One hundred years like one have wiped away
The former present from this ancient past.
There’s haunting mixed with fragile peace today
That spreads with some wild wind and travels fast.
We wonder how long all of this will last.
May somewhere, fresh with time, there be a place
Where I can pause concern to kiss your face.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Bjorn is hosting with the theme of “plague, pestilence, and pandemic”.
On Thursday I will feature poems with seven lines. They don’t have to be Chaucerian stanzas as this one is. The only constraint will be that the poems have seven lines.
Those rocks weren’t strong enough to close the hole.
Light kept helping plants not go astray.
Hope refocusing renews its goal
Pursuing evermore without delay.
Arise and praise. Celebrate and stay.
Though nighttime blindness closes sleepy eyes
Truth lifts morning with a fresh surprise.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. There has been nothing special or unexpected this past considering all of the news of the virus. That there is no new reason to fear is my reason to smile.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “close”.
The poem is a Chaucerian stanza. I will be featuring seven-line poems this Thursday on dVerse Poets Pub for Meeting the Bar. The only constraint is that they have seven lines. They don’t have to be Chaucerian stanzas.
Storms start silently. I watch the west.
Indiana farmland’s prairie flat.
Living here is peaceful. But the best
Is spring in spite of storms and things like that.
The west grows dark and I am looking at
Those clouds above. I want them to explain
Should they bring more than welcomed springtime rain.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. The form of the poem is a Chaucerian stanza. It has seven lines with rhyme scheme ABABBCC.
When I do things my own way
My deeds stain red like blood.
Watchful mercy passes by
Avoiding me when I ask why
Justice flushes with a flood.
Repentance is another choice.
Is that what I see?
By giving up, by giving in,
By turning sharply from within
Mercy left a raft for me.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where SarahSouthWest is hosting with the theme of “red”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. Looking back on my photos for something with a specific color I recalled these walks through Techny Park in Northbrook, Illinois, in November during the first snowfall. I love taking photos while such a snow is falling. It is peaceful and left me with a smile.
Magic through the wizard’s hand
Waves dimly. We don’t understand,
Wondering how we got here,
Trembling short of breath with fear.
There’s that forest, dense and dark.
Demons hide. Beware their bark.
Expose them. Choose and let life be.
Reject what’s dark for majesty.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the word “magic”.