Thursday, September 23, 2021


harvest moon, cast your magic spell-

moonshine above the trees, we'll dwell

on your milky dreams, do not tell

us poets that we cannot write

myths, songs & sonnets of black knights,

sad ballads of yesterdays, sprites

enamored with lost love, don't quell  

our secrets, so we may tear

down books & canvas with no fear-

torch monuments with our spears-

only pen letters that moves, swells

our ribs to waves of darkest sea

our heart with songs by the bees

our feet to stardust, far & free 

we hold you - a pearl, breathing shell

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:   Poetry Form is Zéjel is a Spanish form with Arabic influence.  The pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Info about the form:

Here are the basic rules for zejel:

First stanza is a tercet (3-line stanza) with an AAA rhyme scheme

All other stanzas are quatrains (4-line stanzas) with a XXXA rhyme scheme, so the second stanza would be BBBA, third CCCA, fourth DDDA, and so on to the end of the poem

Lines are usually 8 syllables long

Monday, September 20, 2021

Wings over the sky


i blued over your heavenly feathers

with all the tender songs 

now as autumn wind 


sunflowers brown

green leaves to ochre 

roses to crushed velvet black

and sky calls you

with aubergine & red-orange sunsets

i will linger

by the door, gathering seeds

Dried Hydrangea @ Grace

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #136, Let's Linger, hosted by Linda Lyberg.   This is a 44 word post with the selected word, Linger.   Join us with your quadrille poem.

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.