Poetry – Page 35 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

One-Liner Wednesday – Rain

Rainy, rainy drips and drops
flushed from cloudy water spouts
down and down until it stops.

Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.

Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

Room

So many rooms I used to know
They all had much I miss.
Their windows, floors and doors would flow
With breathing just like this.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Laura Bloomsbury is hosting with the theme of “rooms”.

Broadway

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.

     
            Empty restaurants
     Birds will nest in time for spring
          Water flows and falls

Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Kim Russell is hosting with the theme of Piet Mondrian’s ‘Broadway Boogie Woogie’.

New York City from the Empire State Building

Geometric Shapes

So many geometric shapes!
I toss the ones that will not do.
I take the lighter ones with smiles
And these I set in upright piles
As markers for my trail to you.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “geometric shapes”.

Linked also to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I have long realized that when my poems get shorter and shorter they become more like nursery rhymes. This past week that realization made me smile all the more.

Gogyokha – Five Lines

raindrops rainbow
storms boom and blow
rumblings and flow
of watery blue
so much I don't know

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Frank Tassone is hosting with five line Japanese forms. I picked the gogyokha since the only constraint appeared to be having five lines.

Portal

A portal really is a door,
A hole in solid wall.
A window shows us somewhat more,
But there is nothing like a door
To make us stand up tall.

Of course, we have to open it.
Oh, how we love the chair.
The monitor suggests we sit.
The door insists we open it
And wander on out there.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the theme of portals.

The World In Lockdown

On beaches blocked and empty
Oceans still will drum.
Seagulls once searched on this shore
For bread crumbs. They can find no more.
The sun turns slowly bright
To fix the morning with daylight
Discharging darker dreams of night.
The gulls arise and soar.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “fix”.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “The World In Lockdown”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I noticed this past week that the beaches are still closed, but the boardwalks are open. I do prefer walking on the boardwalks’ hard surfaces than on the soft sand, but the sand with bare feet washed by the waves is nice too. Things will change in ways I can’t imagine perhaps for the better and the thought of that makes me smile.

Wisdom

Like Solomon I’ll ask for Wisdom, too,
Since what I knew before as true is not -
Not true enough, that is, perhaps, not true
And that is what I know will never do.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Mish is hosting.

I took all the photos in the summer of last year.

Garden Planting

Wizard fooled us with a magic trick
That sparkled brightness from Aurora’s eyes
That left the Trail of Tears with fresh surprise
All planted in our garden deep and thick.
The spell was nullified when Dazzling Blue
Affirmed his faithfulness to Tender True.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarasouthwest offers a challenge to plant a garden with her favorite seeds. I picked Wizard, Aurora, Trail of Tears, Dazzling Blue and Tender and True.

My Summer Space

They didn’t have to hurry
Running through the glen.
Perhaps I didn’t see them,
Nor me, those forest men.

But if you didn't see them
go on, proclaim me mad.
A summer place, a happy face,
Cannot be all that bad.

I may as well be loony.
I’m isolated, too.
I smile and learn to whistle
These lock down summer blues.

Linked to the Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “my summer space”. My summer space would have plants and places to walk.

Linked also to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I didn’t know what to write for a poem for Dale’s prompt and so I just let my mouth run (which is what I normally do). The result helped me keep smiling and hopefully it didn’t make others cringe too much.