Reason Circles Me

There’s reasoning that wants to go nowhere.
It circles back to check if I am weak
To tempt me with its nonsense, if I dare,
And if I don’t suggest that I’m too meek
Or impotent to take what it would seek.
I walk and hope each step leads to the goal.
I like those geese, obedient and whole.
I like the trees who don’t have much to say.
I like contentedness without control
Unlike this devil circling me astray.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting and we are continuing with the poetic form, the dizain. This is a poem with 10 lines, 10 syllables per line and a rhyme pattern: ABABBCCDCD. Come join us!

Cattails

Mysterious Things

 
Mysterious things
That soft, cool light brings -
Be true.
With silent, sure wings
My memory swings.
Renew.
Take care.  Poison flings
With doubt as it springs.

Dark fear creeps and clings.
The shrill discord rings.
Be kind.
Forgive. There joy kings
The lovebird who sings
To find
That  soft, cool light brings
Mysterious things.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting this Thursday with the theme of the lai and lai nouveau. Come and join us. Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Cumberland Gap Roadside Rest Area
Cumberland Gap Roadside Rest Area

Coin Laundry

 
If I could only wash my age-soaked heart
The way I do these clothes in this machine
And trust in thirty minutes it’d be clean.
I’d likely try it once or twice to start.
What soap would do the best to tear apart
What’s good from what has grown with time too mean?
I’d make it cleaner than I yet have seen
And wash it everyday - if I were smart.

These quarters are too little I confess.
For payment ancient angels might want more
Since no one gives forgiveness out for free,
But then came dreams of lucid mystery.
They weren't what I thought I was looking for
Yet I felt clean enough to let them bless.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Jilly is hosting and the form is the sonnet with enjambment. I hope there are some lines above that represent enjambment.

Flower

Bookcases

 
The bookcases of one-by-six planed pine
All screwed to dark but open basement beams
Are how I feel the language of my dreams
Twist hidden deep within each antique line.

I rarely read these books and none are fine
And no one wants them anymore it seems.
Like waters from some minds' now frozen streams
They'd flow for someone’s eyes, perhaps for mine.

Sometimes when lost I find a letter there
Recalling handwriting from someone dear
Suggesting paths forsaken in the past.
The words she wrote were reasoned well with care.
The details I forgot are once more clear.
The present waits then leads me home at last.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of writing about something in your home that speaks to you and to last weeks’ Meeting the Bar with the sonnet theme.

Three Crows Come to Visit

Sonnet

 

Contented pelicans stand on the shore.
Clouds look solid then they move away.
Water’s back and forth. It will not stay.
With all of this do I need something more?

What is it that I’m always looking for?
There’s the Sun and here’s a newborn day.
There’s a moment somewhere bright or gray
When every breath blows past a bolted door.

I’ll sing these songs of praise and some again
Repeating them like waves whose joy may reach
And soak the toes of walkers on the sand.
Then when my time is done and I head in
And when fresh water smooths this sandy beach
May love songs still enchant this fairy land.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the sonnet form. This sonnet has a rhyme scheme abbaabba cdecde. It is associated with sonnets written by Petrarch.

Clouds
Clouds

Winter’s Trees


Maple trees rest in the snow
Covered with their fallen leaves.
Winter’s wind will come and go,
But maple trees stand in the snow.
Their roots hold on. Let winter go
And have its way. Though some may grieve,
The maple trees wait in the snow
Covered calmly by their leaves.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Jilly hosts with the theme of repetitive forms.

Preparing for Winter

Creative Empathy


With empathy let’s build a way
For walls to act like doors.
The Sun receives this new-born day.
Though darkness felt it had to stay,
It left. It left us more.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Grace is hosting on the theme of the Quintain or the Quintet. I am also linking to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Red and Gray