"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
pine
cones grow
lush as leaves
thick of winter
snow, fresh as spring rain
musky as wild berries
unadorned, a stark beauty-
night sky is translucent silver
mirroring spell of purple darkness-
above the balsam fir and white spruce trees
i catch
the stars
Posted for the dVerse Poets Pub - An Etheree Tree, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visits and comments.
paint me a sky of apple green & red
as flocks of geese fly off as summer kites
the air is cooler with sun's fading light
autumn arrives, muted colors & dreads -
the harvest of pumpkins & plums is spread
on table with berrries & gourds weaved tight
on my canvas of hemp & cotton white
paint me a sky of apple green and red
i watch the rain hammer the browning beds
as maple leaves start to yellow in sight
dead flower heads begin to roll, a blight
autumn arrives, muted colors & dreads -
painting a sky of apple green & red
moody as trees, lush as pears with first bite-
autumn arrives, muted colors & dreads
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetry Form: Villonnet. A Villonnet is a hybrid of the Villanelle and the Sonnet. It has the Iambic Pentameter of both, but holds the four-stanza/line structure of the sonnet, while utilizing the two-line rhyme nature of the villanelle. The final stanza replaces the sonnet couplet with a typical villanelle tercet. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
the lake is fog mist
etching the trees in
olive and russet-
wild flowers embrace
dappled morning light
their faces - perfect
a flock of ducks fly
skimming the water-
birdsongs trill the air
soulful strings, sky hymns-
lily pods & weeds
float, serene muses
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - A Tableau for Sam Hamill, Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your comments and visits.
you are the gentle rain
on burning summer sky
slow patter on my eyes
lingering kiss that remains
you are the gentle rain
sketching greens as birds fly
scatter-skitter noise, your sighs
are calming clouds & quiet plains
you are the gentle rain
humming blues with bow tie
my hands are stirring chai
winding down, hushed vane
you are the gentle rain
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form, Ballata (Italian verse). The rhymed, rhyme scheme is AbbaA bbaA bbaA . Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
lilacs bloom during my birthday week
along the pathways, they are all white
and pink with fragrance a streak
of jasmine and rose-almonds, spring
air is cool while sunny sky is meek
i walk on clouds, i write about love
i gather dainty blossoms that reek
of rain, promises and silky nights-
lilacs on the vase, clustered & chic
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form, Magic 9. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit and comments.
Do not wait for me
I have found my map
Though my pockets are lined with sadness
I carry your gift, a wild flower yellow pin
I have found my map
And travelled to another country
Carrying your gift, a wild flower yellow pin
Reminding me to smell the flowers along the way
While travelling to another country
Your letters keep me company, soft as light
Reminding me to smell the flowers along the way
Will our paths cross again? Maybe, I'm hopeful
Your letters keep me company, soft as light
Though my pockets are lined with sadness
Will our paths cross again? Maybe, you said.
Please, do not wait for me.
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.
i pare a pear
ripe
ate it:
pit, ear, air
i tie a teepee
apart tarp
tar it:
tri-peat pitter patter trap
i err
(reaper)
art ate tea, tree, rare pieta
reel it:
R.I.P.
Posted for dVerse Poets - Anagrammatic Poetry, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. I have used the letters in my title as words in my poem. Thanks for your visits and comments.
when midnight strikes, let's meet-
bright moon is white knight by
pomegranate tree
i'll bring my castanets,
clicking lights, red tight skirt
swishing & stomping feet
on fishbones cobbled steps-
you are red as wine
toasting the good harvest
with big bottles of cheers
the plaza is buzzing
hands clapping fast, faster
we are swept along-
tales of love & lament
we are sands in lost land
We chatter to sangrias and songs
In Vintage tees, we cheer to yesterdays
Look up, there's a full moon beckoning-
A blue moon, silk & serene, round-eyed
Silver light, its wholeness lifting us
To gaze beyond trees, city lights, cars
Blue moon, give us the longing for stars
Map our hands with sage & bay leaves
We are soft as ocean, flowing into you
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight.
Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm. Thanks for your visits and comments.
your silence hovers, builds a wall
raindrops fall
that i could not see the blue sea
you lost me
in maze of doors, words so careless
(or) i lost you, us- sky's starless
my half-moon eyes betray reckless
fears & anxious longing for you
my shadows overwhelm me (sighs)
raindrops fall, you lost me, (or) i lost you, us -sky's starless
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB: Spanish Rain in the Ovillejo - hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Join us for this challenging poetry form.
this kiss, yours - is an unbridled sonnet
tart as wild juniper berries in gin
brimming with seduction & sloppy grin
unpredictable as crashing rocket
who would have guessed, we like chaos & black
not sweet strawberries, but peppery to
roll our tongues in shock, like a strong brew-
we adore brightness & shadows, a stack
of poems. if we cared what they say we are-
not compatible, crazy kids with wheels-
we would not be here, love drunk, twined in teal
in a heartbeat, your eyes are silver stars
you gift me a lush garden of verses:
unrhymed poetry, dance beats, blue metric,
guitar riffs, rocking my world electric-
there's no time to dally in rehearsals
your lyrics unravel me, spilling ink
moon tides, my lungs on fire, i flower pink
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- MTB with John Donne and his Heroic Sonnet hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.
I reworked some of the lines I wrote here and made this a longer poem, following the sonnet model as requested by Bjorn. Thanks for your comments.
above the weeping willow tree, the blue sky
shimmers with shrills from black ravens, heralding
the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
emerging with dazzling sunset of pinks and reds
my window frames a day of popping colors-
above the weeping willow tree, the blue sky
trills along with robins in building their nests
while magnolia trees perfume the air with vengence -
it's the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
sun-painted as dandelions or star-dusted as sakura
i swoon as if i have never seen flowers in my life
under the weeping willow tree. the blue sky
transforms my words into daisy-chain verses
turning all my empty boxes into seedling pods
it's the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
the morning light evokes a joyful sigh
as trees regain their leaves & tulips begin to bud -
above the weeping willow trees, the sky blues -
it's season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Join us with your 1 poem when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
Our city is bursting with cherry blossoms trees, magnolia trees and catkins from the weeping willow trees. Outside my "office", the birds are building their nests (under the balcony), and the ravens have returned. I love the spring season.
I.
here is an assortment of shells
pink, white, coral, and bones
it holds
sunlit days, rippled tides of spells:
shark's eye, cones, conch, small stones -
king's gold
on a clear fish bowl filled with sands -
amber smooth as chai tea
i sigh
for beaches & summer's long hands
when the sky is so blue
i fly
II.
we watch snowflakes spill - glass flowers
on barren fields & woods
calling
we gather light from short hours -
wicks, lamps & yellowed goods
falling
finally the moon is ours-
darkness is a cocoon
wrapping
midnight sky with mulberry stars-
silvering trees, we swoon
clapping
The above is the example in the dVerse Poets Pub post.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Memento. Join us when the pub doors open to discuss the poetry form, Memento. There is also an option to write a free style poetry with a theme about memento, using symbolism as a poetic device.
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our mind and spark ill thoughts to stain the night
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
shaped from the turmoils of black wind's gust
scattering seeds to birth trees & wings to flight
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our heart to stone, busy with erecting a gold bust
believing in our immortal blight
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
sundered or whole, we will return to dust
our buildings & crowns will be lost bight
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our will to froth instead of passion & lust
our warmth to ice, becoming a ghost of sprite
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
even if we have lost sight of sun's cradled fire
inside us is an imperishable light
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
us, have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
Posted for OpenLinkNight329 - dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg. Happy New Year!!!!!
creeps in, a foggy morning
a blur of maple & birch
leaves are falling into heap
weaving colorful & soft bed
do you recall the burning
fires of dawn, or the time we
went bazaar shopping for cheap
clothes, munching on sugar bread
but your face is blank, warning
me that your memories are
sliding into deeper sleep-
this is something we long dread-
in overcoming mourning
you forget - life is now - leap!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. The poetry form is a bref double form, with 3 quatrains and a couplet. I have used the rhyme scheme of a-x-b-c for the quatrian and a-b for the couplet. See you at 3pm EST when the pub doors open for more poetry.
