Dancing Leaf

A leaf won’t blame the maple tree
When summer warmth is gone.
Forgive the fall. Through winter see
Fresh spring to dream upon.


Lined to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of metaphor. Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Maple Leaves”, above, and “Oak Leaves”, below.

Oak Leaves

Final Light

The Sun smiles on the rising dew
That turns to mist as Joe walks through.
Dreams do not come realized.
Mary waits with patient eyes
And trusts in what they’ve done.
When they knew the monsters won,
When terrors came to own their town,
When death appeared to take them down
They walked obeying mother’s call.

Let mountains from the heavens fall.
The final light is what they’ll find
Forgiving all they’ve left behind.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn hosts with the theme of narrative poetry. I hope this poem is narrative enough. This is also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Morning Fog”, above, “Misty Sunrise”, below.

Misty Sunrise

A, B, C, D, E and F

After all the pleasures here,
Before new wonders I might fear
Can I feel the present bliss
Donning on the now like this?
Even when fresh hope feels gone
Find there’s hope that lingers on.


Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar.  Lillian is hosting with alphabet sestets.

Photos: “Water Plants”, above, and “Vine”, below.

Vine

Schrodinger’s Mouse

Being cats, being smart, his cats would
Run away since he’s up to no good.
“I’ll try mice! Ah! They squeak!
Now I won’t have to peek.”
Even mice ran when they understood.


Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with a call for poems using onomatopeia. I think “squeak” qualifies. Maybe “peek”? Reading Silver Gardenia’s poem “New Tricks” linked to Tuesday’s dVerse Poetics gave me the idea of associating mice rather than cats with Schrodinger.

Photos: “Incoming Storm”, above, “If the Mice Don’t Work Here are Some Geese”, below.

If the Mice Don't Work Here are Some Geese

Seasonal

Of blessed Spring
White Winter sings.
From Summer’s heat
Fall retreats.

Fall retreats
From Summer’s heat.
White Winter sings
Of blessed Spring.

That’s so the landscape that we see
May praise and play repeatedly.


Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today and the theme is “reverse poems”. These are poems where at least part of the poem reverses itself line-by-line. It is like a refrain in a song except the refrain is sung backwards. The pub opens at 3:00 PM EST.

Photos: “Pink and Green with Water”, above, and “Autumn Blooms”, below.

Autumn Blooms

Faulty Intuition

My intuition —
Got it wrong — but then,
“…I’m sorry…”.
I trust it once again.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of punctuation in particular em-dashes and ellipses. I tried to use both above.

Photos: “Corn and Clouds”, above, and “Storm Clouds Over Cemetery”, below. Taken near Rensselaer, Indiana, prior to a meeting yesterday of the Prairie Writers Guild.

Storm Clouds Over Cemetery

Mundane

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.

Mundane Car with Rainbow