brooding over you

 

imagine

red hibiscus by the gate opens  up

minute hand,  moves 

you.... get roller coaster nightmares

(if) they dressed you in cream

red is the torrid skin

my lazy left eye draws

(of) may your summer morning be bright

(but) this city is a chameleon

the wind beneath us

gather the weekday's leftovers

blued, bloodless, brooding

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:  Finding It First, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.   The lines above are from the first lines of my first poem in each month of 2022.

Hope is a suffix with plexiglass

 

hope is free

hope is a breeze across an open field

hope is a spoonful

of trouble, laundry detergent & rain clouds

hope is tea

spilling on my hands

steeping my words with prefixes & suffixes

hope is you, 

in you

hope is the sun-

dress, flowers, shine, burst

of glass

when hope is lost

hope is a hoax

hope is not enough

hope is a golf ball

hope is a letter that never arrived

hope is (not) a thing with feathers

that sits on my table with porcelain doll

hope is a verb

hope is a muscle,

lungs, legs, arms, wings, claws, fingers

it is young woman who calls

Animal Services for help, waiting beside  

a convulsing squirrel on the side street

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- MTB, List that Google Gives Us - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  I used the tool, googlism to spark and find my poem.   

for curbside delivery

under the wave of writing
fog, i set an alarm:   to persuade
believers,
invisible enemies in
Stalin's Court of Red Tsar,
the spies in Hitler's inner circle
seeking Allah,
finding Jesus

what are 7 secrets of persuasion?
I turn to the African Samurai
for answers
he, black warrior
is silent
truth is best served, with starving mouth

My hubby's books

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Finding poems in Bookshelves (Spine Poetry), hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  I added my own lines in the available titles. 

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