Frank Hubeny

Morning Thoughts

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.

I found the following link to Barbara Steisand singing Somewhere on the KATiE MiA FredericK!iI blog. It lifted my spirits and so I am passing it on.

Through an Opening

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.

Linked to the Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the prompt “Through an Opening”.

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.

Storm

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.

Red

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”.

Pick a Color – Snow White

I remember falling snow
When flakes of white put on a show.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “pick a color”. I picked snow white.

Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of final couplet.

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.

Now I Can See

Failures come. They clear the table,
Wipe the surface clean.
In the distance, true and stable,
Something new is seen.

What I thought could never be
Is now the only way I see.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Mish is hosting with the theme based on a quote from the 17th century poet Mizuta Masahide: “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”

Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting with the theme of final couplets – any poem with a couplet at the end.

Magic

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”.

Inside

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “inside”. Although the dove was technically outside, it seemed as if she just came in. That was Kiki our cat with her head inside that cup.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. With everything going on we can still take walks in the park which is something to smile about.

From Winter to Spring or Dusk to Dawn

May the winter not last long.
I thought of spring while walking.
When there's music soon comes song
Melodiously talking.

I’ll look with hope to find you there
Smiling garlanded aware.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Next week I will be featuring final couplets: poems where the last two lines are a couplet like the one above.

Tercets

I don’t remember when I left that word.
It must have been upon some beach. My breath
oppresses. Were I silent like a bird

I might have flown securely on my way.
I left that word abandoning its sound
And hope the sand will keep its harm at bay.

Years ago it filled my heart. I sung,
But now I would forget what passed my lips
Repenting, if I may, to soothe my tongue.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting featuring tercets with specified rhyme words coming from Raymond Garlick’s poem “Welsh-Speaking Sea“.