Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

Recognizing Reality

If I should see an angel on a dish
About the size of any mid-sized fish,
I hope I’d be inclined to hesitate
Before I eat what’s on that dinner plate.

But knowing me I might not even see
How wondrous to some connoisseur she’d be.
I’d lift my fork until I met her eyes
And recognize my Lover’s new disguise.

Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #One.

Comforting My Discomforted Heart

Chaotic disenchanting hearts are casting storms on me.
Their spells tease lightning through my mind, still I won’t understand.
I’m drenched throughout with righteousness, but anger rains in vain.
I breathe, sit tall then wait, project to help this weather change.

Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar using a form of common meter called a “fourteener”. It has fourteen syllables in each line with seven of them accented. This example does not have end-rhyme although the last two lines ending in “rain” and “change” almost rhyme.

Heart Off-Centered Beating

Off-center is that beating heart.
The rapids rush grows steeper
And those who’d reach the other side
Acknowledge that the river’s wide–
That heart is strong and deeper.

Written for dVerse Poetrics hosted by Michelle (Mish) featuring the artwork of Ally Saunders. The featured image, “Crossing the River”, is by Saunders. Her work may be viewed at http://allyart.ca/.

The Snake and the Apple

Upon the beach we snaked wet sand
And made it long and round.
With apple placed before its face
It slithers on the ground.

Maybe there’s an Eve somewhere
And Adam by her side
Who watched us make this fancy snake
And made them smile with pride.

Written for  dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian with the challenge to create “a verb from a noun, adjective, or other word”.  I turned “snake” into “snaked” at the beginning of the poem.

I took the photo of the sand sculpture, but I do not know who made the snake. One day later it was almost completely erased by the waves.

Waiting for the Full Moonrise

Before this moon will rise the sun must set. I wait alone upon the beach except for strangers waiting for it, too.

And then we see its fresh, faint light. It lifts above the ocean’s noisy waves. I watch until I’m sure it’s safely high enough to journey on alone.

SAND DUNES SHELTER LIFE
LIFE HOLDS DOWN THE DRIFTING SAND
TURTLES WATCH THE MOON

Written for dVerse Haibun Monday #29 hosted by Michael Grogan at Morpethroad with the theme “waiting”.  Photo by the author.

The Tree Planter on the Georgia Crew

He swings. The hoedad opens up the ground.
He sets the seedling, steps, and moves around.

For every bend a nickel he will earn.
He counts by thousands and without concern.

His caffeinated soda’s cheap and sweet
With peanut butter sandwiches to eat.

At night he camps with others like him who
Will spend four months together on this crew.

He works alone but some come there with spouses
While others waste their time and break up houses.

He’d not expect to find some girl who’d stay
And some feel life’s less lonely lived that way.

Written for dVerse Tuesday Poetics: Artisan hosted by Kim featuring poems by Seamus Heaney.

Waiting for Just a Whisper

Quietly awaiting word
Of what I need to do.
I hope I’ll figure out it when
Some whisper does come through.

I hope that something does come through
So I won’t feel alone
But even if some nothing comes,
This silence I’ll still own.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #24 with prompt “whisper” hosted by De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo).

How Humor Can Make Things Better Or Worse

Humor feeds those parts of man
That hope sweet dreams come true
And woman feels she finally can
Do what she wants to do.

Anyone is happy when
Laughter lightens air.
Giggles entertain us then
And we no longer care.

This poem is a simple one.
It rhymes and sounds like verse.
I hope that now you know it’s done
It don’t make matters worse.

Posted for dVerse OpenLinkNight #187.