Monday's list

pastel pink and aqua blue tints

slowly nibble away heavy fog of winter greys

look:  caterpillar of clouds

on cusp of blossoming

there is joy in mindfulness:      

quietude of mornings

crisp air from pines, maple trees

smell of warm buttered toast with fruity smoothie

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - hosted by Mish. Quadrille is a post of 44 words, with the chosen word, nibble.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. 

October pantry

 

Salt and pepper clouds on pewter sky

Thick marrow, mashed with maple syrup

Pumpkin skinned rhubarb and apple pie 

Drizzled curry and thick cream on vegetable soup

Fallowed leaves on twigs twisted in cinnamon bow

Bitter chocolate, cold wine, pints of sorrow on 

fallen pine cones

Harvested pots of color:   russet, crimson,

lurid yellow, blazing sepia & burnt amber on shelves

Faded photographs of black crows, echoes 

of requiem mass

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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.   

don't sweat over the small things

a paper cut
an unkind word
a stain of spilled wine 
a stubbed toe   
   sometimes small incidents can 
   torpedo an ordinary calm time 

but small things can also lift
and curtain a moment into a special 
day

a reassuring pat on
   the shoulder
a smidge of sunshine leafing through
    summer rain 
a patter of laughter cascading from   
    playground
a slice of homemade buttered bread   
    shared by a friend



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6 Pieces of Time

I.    time is a water jug
      i forget
      in a corner

II.    time is a feather
       cold, stripped from bone-
       but warm as lilac ribbed-blanket
       on your chest

III.   time is a clay
       molding me 
       until i learn 
       to unmold myself  

IV.   time is a lull 
       between raindrops
       the pause, between letters
       and musical notes
       as my mind wanders
       in ink, brush and pottery tool

V.    time is the missing
       eye, ear or finger 
       i lost in the journey
       i may never retrieve it
       but if i ever do,  
       i will carry it
       sacred
       into the dusk

VI.   time is a tango
       dance
       with you-
       always with you-



Posted for the D'verse poets pub - poetics on Time.   Hosted by Lillian ~

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What I forgot

By: Haejin Lee

I forgot the words of my mother tongue
I forgot my tongue 
              letting my fingers click-tap black letters
              on keyboard 
I forgot hands and feet  
              sitting on my chair, reading world news
              so far away

I forgot language when I look at the sun
              coppery & lush in morning light
I forgot mornings with no sun 
              mornings with no light
              not coppery and lush, no

I forgot time
             was ticking bomb
             when things were not so good  
             when meals were the same canned goods
             when even the price of plastic bag was expensive 
I forgot how difficult it was to start over 
             I forgot difficult 
             and starting over    

I forgot weight 
             of missing shoes
             of a single luggage filled with all my worldly goods 
I forgot sizes
             how tiny a baby's foot is 
             how small I am against tree's giant palm
             how pitiful my worries are against child's
             hapless face

I forgot that darkness can grow as
             carnivorous plant
             preying with pitfall traps 
I forgot how a single sunflower & fist of golden rod
            can yellow the dreary woodland path
            with light so innocently pure
            
I forget words of my mother tongue



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Inspired by powerful performance of Loyce Gayo's How We Forget - Please join us as I host Poetics starting at 3pm EST.

Process Note:   I used, I forgot, to start my list poem to make it more personal to me.  

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the balancing act

Melting Ceramics by Artist Livia Marin

Right side of me

Weaved & staggered like a leaf

Caught in a summer storm-

After washing dirty cups left the previous night

Wiping sink & bathtub free of suds & grime

After picking up clothes & socks on the floor

Folding & ironing clothes with tenacity of a turtle

After you grumbled like a bear while doing laundry



While balancing children's activities around my hips

I drive to and from my work in the city

While buying groceries you had forgotten to buy

I think of paying the home bills

While sharpening the knife in preparing tonight's dinner 

Left side of me

Blanched & melted, indelible ink

   Blue, weight of the mountain

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