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The Freeze

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In winter’s doom, the rain awaits

For torchlight moon, to rise, elate

A myst of diamond pellets prance

Begins in waves, accumulates

 

In dreams of green and blossom blast

Awakened by the snow of last

We shiver, quake in arctic breath

And slip and slide to portals past

 

 

In response to “Poetics: Games Night” where Sarah has asked us “to choose 3 names from the list of computer game names below, and somehow or other wrangle them into a poem.”  I have incorporated five of them into this Rubaiyat, which I will also link to our most recent challenge in Poetry Forms.

 

Notes: The rhyme scheme is AABA. I did not choose to use the unrhymed B line sound from the first quatrain as the main rhyming sound in the next quatrain, therefore it is not interlinking. This is an option for the form.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Shallows

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I gather dreams here

where withered leaves lay steepless

seesawing on the surface

of the pond

blue heron freezes for the hunt

I watch his stilt legs bend slightly

swift snap, a sun-blessed breakfast

fish wriggles before the great swallow

my dreams are cast

 

 

It’s Quadrille time at dVerse Poets Pub. I am pleased to be your host as we “steep” 44 words into a poem. Join us at 3 p.m. EST

 

Collaboration for Peace – 50

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Photo: Mish

 

Dreams of Peace

 

we hang our dreams from
broken branches of hope
where they flutter listlessly
until the breath of peace
whispers aside the clouds
and we dream once more

 

© Candace Kubinec

 

Check out more of Candy’s poetry at rhymeswithbug.com

New Mexico

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Pieces of my heart

Wait for me here

Where time has chiseled rock

Like a sculptor

Offering masterpieces to the heavens

But they’ve seen it

And I feel like an angel

Poised and perched upon a mesa

Waiting for my wings

Wondering how I ever knew

What the sun was

Until I felt it here

Warming every pore of my skin

 

My thoughts run deep

Into canyons where they dance

With shadow and light

Reflecting dreams transpired

Before they were ever dreams

I inhale the sweet scent

Of pinon pine and cedar

The stillness moves me

Silence embraces me

Reality chases me

But I will be back because

Pieces of my heart

Wait for me here

 

For dVerse poetics, “Adventures in Traveling”.

Head Trip

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Her thoughts drifted
With shaving cream clouds
Reshaping themselves
Like her dreams

Baby blue backgrounds
Beckoned her
Softer landings
Welcomed her
With raspberry tarts
And bubble milk tea

Embracing the orb of night
She took to the sky

S   l   o   w   l   y

Rising gracefully
To the stars

 

 

 

De is hosting over at dVerse Poets Pub today. We are writing quadrilles of exactly 44 words incorporating the word “bubble”. Fun stuff!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Now

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time does not freeze frame

wings not wasted meet the sun

dreams happen in flight

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/now/

 

Earthly and Heavenly Conversations

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sand castle

 

“Hey! I can make my own waves in the water!”

      “Where are your shoes? I told you no.”

“But look…”

      “I told you NO.”

“Ok, I’m getting my shoes…oh I have to stop to get all this sand off my feet.”

      “Where is your towel? I told you to bring your towel.”

“I forgot it.”

      “Don’t pick that up. It’s dirty.”

“It’s just a straw, for my flagpole on my sand castle.”      

      “Put it down. Now!”

“But I want it. I need it. The flag is the best part.”

 

 

“So, by the way…I made my own waves in this world.”

      “How did you do that? I told you no.”

“Just look.”

      “You didn’t listen. That is good.”

“ I always listened to you….always did what you said until I was tired of wiping the sand off my feet. I needed to feel it.”

      “You threw in the towel? I dreamt of your success, your master’s degree in…something. “

“Oh I know…I have never forgotten your dreams.”      

       “I was afraid of failure…mine, yours…yours being mine.”

“I remember one time when I was little and we were at the beach… I couldn’t build my sand castle because I needed a straw and you said it was dirty. The straw was part of my…”

      “I know….part of your creation, your idea. Are you still making sand castles?”

“Yes, Dad. Every day that I can. I want them. I need them…and my ideas are the best part.”

 

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When Victoria C. Slotto at dVerse  challenged us to incorporate dialogue into our poetry, I was surprised and overwhelmed when this prompt took me on a very personal journey.