Today what rhymes may seem surreal
With culture preaching, “People, Kneel.
Meter’s there to mess your mind.
You dared to look? Then dare to find."
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme ‘surreal’. I don’t know if this poem is surreal or not but it makes significantly less sense now than it did when I wrote it a few minutes ago so perhaps it is.
When pure dreaming helps the seeing
Stars shine. Sunlight’s setting, fleeing.
Deeper darkness cracks decreeing
Once aware now always being,
Smiling, feeling all that's true.
Like a myth made fact by living,
Turning, dawning, lightness giving,
Faithful beyond magic, winning
Life with understanding too.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme ‘What dreams may come’ and to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile? When I looked up I saw Venus and then Jupiter – and then I realized that other mysterious dim light, higher up and not in the photo, was Saturn.
The poem practices imitating other poetry. What I am imitating here is Tennyson’s rhyme and meter in The Lady of Shalott. I’m not sure what my poem means. Hopefully it brings a positive smile.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson is hosting with the word ‘crack’.
This Thursday at dVerse Meeting the Bar I will be featuring imitation as poetic practice. You may pick whatever you want to imitate or you may pick Tennyson as I have.
Knightly habits sharply scheming,
Fighting boldly, mercy beaming,
Virtue, villains, birthing meaning,
Serving while awake or dreaming
Guard us through the dark of night.
When the evil one has ended
Wars turn peaceful, we’re befriended.
Springtime comes and it is splendid.
Guide us still by shining light.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme of ‘birth’. Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Lillian is hosting. The poem is an attempt to imitate the meter and rhyme pattern of Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott.
This trail was made for such as me
Who’d sometimes like a woods to see
Though urban sidewalks faithfully
May lead me on elsewhere.
Without the leaves my sight can go
Between the bony branches so
I look about. Beyond them show
Home-bound streets out there.
Linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. Although chilly and overcast my walk through autumn’s presentation of Somme Woods made me smile.
Also linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “spooky”. The photo below with all the dark, bony branches seem spooky.
The black stands out because of blue
And yellow from the former green.
We did whatever we could do.
Some of it was never seen.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Anmol is hosting with the theme “black”.
Maple leaves charm forest floor.
Imagine there’s an open door
That keeps one satisfied - no more.
Walk along the way.
Simplicity, that raging fire,
Lets dreams go deep to then rise higher.
With worries done all doubts retire
To reach the end of day.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk hosts with the theme word “keep”.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Autumn Leaves / Autumn Light”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. Last weekend the maple leaves were brilliant. Although most of those leaves fell, as I expected they would after the brief snowstorm, some remained on this cloudy, cold Saturday which was warm enough to melt the snow. That made me smile.
Colder weather, cloudy skies,
Foliage brilliant to the eyes.
Liked to dVerse Open Link Night. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting.
As Philip watched the evening shine
With tiny stars to pierce the dark,
He felt a cooling calm and peace
Then dread turned on his mind to mark
With fear that all about his head
Were coffin lids to seal the dead.
Then Philip saw how dawn was cast,
How darkness bowed and night flew past.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of presenting a story through the experiences of a character.
We spent Sunday afternoon at the Chicago Botanic Garden. The day was warm, bright and full of fall colors. The thought occurred to me that having happiness may not always be possible, but being joyful regardless may be.
Linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 