Today

I woke up to a risen sun
And clouds consumed with gray.
I take a pen and start to write.
In spite of charms from morning light
I haven’t much to say.

I often blame this on my brain.
Why pace so, to and fro?
Impatiently I start to stress.
Persistence generates a mess
Then drains. I watch it go.

Another stanza? Oh, why not?
I have a lot of time.
I scribble some and cross that out
Then doubt what it was all about.
At least I still can rhyme.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.

Beach and Barrier

I noticed from Kim M. Russell’s post that we each have poems in Visual Verse this month. My submission is Birds, Cats and Dogs. A poem by Jane Dougherty is also there. Visual Verse sends an email with an illustration at the beginning of the month. Poets are limited to 50-500 words and one hour to complete a poem. At the top of the page is a “Newsletter” link that you can use to get on their email list.

One-Liner Wednesday – Rain

Rainy, rainy drips and drops
flushed from cloudy water spouts
down and down until it stops.


Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.

Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Rainy
Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

Wisdom

Like Solomon I’ll ask for Wisdom, too,
Since what I knew before as true is not -
Not true enough, that is, perhaps, not true
And that is what I know will never do.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Mish is hosting.

I took all the photos in the summer of last year.

High Water

Fourteen Lines

We hope we built it on the solid stone.
Earth that would get dizzy makes things wave.
We used what we were given, staying brave,
Though walls might fall and we’re left all alone.
We did avoid the sandy, shifting shore
Licentiousness had offered in its hand.
We chose perhaps unjustly the well-planned
When legalism offered frowning chores.

Looking high we see dark skies above.
The morning brings us color from the sun.
We built our best, remained in spite of doubt
Talking from our hearts to only one,
Walking on the waters of his love,
Confidently breathing in and out.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Kim, Writing in North Norfolk, is hosting.

I started focusing on poems with fourteen lines. Here is an attempt at a Petrarchan sonnet.

Lake Michigan

Friendship

There is so much I do not know
And more that I won’t ever do.
Repent. Stop grabbing. Let things flow
Away if need be when they’re through.

See which odd ones stick around
Old friends I didn’t know, then found.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Lillian is hosting.

I took these photos some years ago at the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. I don’t think I will ever visit that park again since it is far away and we no longer have family living there, but these photos like old friends stick around in my memory.

Trail at the Garden of the Gods
Trail at the Garden of the Gods

Storm

Storms start silently. I watch the west.
Indiana farmland’s prairie flat.
Living here is peaceful. But the best
Is spring in spite of storms and things like that.
The west grows dark and I am looking at
Those clouds above. I want them to explain
Should they bring more than welcomed springtime rain.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. The form of the poem is a Chaucerian stanza. It has seven lines with rhyme scheme ABABBCC.

Windshield in the Rain

From Winter to Spring or Dusk to Dawn

May the winter not last long.
I thought of spring while walking.
When there's music soon comes song
Melodiously talking.

I’ll look with hope to find you there
Smiling garlanded aware.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Next week I will be featuring final couplets: poems where the last two lines are a couplet like the one above.

Spring

Job

Beyond those tribulations
His consolations grew.
Clouds ascend and may they end
But leave refreshing dew.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.

Gray Sky
Gray Sky

Justice and Mercy

A devil pointed out some sin
That happened long ago.
I knew that justice ought to win.
A devil pointed out some sin,
But mercy found a back way in
So gratitude could grow.
A devil pointed out some sin
That happened long ago.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Lillian is hosting.

Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.

Vine and Palm Tree

OLN

Stretching limbs of autumn
Water somewhere near
The silence that the forest holds
Brings peace to ears that hear.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night (OLN) where Grace is hosting.

Water Nearby