Poetry – Page 58 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Because

Because a yellow road is there
We follow hoping it may lead
To lands beyond our present where
Our dreams may plant a fertile seed.

I would like to grow some brains.
The tin man wants a heart of gold.
The lion wants his fears restrained
And Dorothy would just go home.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Michelle Beauchamp offers us the challenge to pick a character from “The Wizard of Oz” and write from that character’s perspective. I picked the scarecrow.

Photos: “Bridge”, above, and “Trail”, below, taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.

Seasonal

Of blessed Spring
White Winter sings.
From Summer’s heat
Fall retreats.

Fall retreats
From Summer’s heat.
White Winter sings
Of blessed Spring.

That’s so the landscape that we see
May praise and play repeatedly.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today and the theme is “reverse poems”. These are poems where at least part of the poem reverses itself line-by-line. It is like a refrain in a song except the refrain is sung backwards. The pub opens at 3:00 PM EST.

Photos: “Pink and Green with Water”, above, and “Autumn Blooms”, below.

Dream School

Long after graduating I would have dreams where I could not find the classroom nor the administration building to get a schedule of the classes I was taking and the semester was coming to a close. This wasn’t a nightmare, but a delightful confusion.

Blooms have won.
Dream away
Summer sun,
Autumn day.

Then I wake up.

Autumn day,
Summer sun
Dream away.
Blooms have won.

I wonder what that dream was trying to tell me, but not for long. Like summer passing into autumn I forget I even had it.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “school”. I wrote the poem as a way to practice writing reverse poetry where part of the poem repeats but with the lines in reverse order. I will be featuring that form at dVerse on Thursday.

Photos: “Blooming’s Done”, above, “Final Blossoms”, below.

Box

The box presents its mystery—
We open hoping we may see
What’s hidden, true or otherwise,
Disguised by sides of secrecy.

And so

Disguised by sides of secrecy.
What’s hidden, true or otherwise,
We open hoping we may see—
The box presents its mystery.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) with the prompt word “Box”. The poem is a kind of “reverse” poem. Some of its lines, but not necessarily all of them, are repeated in reverse order. I will be featuring this form on Thursday at dVerse.

Photos: “Skyscape”, above, “White Blossoms White Clouds”, below. Think of them as boxed in by the cloudy sky.

Hiding in Plain Sight

There’s much around me I don’t see
Even when I try.
We’re shown it all, full-colored, bright.
Whatever’s hiding in this light
Is true like pure blue sky.

“Swan with Family Safe”, above, and “Bug Exploring Blossom”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Hiding in Plain Sight”.

Unseen

There’s magic that we will not see
That monkeys with us all the while.
We think we’ve got it figured out.
Who knows what it is all about?
Fortunately, we still smile.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of what is unseen.

Photos: “Ivy”, above, and “Beetles on a Rose Blossom”, below.

Food of Love

Forgiveness is the food of love
That patience hopes to bring.
We eat while daily dreaming of
How peace would let us sing.

Text: Linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Light on Hickory Leaf”, above, and “Fence and Birdhouse”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “The Food of Love”. Taken near Stoney Run County Park in Hebron, Indiana.

Faulty Intuition

My intuition —
Got it wrong — but then,
“…I’m sorry…”.
I trust it once again.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of punctuation in particular em-dashes and ellipses. I tried to use both above.

Photos: “Corn and Clouds”, above, and “Storm Clouds Over Cemetery”, below. Taken near Rensselaer, Indiana, prior to a meeting yesterday of the Prairie Writers Guild.