word play

what 

is first born calling

add ever, it becomes an all weather response

with opening hands & long drawn sigh, a pregnant pause

but why

is the subversive sibling

making the sound a crunched fireball

ready to be curved-fisted & batty-hurled at great speed

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   Thanks for your visits and comments.

dear joy

 

Visit often

Unannounced or planned

Tap on our doors and windows

With your spring step & top       hat

Remind us of blue sky

When the day is fiddled-grey & fog-spun

Or calm walk     by the lake      shore

when ticking clock is mad         spin-wheel

Gather our pettiness

Along with the fallen yellow      leaves

We will find you,        a glass stone

To treasure along with our bowl of     half-

missing & lost things

Brush us tingling as   warm    towel

On a cold day, lifting      us with

silver wings              & cries of          gladness

Unmeasured, we          glide

above stiff-brown trees,           singing

Posted for dVerse Poets:  Poetics - Choose Joy, hosted by Merril D.Smith.

Thanks for your visits and comments.