Talking

May the thought
My words have brought
Be pure
Like morning air.

It’s always you
I’m talking to
No matter who
Is there.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Amaya is hosting asking us to use ‘apostrophe’ in a poem. She describes it as “simply an address to someone not present or to an abstract concept”.

Pop Art

This poem is a can of soup,
But please don’t try to drink it.
It’s real, I guess, well, more or less.
Perhaps more less would be my guess,
So only try to think it.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Victoria C. Slotto hosts with the theme “Pop Art”. The can of soup refers to Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup Cans to stay within the theme just in case it wasn’t obvious.

Lake Potawatomi

Not Long Ago

How recently the world appeared to me
The way you see it looking back at you.
Nasty worms made holes in what was true.
A snake creeped up the ancient apple tree.
Valid reasons were deceptive then.
The one who understood most turned away
And took a bite which stopped what he would say.
Those worms chew through the tongues of mortal men.

Perhaps that tale’s a metaphor. I know.
Perhaps another snake will shortly show.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of metaphor. I might have got carried away with the metaphors in this one, because I am no longer sure what I was trying to say.

Beginning of Fall

Dance

While algae's greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.

They've never liked each other much
Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch.
I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss,
But I'd doubt all reports of this.
There’s rumors, too, they even love--
What can these fools be thinking of?

Our dance may tease some fears away
And help some find kind words to say.
It's safer meeting through disguise
When gazing in each other's eyes.
They won’t forget what each has done,
But from the present, who can run?

We'll have that dance, no matter what.
True, worried folks must worry, but
Tonight we'll take a chance on change.
Let something, somewhere rearrange,
Then, whether they like it or not,
They'll get the love they've always got.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting with the theme of descriptive detail. I hope the description of the swamp and the dance fits.

Skokie Lagoons – The place that inspired this poem written years ago.

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