Flood

I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.

With hope removed, sent off to sea,
The body stumbles far behind,
Soon mindless without misery,
A plaything for some nymph to find.


Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul Dear with the theme “The River”.

Looping

Ride.jpg

This ride’s worth a half hour wait.
Even longer, so don’t hesitate.
Thirty seconds of hell
Then a heavenly spell
Back in line, “Yes! The park’s open late!”


Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian with amusement park as a prompt.

Photo by the author.

Right Sized for Just Enough

The house I’m building in my head
Is either very small
Or big so it excludes no one,
An ark that holds us all.

But since I don’t know everything
And others would build, too,
That fancy house would have to be
Quite small–just what will do.


Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Sara McNulty with the prompt “DIY building”.

Photo by the author, “All of us fish in one pond”

Four Feet From My Desk

We’ve thrown so many things away
And lost so many, too,
But this one’s hanging on the wall
Reminding us when she was small
And what she used to do.

She drew a smiling figure
With ears and big, orange eyes.
With care she knew that she could dance
And lovers knew fulfilled romance.
We watched with proud surprise.


Linked to dVerse Poetics One Momento hosted by Mish.

Photo by the author

Suburban

This was a field not long ago.
Patterned houses face a street
With quarter-acre lawns or so
And landscaped trees make it complete.

The mailman stops at every home.
You’ll need a car to get somewhere.
Like stars out there we shine alone
In tiny castles all our own
But love will find friends waiting there.


Linked to dVerse Poetics – suburb poetry hosted by Oloriel.

Ego Brain Heart Self

The brain feels crueler than the beating heart.
The gut is grosser resting further down.
Not being robots we are not that smart.
Our hearts don’t understand an AI frown.

The brain helps us when there’s a need to cope,
Anticipate how we should make some move.
Our hearts beat on beyond with rhythmic hope
Way past the need to optimize or prove.

The Moon and Mars are places we have sent
These little brains to tell us what they find.
The heart goes where no robot ever went.
We’re wise to kept our precious hearts behind.

Although we’d lose a game of chess to it,
We’ve sheltered hearts with love because of it.


Linked to dVerse Have a Heart! hosted by Lillian.
Linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform.
Photo: “Heart Green Shelter” by the author.
My interest in the heart and brain connection comes from reading Rollin McCraty’s articles on the science of the heart.

The Snake and the Apple

Upon the beach we snaked wet sand
And made it long and round.
With apple placed before its face
It slithers on the ground.

Maybe there’s an Eve somewhere
And Adam by her side
Who watched us make this fancy snake
And made them smile with pride.


Written for  dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian with the challenge to create “a verb from a noun, adjective, or other word”.  I turned “snake” into “snaked” at the beginning of the poem.

I took the photo of the sand sculpture, but I do not know who made the snake. One day later it was almost completely erased by the waves.