Fast fry to the jazz beat

 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).   

Sign post by the sea

He woke up with storm             {seeds} in his mouth 

It tasted glitttery loud as birds. Brewing 

                                                                 with <wild possibilities>. 

His eyes gleamed with excitement of moon flowers.  Whatever known can wait,

But this intangible stillness cannot 

                                                           even if his legs were shaking with vertigo

Hands trembling, he grabbed his coat.  The freezing wind recoiled & fluttered as fallen tulip 

petals.    The sky was cleaning 

               out the                     stars &          last quarter               moon.

The crucible weighed on his chest, 

awaiting

                   the pouring by his hand.

                                                                                                      >>>>>       Instead

He went to sea                  in a thimble of poetry.

Credit:  “He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:   Songs of the Unreason hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.  Thanks for the visit and comments.

anger management 101

your words

of ice brings not shivering

drip but 

growing rage at each beat

you can hardly contain

bitterness spiralling your guts

time to take

{time out},

get lost 

in nature's path

bottle steps of gratitude  

listen to gossiping trees

spread jam of starlings

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Merril Smith.  This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, shivering.   This word is perfect to describe our icy weather in Ontario, Canada.   But its all warm and friendly at dVerse Pub.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your comments.

dreaming of flowers in winter

 

there is dull blush 

in the morning breaths, when

gloomy clouds obscure the sparkly clear blue

in the sky, the birdsongs on sugar maple trees,

hide the posy hues i draw on the page

but i know, listen - hush -

to the slow murmuring breeze, shadows spin,

& fold away when dawn breaks through

snow-capped fields, bony twigs tease

my thoughts to pools of light, a magical stage

i fall myself into, lush

pines of silence, unwrapped in copper tin

box, i taste spring in my tea cup, i chew

brandy-spiced pears, lemon tarts & buttered peas-

i catch sunflowers & tie my verses with sage

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Exploring the Realm of French Literature - Hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   Poetry form:   Rimas Dissolutas.

Blessings

 

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.

A pill for amentalio in winter

 

between the hours of mid-

night and dawn,

sad thoughts float in the etherness

between the lines of stories

sentiments surge with violet beats

tiding low, a murmuration

of black birds skimming 

just above the dotted water line

i am caught in kenopsia, weathered

wings in stillness

my tongue tied in heartspur of

ticking white clock

i drift into a starlone of fathomless

quietude, a cycle of dreaming

and undreaming-

i am nameless, ageless

convinced that i am swirling

into lisolia limbo

shrugging away craxis of pixelled

gravity screens & instant gratification from

metaverse

between light and darkness

make this wave in my mind

a weave with the universe

a thread to break away from aphasia

a matter to soothe the aftergloom

that even with my excelled tinselled fingers,

i can still long to be that comet

hurling headlong in blazing dust

[to where]

a heartmoor

i know it is there

its there

[we are here]

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

saturday's weathertide

 

we make merry of gloom

        -holiday songs-

        -folding cards with red-bowed

                      tinsel-

         

but howling wind shakes   

trees with vengence

for some minutes,

         -lights were out-

all house's hollows, nooks

lost its s     

             h       

                a

                  p

                       e 

bleeding into darkness

         -our eyes fog, blind-

but for half-moon  

    glittering silverblue

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  This is a 44 word poem with the chosen word, TINSEL. Thanks for your visit and comments.

sound of the wind

white kettle hisses

as fading yellow leaves fall-

owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-

wind whistles long refrain-

rose bush slumps, hushing chickadees-

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form.  The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.

2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8

3.unrhymed.

Additional challenge is to incorporate onomatopoeia (sounds) in the wayra poem.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

a moonscape

 

i peer at the moon 

above the maple trees, glowing  

with light, waxing with near fullness

[i want to be her]

in the room, i continue my search 

for that missing 

family photo frame decades old,

misplaced red & festive jars

as if my tired hands are Christmas

lights, coaxing the warmth out 

of the cold winter night

my energies spent 

blank_blank_blank

e-shopping carts empty

blank_blank_blank 

i sit

on the chair, 

turning to my comforts:

reading & writing

immersed in the fictional world

a phrase lingers

a word flares up

a poetic line shimmers with familiarity 

and behold,

my fingers are pressing the keys

& trying to capture the

tide's ebb and flow

[i spawn the ocean-

i paint moon flowers pure as snow-

i seed the red soil

with chameleon dust & sunflowers]-

there is a shock of silver, a falling 

star

& the certainty:

inside me, a universe

moving in rhythm

& ever 

abundant

Note:  I woke up early early morning to see a flash of a falling light outside the window, which I like to believe is a falling star.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:  Poetics:  Epiphany in the Time of Holiday with guest host - Dora.   The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.  

Thanks for your visits and comments.

what the gods saw

 

he was sugar-coated

in gold

to behold him

a god

when the sun strikes his

muscled chest and legs

he posed

still as a sky cloud

caught between currents

as painters around him

buzz as bees circling, hungry for

honey

even though he is a skilled actor

poised as delicious cake puff

he could not veil

his eyes

she saw what no else saw

her fingers became his mirror

her brush became his 

raw 

poetry

in her canvas, he was a

bird in a cage

colorful feathers flickered out

& weighed 

down by black ink, her 

oils dripped

dripping

until it resembles

the swelling tear 

clouds

his eyes

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.

Thanks for your visits and comments.