The everyday is everywhere in sight
And I am wearied looking at its face.
It doesn’t seem to shine with truer light.
Its presence makes me think of wasted space.
But I’m the one who’s stumbling without grace.
Your smile is all I need to let me see
The mundane blessed afresh with mystery.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting Meeting the Bar today. We are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary with septets, seven-line poems. There are no constraints on the poems for this prompt except that they have seven lines or contain seven line stanzas.
Photos: “Mundane Green with Setting Sun”, above, and “Mundane Car with Rainbow Light”, below.
Sun goes up and sun goes down. Lips like yours need never frown.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting and the theme is couplets for the solstice.
Photos: A couplet photo above and “Rainbow in Leaves” below.
It’s not something that I don’t know
Though what it is is hard to say.
It’s not something that words can show.
Wordiness is not its way.
It’s not that it is not not there.
I take a breath and let it be.
It’s not that I can point out where,
But everywhere it calls to me.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme “via negativa”.
Photos: “Below Are Shadows”, above, and “Morning Light Touches Dark”, below.
Although day does its best to delight
In the darkness my mind can escape
With the Sun giving rest to the night
Like a dream while the stars stay awake
When its setting is done
Retains full mystery
And the night turns to fun
And whatever may be
Then the Sun knows what’s done was done right.
Of the love that was done for its sake.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Paul is hosting featuring the form Contrapuntal Poetry. Here the limerick about the day hopefully adds counterpoint to the italicized one about the night.
Photos: “Maple Leaves in the Sun”, above, and “Calm Afternoon Waiting for Rain”, below.
They live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them, whose love for the Lord of Love has consumed every selfish desire and sense craving tormenting the heart.¹
This pair of stones once pointed tall, but now they’re near the ground. It doesn’t matter where they lay. May our ears hear what they would say with love without a sound.
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”²
¹Bhagavad Gita 2.55, Eknath Easwaran translator.
²Gospel of Mark 12:30-31, New International Version
Text: Linked to Sue Vincent’s fallen #writephoto prompt. Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Amaya challenges us to take two quotes from two different sources. Use one to begin the poem and the other to end it. I might be stretching this bridge building to think I can meet both of these prompts with one post.
Photo: This is Sue Vincent’s photo provided for use with her #writephoto prompt.
By the dunes along the shifting beach
Water’s waiting within dreamers’ reach.
Take this path or choose to take another.
Hear the secrets silence has to teach.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today.
The challenge is to write a rubaiyat or some variation on that form. The example here is in iambic pentameter, four lines and rhyming AABA. There is only one rubai. Variations for this challenge could be anything the poet doesn’t mind calling a “rubaiyat”.
Photos: “Lake Michigan Shore”, above, “Along the Way”, below.
Words to sharpen out the white,
Offer some solidity,
Make me search for light when night
Teases with futility.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Paul hosts with the theme of “ars poetica”.
Photos: “Facing the Morning Sun”, above, and “Trees at Home”, below.