Witch's Broom

 

Whipstitched nebula of filaments

Wandering clouds of dust, ember & gas

We wish

Watchfulness of ravens

Wistful beacon of light from dolphin's eyes

Wellspring of ancient forest billowing in our chests

Weightlessness of wars, words & wounds

NGC 6960 (Witch's Broom Nebula)

Picture credit:  Here

Posted for dVerse OpenLink Night (Live Edition), hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.    Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Sanaa will be hosting live for the first  hour via google meet.

Poetry form is Pleiades.  A late entry for the our Poetics Promp, Stars that Count.

clarity {goodbye}

 

he has the ocean in his eyes

speckled emerald & sky

watching {her}

spring steps

she holds the forest 

breath

breathing

heartbeats of baby roots, creeks, rocks

& redwood colliding 

to gentle swish-sway of everglades

tilting to where sun

unribs fallen yellow and red maple leaves

in the stillness 

-calibration of wishbones, chances & crossroads-

the answer 

settles on his grey hair, soft bubble of rain-

                                                              drop

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics:   Look Into My Eyes, hosted by Mish.   I have responded to the prompt of incorporating the eyes, to my post.

Thanks for the visits and comments.

an impatien(t) rearrangement, i move potted plants

 

from cold draft

to cradled lamp light 

   i (too) am impatient 

for passing of northern wind

shreding black-tarred maple 

leaves to leather-rust 

earth

plots seedpod, rebulbs tubers

(sleep)

womb of possibilities-

   green fingerlings, pink-sunlit crowns,

   petals bee-trimmed in mediterranean 

   hues-

unperturbed by winter's breath

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Poem Those Possibles, hosted by De Jackson.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

a witness

 

lockdown  (pause)

the everyday normal

our house, room, walls

is the office & theatre & sports bar

& gym & school & library (& everything else)-

wired & plugged & zoomed

virtual doctor appointments & weddings 

& funerals (& everything else)-

we follow rules under pandemic times

wearing mask was initially a strange abnormality

like fishy, false news, but graph data of rising cases

don't lie

as in votes count in election results

don't lie

i delete

(covididiots marching last weekend) & read

with hope vaccine development news

How to Pronounce Knife

won our 2020 Giller Prize for short stories

i practice on my readings,

rounding my voice to bellowing bells

applause, applause (pause)-

my mind reels back to short dayhours

as yellowing of maple leaves mark

the season change

we (pause)

winter for few days of sun-

shine, spring of birdsongs, magic of colors

blanketing our city up north

20 C in Mississauga City, Nov. 10, 2020

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Poetry as Witness, hosted by Peter Frankis.

We are enjoying a (rare) warm autumn week.   Thanks for the visit and comments.

a home edit: blue carrots

Monday is wine

abundunt with spice & plum

i spill on my

tuxedo

pressed for the week

i twirl my glass

for a closer peek on bowl

is it ebony silver, spotted spots of cat

or

is it golden locks of sunflower spires

on cusp

breaking underfoot from oak barrels

i drink to blues, blue 

i (breathing)

hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves

blue season of poppies & snowflakes

i reach (again)

for my morning medicine 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:  Synesthesia.  We are focusing on colors (grapheme color synesthesia).   The post is about seasonal affective disorder (SAD), which is a type of depression that is related to the changes in seasons.   As a note, I have overcome this and have focused on keeping busy and engaged with poetry.

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November sky is

 

a coarse wrapping paper 

i uncover

with my ink-smudged hands

i expect nothing but bleakness,

faded maple leaves, deadheaded flowers

in this red poppy box

night descends by 5 pm

darkness becomes a womb, 

a church, smell of incense for prayers for the dead-

(less 1 hour, 30 candles)

yet on first day, flicker of frost

whitest of fluff rains down

this is nature's quartet:   winter 

an aperture

where the soul song of maple trees

trills with cries of the geese & gulls-

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - November Poetics, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  We had our first frost in November 1st.   Thanks for your visits and comments.