Riverwood

Which way do I turn, if not, to you
Woodsy path is wild - wheat, grass, moss
Berries abound, colorful as birds
As summer mornings cool as iced tea
Under pines & sugar maple trees
River-bound, the air is pristine
Rebirthing within me, slate so green

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Septet (7 lines) poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   

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Praying seven (x 7)

i didn't think of myself
-not in the beginning-
until he commended me -
chaste daughter, kind tempered, patient
virtues that he valued
as silky pearls, layer upon layer
-seven times seven-
shimmering under summer sky

the affirmation is I am
-an ending-
by what I have sacrificed 
laboriously, under repeated threshing
 -seven times seven-
my vanity, anger, greed, envy, sins
my life for his
until my caring hands wrinkled
husking the grains
and my voice became hoarse

following his
reciting the prayers
for the dying





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - 7 times 7, hosted by Amaya.  We are to write about seven virtues and seven deadly sins.  Please note that this poem is not about myself; just my reflections about gaining virtues.  

(a)new

grow me pleats 
of feather and wings
and an itch to fly
beyond blue lake

stitch me 
under swathes of monotones
a twitch
to gather colors 
beyond my borders

edge this pen of mine
with hollowness
with lack
needling me endlessly
until I'm (un)done



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Celebrating our 7th dVerse Anniversary!   This is Quadrille #60, 44 word post with the word "itch".   Join us as we open our pub doors after a short break!  See you at 3pm EST.