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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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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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.