Tag: #dversepoets

Box

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

Faulty Intuition

My intuition —
Got it wrong — but then,
“…I’m sorry…”.
I trust it once again.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of punctuation in particular em-dashes and ellipses. I tried to use both above.

Photos: “Corn and Clouds”, above, and “Storm Clouds Over Cemetery”, below. Taken near Rensselaer, Indiana, prior to a meeting yesterday of the Prairie Writers Guild.

Storm Clouds Over Cemetery

Silence

Silence doesn’t make us lonely.
Accusations do.
May the times of silence only
Help those broken to renew.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Dwight is hosting with the theme “Silence”. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Chipmunk”, above, “Geese”, below.

Geese

Puzzle

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

Stones

Golden stones don’t bother me.
I want true light not flashiness.
When light comes forward like a kiss
And greets me with the shock of this
May golden steps rise gracefully.

Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.  Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting.  Here’s an opportunity to link up one poem of your choice.

Photos: “Sunlight Through a Tree”, above, and “Stone Steps”, below.

Stone Steps

Innocence

Connected by a daisy chain
Fragile bonds release the pain
That separates us. Now we know
With innocence fresh love may grow.

Forgiveness brightened up the dark
And drove the shadows from the park
Where daisies dance, wind blown, and we
Are bonded, blessed with empathy.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Focusing on One of Them”, above, “Blue and Red on a Blanket of Green”, below. Hopefully they are somewhere in the bonded and blessed daisy family.

Blue and Red on a Blanket of Green

Deadly Sins

Constraints from sinning turn their screws in me.
I sleep to see fresh dreams of a new birth
Where everything I do was meant to be
And not to amplify my own self-worth.
If ever there’s a heaven for this earth,
And even if I’m not permitted in,
May praise be given for forgiven sin.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya presents the theme of the seven deadly sins (and corresponding virtues). It is also a septet, a seven line poem, which I will be featuring again on Thursday for Meeting the Bar. All of these sevens are here because this week we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary.

Because of the theme of forgiveness at the end I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. Her blog reminds me of the power of forgiveness. Without her influence that last line may well have been different.

Photos: “Heavenly Green Touched by Red”, above, and “Two Ants Many Flowers”, below.

Two Ants Many Flowers

Itch

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