Up and down, round and round,
See the wonders on the ground,
Soaring beauty full of sky,
Full of gratitude and I
Will praise the truthfulness of light
Seeking dawn through darker night
When evening coolness hints of love
Up and down, beyond above.
The morning Sun begins to rise
As dawn rebirths the light.
Those colors I remember well.
They leave the dark with night.
When I awake I sense surprise -
Another day to see,
Another chance to get it right
Or not if that should be.
No one knows why my troll’s bad.
I think because he’s rarely glad
When someone wandering passes by.
I cross his bridge and yell out, “Hi!”
He blames me then for being there -
“Being noisy everywhere!”
He’s justified to shout at me,
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. I am hosting with the word “troll”. Come join us with a 44-word poem using the word “troll” in some form in the poem.
I practice breathing given air.
It doesn’t matter that I like
To spike what’s real with worries where
What’s unreal gets the loudest mike.
Sometimes practicing goes slow
Wondering if I’ll ever know
How to breathe. I’d rather not.
Mindlessly I breathe a lot.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson is hosting with theme work “spike”.
Not the branch nor the tree
Dancing leaves majestically
Do their small but useful part
To green the ground with mystery.
The wind may kiss us on the fly.
We catch caresses from the sky.
Sublimely structural - stay low
To aim our treasures high.
Beneath soft covers steeped in dreams
Sleep reveals golden schemes
Left from sharper, warmer day
When calmer night with moonlight beams.
Oceans deepen. High waves spray.
Bounce the ball as children play.
Nothing need be as it seems.
No one turns their own away.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms – the Rubaiyat. I like short tetrameter lines and how the AABA rhyme scheme allows the quatrains to be interconnected based on sound.
The tone of words one now cannot erase,
The texture of an isolated place,
The thoughts of cheer one thought one had before
Turn into thoughts of prison evermore.
Rejoice. That promise heard about midnight
Was not a dream but dawning of new light.