Teased By My Cloudy Mind

Fluffy cloud, relax the sky.
You deepen its pure blue,
But I’m not looking high somewhere.
My mind runs cloudy, too.

My mind desires a faster way
To calm its anxious fight:
“Relax. Sit tall. Observe it all.”
But I am teased by light.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #18 posted by Kim with the challenge word being “cloud”.

Recipe: Monster Stew

What you’ll need is a rather large pot
Since the mass of a monster’s a lot.
Drop some veggies in, too,
As you stir this fine stew.
When it’s done, it will taste good–or not.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 41: Taste.

Buried Inside the Monster’s Stomach

But for fear I appeared to be brave.
Being dumb made me harder to save.
When those monsters ate lunch
Even bones had to crunch
But at least I did not need a grave.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 40: Fears.

The Dragon’s Gold


Trying to explain why the damsel got caught by the dragon

Most dragons like sitting on gold
While the knight wants a damsel to hold,
But the damsel prefers
Those knights richer than hers
Or that dragon both well-off and old.


The problem with dragon gold is both knights and damsels want it

A dragon sits deep in his cave.
He has gold since he knows how to save.
There’s a damsel distressed
By her shiny knight pest
Sneaking in since gold makes fools brave.


The dragon has sold all his gold

The dragon said, “Gold’s gonna drop.”
So he sold when gold hit a new top
And the damsel moaned, “Why?”
You could hear the knight cry,
But those bulls couldn’t make that bear stop.

Posted for ‘s Meeting the bar as a cubist poet at dVerse.

Substantiating the Shadow

If that’s your shadow in my cave,
I wonder where are you?
Some caves are darker than the night.
Minds get darker, too.

My mind rehearses uselessly
The past, since now you’ve gone.
Those shadows flicker right and left
While day keeps moving on.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #17 from a prompt by whimsygizmo, photo by Frank Hubeny.

Grounding Change

Change that is rhythmically sound
Reminds us that time runs around
Like a seasonal wheel.
Endless cycles conceal
What is firm giving thanks for the ground.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 39: Seasons.

Running in the Rain

Splashing water hangs tightly in drops
Running wildly until splashing stops.
Run and know that this now
Is entangled somehow
With more joy when the pain smiles and pops.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 38 based on the photo above by Dominik Martin at unsplash.com.