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.
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.
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.
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”.
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.
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”.
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).
Those boxed rectangles with bland colors offer some differentiation but that’s not enough. The white is what’s important not what steps on it to stand out.
Unless those squares let white show through, there’s nothing they can do except to blandly block the view.
But then I heard and understood. It’s not those ghostly squares. They’re the victims. It’s that deathly white itself, the very stuff I thought was pure. I almost didn’t see it. Now I do, burying, as if it could, the light that would shine through.
Birds will nest in time for spring
Water flows and falls