"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
The leaves are speckled yellow gold
Scattering dust on field, so cold
Where is the summer sun's chatter
As sky turns grey and lake iced blue
Birds and bees have flown away, true
Late autumn serves harvest platter
Filled with melancholy. Night clings
Of ripeness. Awaiting sweet sting
Of last breaths. How you live matters
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Nove Otto. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. 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.
fallowed yellow, you're the autumn
i sink into, blur lake bottom
your tarot hands are cool blue
soothing my butterflies coup
you tell me, i'll be okay
moon fever will pass like whey
fallowed yellow, you're the autumn
i sink into, blur lake bottom
Posted for dVerse Poets pub - Poetry form is Octelle. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
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.
I.
The early morning sun holds a mirror
Painting yellow sunflowers on my face
Look, maple trees are wearing green slippers
And flowers are knitting hats with a lace
Busy as bees
II.
The mid-summer sky is an anagram
Where I rearrange the tidy letters
Into clouds of swirling sea tides & kelp
Where boats crammed of tourists, heave, sway & roll
I swoon with geese
III.
The end of the summer night is a page
Half scribbled in blue, hastily as kite
Lost in the rolling fog. I masquerade
Sipping the last bottle of smooth red wine
Moon on my knees
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Colour me Poetry, hosted by Sarah Connor. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
smell of pine trees, under half-moon
wafts citrus, musky as burnt wood,
we inhale deeply fragrant breeze
recalling season of spring - soon
soft are needles veiled in deep freeze
under half-moon, smell of pine trees
dark sap, scooped earth, trickling slowly
of zest, upon pine cones wholly
fresh. we make ardent wish: peace, berth
under maple trees - brown, closely
tuffed by light, we witness green birth-
trickling slowly- dark sap, scooped earth
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Sparrowlet.
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