The box presents its mystery—
We open hoping we may see
What’s hidden, true or otherwise,
Disguised by sides of secrecy.

And so

Disguised by sides of secrecy.
What’s hidden, true or otherwise,
We open hoping we may see—
The box presents its mystery.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) with the prompt word “Box”. The poem is a kind of “reverse” poem. Some of its lines, but not necessarily all of them, are repeated in reverse order. I will be featuring this form on Thursday at dVerse.

Photos: “Skyscape”, above, “White Blossoms White Clouds”, below. Think of them as boxed in by the cloudy sky.

White Blossoms White Clouds


The puzzle I am working on
Likely won’t get done.
Too many pieces might be lost–
I find another one!

My puzzles rest when I’m asleep.
The day has lost its light.
Like a child may angels keep
Me safe through day or night.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting and the prompt word is “puzzle”.

Photos: “Yellow Smiles”, above, “Evergreen Green”, below.

Evergreen Green


The itch grinned just a scratch away
Like monsters edging up my skin
Who wanted in perhaps to play
Perhaps to lead my mind astray
And if I let the itch proceed
What would it need to turn today
Into a dVerse birthday wish?

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Grace is hosting and we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary. The quadrille word is “itch”. The poem is also a septet, a seven-line poem on any topic, which I will be featuring on Thursday to keep the party going.

Photos: “Colorado Springs Garden of the Gods”, above, and “On the Road to Cripple Creek”, below.  They are an itch to travel back there someday.

On the Road to Cripple Creek


I cycle on and miss the trees.
They laugh more mindfully than me.
It’s you I’m on this bike to see.

With any end the sun may bring
There will be some old song to sing
And some to dip us fresh in spring.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk with the theme word “cycle”.

Photos: “Circle of White”, above, and “Fern”, below”.


Cobblestone Fear

Fear is round like cobblestones
Hampering my feet.
It looks as dead as dried-white bones.
It needs no more to eat.

I feed it nonetheless and so
It grows to my chagrin.
When it bursts that’s when I know
My breath flows free again.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday. De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) is hosting and the word is “cobble”. I am also linking this to Jilly’s “Day 4 of 28 Days of Unreason” featuring poetry by Jim Harrison.

Photos: “Maple Lit by Streetlight”, above, and “Light and Dark”, below.

Light and Dark


Days drip gray upon my head.
My heart runs red like rain
That ever flows while living goes
Through pleasant breathing pain.
Would I knew why skies turned blue
And kept me safe from harm
I’d ever praise these rain-gray days
Extending youthful charm.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk. The word for the quadrille is “rain”.

Photos: “Morning After Night Showers”, above, and “Gray Day with Waves”, below.

Gray Day with Waves


This muddle takes its time to clear
All through my mind soaked haze.
If this breeze would calm my fear,
I’d choose to praise these days.

Should something else turn out to be
Fitting for eternity
May that with praise be right with me.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting today with the word “muddle”.

Photos: “Awakening with Green”, above, and “Underneath a Willow Tree”, below.

Underneath a Willow Tree