Box of watches

time set in stone
carapace of lost sky
kept in box sewn
hours of day-sighing 

fortnight of songs
minutes of fibs, glitches
seconds of fear
bands around old watches

i pour sands, stars
and throw the key away-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics about Memento by Mish ~  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit ~

Squiggly by fireflies

here is home-
windows turning to clouds
warmed by steaming chicken broth

couch holding storybooks
with giant hands and feet

walls squiggly-marked with pink-
beds giggled-soft by pillows-

floors hiding burpy 
belly laughter

and ceiling lights- 
fireflies
bright as wiggling-balloons
going 
up
& away




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word GIGGLE.  Come and join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Hosted by De Jackson.

Vellichor

under vermilion sky,
you're rhapsody between 
heartbeats & raindrops

drip...drip...drip ....

longing for home
that i can't return to-
that i can't traced back-
a drizzled map, between 
book markers & side margin notes,
unfolds as i unwind clocks 

click...click...click ....

vellichor
this longing wells
for your fingers
scented of sepia ink
running along my spine 
and fragile pages

burn...burn...burn ....

Alexis Arnold, Colossal

Title*  From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, you'll find words you won't find in a traditional dictionary yet.... like "Vellichor" ("The strange wistfulness of used bookshops, which are somehow infused with the passage of time......) 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  I am pleased to be your host when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~  Thanks for the visit ~

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From end to end

over silt and stones, river runs
carrying smell of wood and pine-
silver mirror under midday sun

ducks promenade around farms 
as icy path breaks, shattered twine
over silt and stones, river runs

along familiar shores, stealthy as wind
teasing spring weather across fields
bone-silver under midday sun

every season, we cross over fallen logs 
as birds leave their nests and glide
over silt and stones, river runs

carrying songs from our past
weaving sugarcane & corn stalks to
golden mirror under midday sun

here, i start and end, with lungs
rooted with grains and seeds.  i tread
over silt and stones, the running river 
& i, mirrors facing under midday sun-

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Suburban Poem by Guest Host, Oloriel ~  Villanelle poetry form ~  I moved to the city (and country) but I have friends who have never left their small towns, preferring to retire in the same place, where we grew up.   Thanks for the visit ~

Morning duet

We walk, inhaling the cool winter morning.  The last two days teased us with spring-like warmth, curling our toes in anticipation of the first blooming of magnolias.  Nearby, dogs run excitedly towards the dog park.  We amble towards the wooden bridge, careful of the snow-crusted grass.   Over the bridge, we witness a family of ducks, busily combing the grass and shallow waters for food.  Even with bare trees and melting ice-path, nature serenades a peaceful hymn.  

grey dove hums above

tree with red thistle ends-

sun crackles - first note-

Dove from this morning's walk

Posted for Haibun Monday - The Best Things in Life are Free- Hosted by Toni Spencer (Kanzensakura).   Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.

blunting burgundy shards

She's plum reticent in burgundy room
Reading peppermint scented letters
Her thoughts far away

         Chopping orange peelings from seething sun
         Mixing fresh tumeric and cayenne pepper
         The wind is drumming with savage songs

She's steeped in garish-yarrow memories 
Knotting her black hair neatly
Her palms dried black tea

         Blending ginger roots from flaxing moon
         Serving hot chocolates with churros
         The sky is luminous with vibrant colors

She's grapejuice-dusk with exploding stardust
Penning stories, her past put to rest 
One page at a time

Nicolae Tonitza

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - MTB Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ Poems with Expressionism includes using bold colors, strong emotions and distorting time and space ~   

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the origami of five heart(beats), it is

I. 
an onion peel
lashing the eyes
brining old wounds 
at every heartless note
left behind

II.
a bay leaf
spicing the chicken dish
with (he)artful ardor
on a dreary winter night

III.
a red paper
light as dragonfly wings
with deep pockets
to keep and count
pebbles, seeds, nuts, heart-
struck kisses-

IV.
under the tree
red-breasted birds sing
their hearts clovering the field-
an open invitation

V.
words twining with eclipses
spaces with liquid memory 
punctuating against white canvas-
the heart of me

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Lillian  is hosting Poetics - Have a Heart!  Join us when the virtual poetry pub opens at 3pm EST.  Happy Hearts Day!!!!

Windows

outside the window
you are hazy bony figure
crumbling soft     .snowflakes.
as wind slants
susurration from jarring breath

ivory crowns the land-
scape to sands of blue    .crystals.

tree shadows creak    .shushhh.
ghosting my mind
of what was   .is.
blazing inferno     
inside this wi(n)dow

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word GHOST.   Hosted by Kim Russell.   Thanks for the visit ~

Petrichor (doublespeak)

I want sunsets
   (irish whiskey)

Stardust
   (margarita) 

Kisses deep

   (red sangria)

Scribble me, love
   (storms)
Scent of yesterday’s rain 
   (stirred chaser) 
between bedsheets
    (tipsy drunk)
lavender & roses
   (tangled kamikaze)

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight -  A late entry for De's prompt on muse mixology ~Thanks for the visit ~

Mirror reflection

Cut away the frame from the poster.  Remove eye make up and tomato-red lipstick.  A woman with black hair and pale skin is staring back.   It dawns on me that I am neither bound by my father's past nor my mother's fears.  Today, I draw a road map in 4 seasons. Circles with red maple blooms and orange sky on winter palette. Here, I inhale lake's blue tides in spring. The summer night ripples with trickling rain in this corner.  Off-tangent is autumn, kicking off gold-orange leaves to a bonfire. The collage is wet on my fingertips.   Soil.           

crescent moon is a fox

behind grey clouds- i paint

stardust and wild dreams

Last year in Capri by Martial Raysse

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   
Thanks for the visit ~

a Welcome Note

I burn sage till my fingers numb
      I walk firm on my path
Though the sun is a distant drum
      And hate is on warpath

Make this heart of mine, a river
      Ever flowing, grandly
Make these palms garden, cloud, slither
      tilling this earth kindly

We are fashion from the same cloth
      Let's share tales, bowls of soup
Knitting common threads, cutting swaths
      of hues, all in a hoop

Welcome by Ally Saunders

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Common meter by guest host, Frank Hubeny ~
Not sure if this meets the common meter standard as I am not so good at iambs and meter ~  Join the fun anyway when the bar opens at 3pm EST.