Anywhere that green can grow
It sends its roots to make a stand.
It’s open to the darker land
Where roots grasp earth and do not show
While leaves enjoy the sun’s warm flow.

Red and other colors spill
Their envy on green's living will.
Love is what the faithful do.
Repenting helps the world renew -
Remove the rot, make room and fill.
Red and Green


The up and down of beating drums are heard across the lake
As falsehood twists the message and the drummers take no break.
The solid door, self-righteousness, defends. It’s locked to win.
Convinced that truth rests safe inside is where truth can’t get in.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting with the word “drum”.

Leafless Branches

Shadows and Silhouettes

The shadowed edge
Where dark blocks light
Shows warmth of day
On fading night

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “shadows and silhouettes”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The beaches opened on Friday. I waded in very warm water on Saturday, a beautiful day, and smiled.

Morning Silhouette


I woke up to a risen sun
And clouds consumed with gray.
I take a pen and start to write.
In spite of charms from morning light
I haven’t much to say.

I often blame this on my brain.
Why pace so, to and fro?
Impatiently I start to stress.
Persistence generates a mess
Then drains. I watch it go.

Another stanza? Oh, why not?
I have a lot of time.
I scribble some and cross that out
Then doubt what it was all about.
At least I still can rhyme.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.

Beach and Barrier

I noticed from Kim M. Russell’s post that we each have poems in Visual Verse this month. My submission is Birds, Cats and Dogs. A poem by Jane Dougherty is also there. Visual Verse sends an email with an illustration at the beginning of the month. Poets are limited to 50-500 words and one hour to complete a poem. At the top of the page is a “Newsletter” link that you can use to get on their email list.

A Life

What she did so long ago,
Or didn’t do, we now don’t know.
   She tripped some dudes and others who
With twisted true-false love were bled.
By some stone of one marked dead she stopped
   When all that no one knows of her was through.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury offers the challenge to imagine the life of a deceased person. I imagined the lady in Longfellow’s In the Churchyard at Cambridge.

Old Stones

Around the Block

We go in different directions down the imperturbable street like Joe and Jim after their argument. Joe pounded the imperturbable shooing away crows. Jim crumbled bread tossing it to them.

At the end of the block they both headed north: Joe weighing dark thoughts,  Jim littering the imperturbable with crumbs.  At the end of those blocks they witlessly turned back toward each other.

They bumped into each other outside Jerry’s secret laboratory. Jerry was assembling, with his usual dexterity, a “Teach Em All A Lesson” bomb (details in Chapter 32). As Joe saw Jim, Jerry clicked the final chip into place and rubble buried the street. Joe’s last words were “You again!” Jim was wondering if he had more bread. Those investigating the scene figured Jerry didn’t have enough time to even say “oops”.

No crow with a brain in its head was injured.

Linked to dVerse Prosery where Merril is hosting with a line from Gwendolyn Brooks “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street” from An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.


Shades of Gray

The ocean’s gray without its blue
And gray without the people, too.
But I’m not feeling all that gray.
I got through May. I'll go for June.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “shades of gray”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What’s there to smile about? Well, we’re still here. I got my life reorganized a bit, true, but perhaps that was all for the better. I need to do some housecleaning every once in a while. And this past week it did rain a lot. That made me think of hurricanes and Noah’s Ark until I saw the double rainbow in the east.

Gray Ocean


Oh how wicked fast these ancient lizards run.
Do they love this rainy weather like I do -
Crash and freaky lightning, rainbow when it’s done?

Seeing makes us pause our steps. Who will go through?
Phone in hand, he waits to let me take some shots.
Off he pounces under plants with water blue.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting with the theme of rain.

Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. It is the last hour of the prompt where I am hosting on the theme of tercets.



Those whose eyes refuse to see the sunshine will
Not see the moon rise slippery on the waters.
Evenings darken waves on oceans wild or still.

Before that night falls may my fresh eyes see
And not ignore the ancient moon that follows me.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the word “slip”.

Moon Rise

Feel the Heat

Heat on hotter heat and water on my brow
I walk and wonder why I left the condo
sunny, sweaty, ever smiling anyhow.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Prompt where Dale offers the theme of “feel the heat”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile.

I don’t know if you can feel the heat in these photos, but after a few minutes of an hour walk, I felt it. This Thursday I am featuring tercets, especially like those Dante wrote for the Divine Comedy, but when I found out how difficult these were having not only 3 metered lines that rhymed but with no more nor less than 33 syllables for each tercet, I wondered if I could write one. Feeling the heat suddenly the above poem popped out. And I smiled (with relief and gratitude).

Flooded Golf Course