May the thought
My words have brought
Be pure
Like morning air.
It’s always you
I’m talking to
No matter who
Is there.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Amaya is hosting asking us to use ‘apostrophe’ in a poem. She describes it as “simply an address to someone not present or to an abstract concept”.
Fearless since what’s there to fear
Yet fearful of what might appear
But likely won’t. With death around
May Christmas cheer help hope abound.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Laura Bloomsbury is hosting with a list of words ending in ‘less’ to include in a poem along with, hopefully, “a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!” I picked the word ‘fearless’.
Winter turns the spirit out.
Leaves go red and fall.
Snowy silence sits about.
I wonder at it all,
But know the proof comes in the spring
When leaves and flowers bloom
When birds again have warmth to sing
And outside’s like a room.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “The Coming of Winter/Winter’s Breath” or “Playing with Light”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I realized that I don’t understand all that I think I do. No matter how bad that might seem, my smile comes from also realizing that it isn’t all that bad.
Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word ‘spirit’.
Roses are red
With all we’ve been through
Those many long decades
Are roses on you
Roses grew red
Violets turned blue
Fresh dreams with springtime
Still blossom from you
Roses are red
Ocean’s green hue
Shines with those seagulls
Who wander by you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Winter has happened
And snow’s falling too
Roses are red
Cards slip like new
That ace up my sleeve
Turned into a two
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The last of my roses
I'm giving to you
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published yesterday in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.
A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published today in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
All that goes blurry
Gets clearer with you
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Prompt with the theme ‘Blurred’. And linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile since I realized that any of us being here at all would be miraculous. What made me smile about that was we actually are here.
Today what rhymes may seem surreal
With culture preaching, “People, Kneel.
Meter’s there to mess your mind.
You dared to look? Then dare to find."
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme ‘surreal’. I don’t know if this poem is surreal or not but it makes significantly less sense now than it did when I wrote it a few minutes ago so perhaps it is.
When pure dreaming helps the seeing
Stars shine. Sunlight’s setting, fleeing.
Deeper darkness cracks decreeing
Once aware now always being,
Smiling, feeling all that's true.
Like a myth made fact by living,
Turning, dawning, lightness giving,
Faithful beyond magic, winning
Life with understanding too.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme ‘What dreams may come’ and to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile? When I looked up I saw Venus and then Jupiter – and then I realized that other mysterious dim light, higher up and not in the photo, was Saturn.
The poem practices imitating other poetry. What I am imitating here is Tennyson’s rhyme and meter in The Lady of Shalott. I’m not sure what my poem means. Hopefully it brings a positive smile.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson is hosting with the word ‘crack’.
This Thursday at dVerse Meeting the Bar I will be featuring imitation as poetic practice. You may pick whatever you want to imitate or you may pick Tennyson as I have.
Knightly habits sharply scheming,
Fighting boldly, mercy beaming,
Virtue, villains, birthing meaning,
Serving while awake or dreaming
Guard us through the dark of night.
When the evil one has ended
Wars turn peaceful, we’re befriended.
Springtime comes and it is splendid.
Guide us still by shining light.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme of ‘birth’. Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Lillian is hosting. The poem is an attempt to imitate the meter and rhyme pattern of Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott.
This trail was made for such as me
Who’d sometimes like a woods to see
Though urban sidewalks faithfully
May lead me on elsewhere.
Without the leaves my sight can go
Between the bony branches so
I look about. Beyond them show
Home-bound streets out there.
Linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. Although chilly and overcast my walk through autumn’s presentation of Somme Woods made me smile.
Also linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “spooky”. The photo below with all the dark, bony branches seem spooky.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 