Secrets lie where I won't go
So I cannot see.
They're well-hidden even though
They’d be shown to me.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Merril is hosting with the prompt “secrets”.

Moon Venus and Jupiter


I awoke in a cold room, hunched on the floor beside a black and empty grate, the clock striking three, and the siren howling overhead.

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
Waking from a winter’s dream
Who was speaking to me then?
Angels, bright, while demons slip
Me thoughts on which they hope I’ll trip,
Have guarded me again.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme of quoting the last line of a book of our choice and writing a poem on it.

Tall Grass

Lost Somewhere Between H and Og

Some elements are shiny,
Others not so much.
And some no matter how they try
To hypnotize I don’t know why
I’m charmed yet love their touch.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of the periodic elements. If Og isn’t the last element, replace it with whatever is. Since I missed the Mister Linky deadline, I am also linking it to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Lake Michigan in the Fall

New World

Gehenna is a garbage dump
From where those there could see
Heaven, new Jerusalem,
Above, majestically.

I saw it on the sidewalk,
A rusting, one-edge blade.
I picked it up and wrapped it up
And threw the blade away.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme “New World”.

Picked Up and Wrapped With the First Line of the Poem
Folded Over With Jottings and Sealed


Autumn echoes summer.
It echoes winter too.
May I echo only good
In what I choose to do.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Merril hosts with the theme “echo”. I hope this echoes the prompt.

Autumn Snow


Fearless since what’s there to fear
Yet fearful of what might appear
But likely won’t. With death around
May Christmas cheer help hope abound.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Laura Bloomsbury is hosting with a list of words ending in ‘less’ to include in a poem along with, hopefully, “a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!” I picked the word ‘fearless’.

Framed by Remaining Leaves

Surreal Rhyming Nonsense

Today what rhymes may seem surreal
With culture preaching, “People, Kneel.
Meter’s there to mess your mind.
You dared to look? Then dare to find."

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme ‘surreal’. I don’t know if this poem is surreal or not but it makes significantly less sense now than it did when I wrote it a few minutes ago so perhaps it is.

Yellow Umbrellas