yesterday's blossoms

 

Under almond tree, I remembered you

murmuring blues, your face a poem

I traced with walnut ink & red feather

Wrinkled leather were your cheeks, soft rain

Softer still were your fingertips, milk-warm

that stirred a storm, clanging all my shores

Unmooring my usual road, I read fear

Instead of dear, purring adventure

I gathered all my luck, lures, tunes & rides

And ran- from the moon-tides, me & you

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Toddaid, hosted by Merril Smith.  Join us at 3pm EST to find out more about this poetry form.  

when nerves are fire

when i arrived

sky was dove grey

as your face, cloud-pinched 

by pain

i wash your hands 

fragile as crepe paper

soothing gentle words 

believing

i give you relief 

but torment is intense

your nerves are fire

you say, 

being old is not fun

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the given word, PINCH.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

the clarion call from the mountains

i see you, bighorn sheep

on the steep mountain ledge and crevice 

your hooves fitting & climbing

through rocky terrain, stealthy as poet's muse

[what is so grand about you?]

you carry your large horns, smouldering spirals

as stately crown as your rich summer brown coat

your watchful gaze is steady

on the wide field of grass & clover & sage

oak and fir trees dot along the unpaved roads

where predators prowl waiting

for your missteps & fall

[can you remind me what is so special about you?]

you are patient as the slow moving clouds

watching the blue sky expanding, unfenced & unguarded

as your wild heart, beating to the call of northern winds

there is a sacred 

pact between you 

and the mountain gods

[i respect it and wait for the clarion call]

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Creatures of the Blank Space, hosted by Dora.  Years ago, we visited the Banff Mountains in Alberta, Canada, where we saw the Bighorn Sheep by the mountain sides.   They are spectacular creatures with massive horns.

i found (an escapade)

the lagoon

soft sands & shimmering 

i lost track of time

forgetting how quickly this 

turned to high tides, rocky-rolling

i swallowed salt & seaweeds

are my eyes jelly-red?

where's the boat?  

the slumbering sea is now awake

hungry-pressed

for the moon's opaque eyes

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Melissa Lemay.   This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, lagoon.   Please join us with your poem when the virutal pub doors open at 3pm EST.

let there always be light

 

when the moon hides

ribbons the clouds to purple

gathers the bones of trees

& stardust

and shapes our eyes

into a waning crescent 

remember the tides 

that brought us to the shores

[the first light, warmest of light]

igniting our blood to fire

to be born

again [and again] 

"Let there always be light, (Searching for Dark Matter)", title poem by Rebecca Elson.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

notes for january

 I.

It is not the best weather

Grey skies and winter chill

Dulls my red fancy feathers

Still I go tap dancing, a thrill

II.

Her singing is not too bad

A little off key, she got the keys

Melodic refrains, we are so glad

The choir is humming as bees 

III.

It is not the best list process

A seed turns war between want and need

Escalates to what I want to frame

versus what I want to unframe

What I want to remember

versus what I want to forget

On the left side, a grocery list

and a travel wishlist

On the right side, a what-not-to-do list

and a where-not-to-go list

I find myself in a pickle 

So, I tie myself to the moon

And rocket launch the first one: 

journaling of my day & dreams  

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Litotes of Yesterday, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   I have selected to use litotes in the everyday. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.