The morning Sun begins to rise
As dawn rebirths the light.
Those colors I remember well.
They leave the dark with night.
When I awake I sense surprise -
Another day to see,
Another chance to get it right
Or not if that should be.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille wbere Merril is hosting with the word “rise”.
The she-bird sang her secret reveries
While I, moon-blown, searched the ringéd-seas.
Deep waters drummed my heaven-circling pleas
Awash with water-spoken mysteries.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury hosts with the theme of compound words used by Dylan Thomas. I picked “moon-blown”, “she-bird”, “ringed-sea”, “heaven-circling” and “water-spoken”.
Words would try to touch the heart of it.
They vaguely churn weak hopes that that will do.
Doing so is but a part of it.
Experts draw and make a chart of it,
Push away what clearly won’t go through.
Words would try to touch the heart of it.
The sound of words, a pleasing start of it,
May tease with pleasure seeking what is true.
Doing so is but a part of it.
Fancy words entail what's smart in it
And fool us with a wave of wisdom, too.
Words would try to touch the heart of it.
Guilt appears like broken art in it,
Displays a glimpse of past for us to rue.
Doing so is but a part of it.
So, come, forgiveness, fill your cart with it.
Keep the future open to what’s new.
Words would try to touch the heart of it,
But love protects the deepest part of it.
A villanelle linked to Sarah’s Forms for All and dVerse Meeting the Bar where Grace is hosting with the theme of rhyme and slant rhyme.
Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
The water's calm but storms approach.
Their clouds will soon be high.
With future fresh and past well-spent
The birds play with the sky.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme “life sustaining water”.
As long as it’s impossible
I’ll try it if you ask.
Guide my hands and calm my mind
And carry out the task.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “state of the art”. I offer photos of what might be considered, perhaps not by the lizards, as state of the art lizard living quarters.
My mind begins the cascade’s fall
To water somewhere down below
When I say “Yes” before the “Why?”
I’ve only pieces of it all
Though more I have no need to know.
My mind begins the cascade’s fall.
I wonder where these journeys go
And what do birds see when they fly?
There’s water somewhere down below.
Beneath that water-wonder I
Might understand the cascade’s call
When I said “Yes” before the “Why?”
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme of “cascade” and a poetic form called “cascade”.
When the guide turned out the light
The darkness drove away the space.
Without the stars to show the night
Reality crashed in my face.
Kentucky vanished, out of sight.
This cave below became no place.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the theme of geography. This poem tries to show what can happen to the sense of geography when the lights go out.
No one knows why my troll’s bad.
I think because he’s rarely glad
When someone wandering passes by.
I cross his bridge and yell out, “Hi!”
He blames me then for being there -
“Being noisy everywhere!”
He’s justified to shout at me,
Reverberating mystery.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. I am hosting with the word “troll”. Come join us with a 44-word poem using the word “troll” in some form in the poem.
