"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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
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.
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
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.
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
be
Peony@EveryAmazing
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.
her face is a red
bee(t)
her eyes are sky-
lights
holding summer
with her hands -
reds, violets, pinks & yellow sun-
flowers
common & breezy, plucked
from the garden
not peonies-caped in neat rows
not blue ivy tended by gloved gardeners
nor rose-potted in wooden plant boxes
but from open field
along walking & biking trails
\\where seeds, grape leaves & herbs spring
escaping from botanical gardens//
i
bade her a {goodmorning} smile
&
drink in
her calmness
her happy strides
her weighlessness of cares
& walk towards
where she came from
there's plenty still
to gather the wheatgrass & knot
wildflowers draping the field
with worts, weeds & bugs
perfusing perfume:
sunshine from birdsongs
& musk perfectly mulched from wasps
a harvest by creekside, until the sun
sweats
gold on
my arms
Posted for the dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Garden(ing) with Claudia Schoenfeld as our special host in celebration of the 10th year anniversary of dVerse! Come join us for a gardening treat at 3pm EST.
