky is stirring a broth

of thunderclaps

& cumulonimbus clouds

mellowing the street lights 

with muddy shade

of autumn

ground is mulched

with dead 

annuals & grooved twigs

too deep to smooth over

with yesterday's sun-

shine songs

instead we tally

each falling


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.    This is a 44 word post with the given word, GROOVE.   Join us when the pub doors at 3pm EST.  

Thursday, September 2, 2021



a quiet settles

on parks, playgrounds &

wheat field

where do we purchase

to prolong this summer light

& savor the glorious coat of green

we count the wild sun-

flowers & goldenrods yellowing the trail

& wild teasels, with their empty

seed heads, bowing to the cool wind

we fold sorrows 

in deep pockets

as old letters fade

delicate as amber veins

on a fallen maple leaf

the hours go on, un-

shaken by mortal breath,

under the bridge, the river flows un-

tallowed by our thoughts 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Thank you for your visits and comments.

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

fractional puzzling reflection


we are light and darkness

expending energy - inhale, exhale -

dreaming of stardust, cottonweeds, gardens,

oak trees that touch the sky, but what of the

nadir of our ills, sufferings, wars;  what do we 

own and know of ourselves & others & where to start?

tinged with fatigue, i jot a (maybe) list:   

keel to the waves, kneel in silence of the ruins,  

nurture my sadness, plant my flag of surrender, as no

one has all the answers to our questions, 100% of the time:

we do not know (& that is alright) 

to ask the question

first than seeking the perfect answer, i claim amnesia

when i rise in the morning from my bed,

pondering the world:  nothing is simple as abracadabra !

For Dverse Poets Pub:  Poetics:  For the Love of Puzzles by Lillian.   This is also an Acrostic Plus.   Please check my hidden message.

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Thursday, August 12, 2021

late summer


meet me under the apple trees

bulging with greening fruits & berries bold

as afternoon sun rusts the skylight 

as the maple leaves amber gold

i breathe in - scents of late summer roses,

fading mint leaves, seedheads fluffy & white

as the maple leaves amber gold

as afternoon sun rusts the skylight

clock chimes into early autumn

i watch shadows lengthen & fold

as afternoon sun rusts the skylight 

as the maple leaves amber gold

let's ramble the road with daisies

and swap stories as birds on flight 

as the maple leaves amber gold

as afternoon sun rusts the skylight

Maple Leaves 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form:   Mirrorred Refrain.    
The poem is formed by three or more quatrains where two lines within the quatrain are the "mirrored refrain" or alternating refrain.   The rhyme scheme is as follows: xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB, etc..x represents the only lines that do not rhyme within the poem. A and B represent the refrain.

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Thursday, August 5, 2021

bones from the sunken ship


lay me down

on craggy rocks, where cedar and pine trees 

veil the blue sky

let my bones be salted

by seagulls & shrunken dried by sun & clouds 

i will float

not a lost map

nor a ghost from 18th century sunken ship

but to the vibrancy 

of turquoise waves &

woodpecker's incessant tapping 

on pine tree

Big Tub Harbour, Tobermory

Posted for dVerse Poets, OpenLinkNight, hosted by Mish.   I just came back from my vacation in Tobermory, Ontario and some of the lines are taken from my time there.  Thanks for the comments and visits.

Thursday, July 29, 2021

{what he said}


meet me here - where wild teasels grow

& common daisies preen, queen's glow

where wild flowers tarry & slow

blazing king's row, blazing king's row

you glide in, butterfly bright coat

i am bare as half moon, my throat

a bait & you took all - you stoat!

left me in moat, left me in moat

Butterfly at wild teasel

Posted for dVerse poets pub - Poetry Form, MonoTetra, which was developed by Michael Walker.  Had a fun time writing this one.  Thank you for your visits and comments.

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

the muse & i


smelling of dark violets, messy hair leans over my shoulder

hand-knotting threads, tumbling unkempt, wayward as she

whose red lips startles me, whose eyes look eerily familiar, i

wait for her to drawl or holler at me her moon-kept secrets

but she is silent, leaves me empty pages & pink crumbs of doubts 

come dawn, she nudges me, to walk outside & breathe in the rain, i

do, inhaling tendril of knotweeds, lace puff of wild carrots, seeds

of myself

Wild Carrot & Grape Leaves

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Who's Your Muse by host Ingrid of Experiements in Fiction.   My own personal muse(s) have been changing over time but I guess it is part of my journey.   Thank you for your visits.

Thursday, July 15, 2021



this room is a river

of your imagination

make it sing tall as a cathedral

make it boom as loud as firecrackers

make your fingers blue with music

be the refrain of the song

better yet, be the song

be the book's prologue 

be the story

be the poem

be the kite of children's watercolor wishes

be the candlelight

be the softball of change

be the mustard seed of charity

be the flower of forgiveness

be the garden of butterflies & fireflies

be the forest of lost & wandering things

be the dandelion among the sunflowers

be the thunderbolt of storms

be the raindrop on empty fishpond

be the curious fish

be the green in the blue lake

be the womb of dying stars

be the hands who prepares the bread

be the spice whistling in the pot

be the wine of your fruit harvest

be the black bold ink on canvas

becoming you

can be the ripple, step, fold, click, wrinkle

or it can be boundless leaps to the sea edge

of your imagination



Well I can go on forever.   If you want to add a line or two in the comments, feel free to do so.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meet the Bar with Chant Poetry hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   Thanks for your comments.