Early every day
Turn my mind away
From sin.
When I’m lost, astray,
Let me let you stay
Now I choose and may
Your desires display,

Linked to dVerse Poetics where M (grapeling) is hosting with the these “limbo”. It is also an example of the “lai” poetry form featured at dVerse this month.

The lai poetry form is simple. The required rhyme and syllable counts flow under various meters.

Morning Fog
Morning Fog



The she-bird sang her secret reveries
While I, moon-blown, searched the ringéd-seas.
Deep waters drummed my heaven-circling pleas
Awash with water-spoken mysteries.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury hosts with the theme of compound words used by Dylan Thomas. I picked “moon-blown”, “she-bird”, “ringed-sea”, “heaven-circling” and “water-spoken”.


Life Sustaining Water

The water's calm but storms approach. 
Their clouds will soon be high.
With future fresh and past well-spent
The birds play with the sky.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme “life sustaining water”.

Water, Birds and Soon the Sun


When the guide turned out the light
The darkness drove away the space.
Without the stars to show the night
Reality crashed in my face.

Kentucky vanished, out of sight.
This cave below became no place.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the theme of geography. This poem tries to show what can happen to the sense of geography when the lights go out.

Between Identities


Sitting, singing on the street,
Voice turned-off from drugs,
His fingers playing on and on.
They still recall an ancient song
That brought him love and hugs.


She pours her years into the child
Who digs soft, shallow sand.
He takes those years and buries them
To seed their future land.


The trolley takes me round and round
For free. I listen to the sound
Of Spanish first, some English, too.
The Sun knows what it has to do.
The sky will keep the water blue.
I board and leave the ground.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Gina is hosting with the theme of balancing identities with poetic hum. I hope between those three identities there rises a poetic hum.

Sort of Round and Sort of Not

Mardi Gras

Pleasure gets a chance to say,
"Pain may not do you much good."
Sacrifice is on its way
Doing only what it could.

Linked to dVerse Poetics with the theme of Mardi Gras.

Grass in Sunrise
Grass in Sunrise


Some signs predicted mountains soon would crash
And we would, too, like stones dropped in the deep
Where doubt takes over truth in dreamy sleep
And counting doesn’t compensate lost cash.
Those signs suggested treasured stores held trash
Since death consumes what excess we might keep.
But who needs more?  The miser, too, will weep
When life moves on for both the wise and rash.

By what we take for granted we are led
And what we give makes rich the giving hand.
The blessings she proclaimed link me to you.
I don’t remember much of what she said.
Her words I doubt I'd ever understand.
Her voice though sounded kind. May it come true.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting the the theme of harbinger.

Beautiful Day