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.
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.
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.
Gather my emotions here
Where they’re sheltered from my fear,
Where a rich serenity
Holds me like a friend who’s near.
When snow rests upon the bloom
May it see beyond the tomb.
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lillian. The 44-word poem must contain some variation of the word “gather”. The form I am using is a variation on the rubaiyat which I will be featuring this Thursday.
Photos: “Gathering of Blue Blooms and Snow”, above, “Spring Beginnings”, below.
Perfect as an egg-round sign
Smoothly futures realign
With whatever comes our way–
Dreaming, waking, walking play.
Take my hand till you have grown.
Soon you will walk on your own.
Fortune will be yours to keep.
Mine was blessed to guard your sleep.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “egg”. The form of this poem is a tanaga.
Photos: “Lake”, above, and “River”, below.
Every candle shows its flame,
Burning wax, reheating blame.
Maybe it is all the same
When the end upturns the game.
When the end sets up the fall
Will my candle scatter all
Flickers fighting in a brawl?
Fire the passion. Free what’s small.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts with the theme word “fire”. I used the tanaga form for this poem after reading a poem last week by Bekkie Sanchez.
Photos: “Winter Scene with Morning Sun”, above, and “Winter Scene with Afternoon Sun”, below.
Winter blows the blue flames out.
Those living will move on.
Memories are all about.
Some graying dreams are gone.
The Sun may burn but we are cold.
With Spring we hesitate.
Perhaps in time we may feel bold.
Now we rest and wait.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday with theme word “burn”. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting.
Photos: “Fruit Waiting”, above, and “Waiting for Spring”, below.