I lean into the summer light
With a whiff of yesterday's song
Heat was sweltering, our palms sweaty
Figuring out where's the exit, under all the confetti
Confetti strips on my lashes,
Lashes wet from rain, weight of blues
Blues polished under the silver moon
Moon is grand but a stoic muse
I gave him nothing to reel & relish
All our memories crashed in the hard drive - perished
All my poems tossed in the black sand
We figured out that peace comes with heavy strands
Strands of shadows & rough greys
Greys in rainbows after the quick storms
Storm of hail lulls, with the burst of afternoon sun
Sunroom, where it all started like a dream
We now wander in circles, ever widening
Our calendars out of sync, tides are running
In a knot of missed hitches, time is a loop
You and I mirror, yesterday in a swoop
Note: This is a variation of Loop Poetry. The other ones are:
I. Summertime in Ontario
Yesterday’s cold dusted in a blink
Blink, and the minute turns
Turns to long hour, my eyes
Eyes the clock, sun burns
Morning air is humid, crackles
Crackles turn to birdsongs
Birdsongs break the crisp hum, hush
Hush! where’s the rain, so far along
Evening paints a peach cooler time
Time is patient as sugar maple trees
Trees so vibrant green, summer is a toast
Toast to begonias, blue sky, buzzing bees!
II. Weekdays in a blur
Monday {yawns} opens the door to Tuesday
Tuesday rushes in, fluffs the pillows for Wednesday
Wednesday offers ice wine & hot gossip to Thursday
Thursday laps it all up, in cruise control, awaiting Friday
Friday is in a pink party mood, dancing until early Saturday
Saturday is in no hurry, lounging in pajamas until Sunday
Sunday is <lost>in book & clouds, forgetting time & Monday
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Loop Poetry. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST and try your hand in loop poetry. There are 3 variations of loop poetry and I have shown all 3 here. Thanks for your visits and comments.
Variations:
1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.
2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.
3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas. It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.
gather the weekday's leftovers
(dish with clovers)
here's the pan
we have no plan
to tarry this rib of cured meat
turn up the heat
with seasoned salt
veggies will waltz
with red onions, shrimps & noodles
we'll make doodles
here, there; let's eat
leisurely beat
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - The Minute Poem. Join us for some fun when the pub doors open at 3pm. The poetry form is the Minute Poem which is a 12 line poem (3 of 4 quatrains with 8-4-4-4 rhyming syllables per stanza).
With my thick mittens & woollen socks,
I settle to read your letters, warm
as redbush tea, toasted sweet corn bread
You bring spark, skylight, sugar bush smells
Gloomy rain clouds blur in festive hues
I become playful child, curious as snail
and I thank you, this morning* (again)
*Inspired by poem by David Whyte in Blessings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry form of Kwansaba & Blessings
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!! See you on January 3, 2022.
wakes up early in the morning
light feet, folding neat her mourning
clothes, sunlight
flickers through the window, swelling
with strange joy of queen bee's dwelling-
the skylight
strokes her skin with sepia gunny
paints her dark-rimmed eyes with honey-
no floodlights
can dim her firm hands to move past
her grief & hold laughter to last-
the firelight
grows despite each stormy night, sure
as stern clock, she waits by the moor
with starlights
~~~~~
From the dVerse Poets Pub
moonlighting
i pull the curtains aside to
witness the glorious light, you brew
the moondust
over the bubbling sky, darkness
is poised, letting us string stillness
in moonbeams
under yellow maple trees, we
write poems, sip our tea and plea
with moonsongs
let the grey clouds wander & slip
let the lake waters rise & dip
the moonstones
shine our faces bright, stark blue
touch our feet with stars, we flew
with mooneyes
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form: Compound Word Verse. This is a 15 line poem with the verse (aab rhyming scheme and 8-8-3 meter). See the example here. Thanks for the visit and comments.
