the murmur of an ice cold heart
beats to the rhythm of decay
dehydrated dreams die
withered in February’s wind
tears will never nourish
For Frank Hubeny’s “Meeting the Bar” prompt. The theme is brevity, specifically to write a poem with no more than 5 lines. There’s still time to join in over at dVerse Poets Pub.
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Rainbowed, razzle dazzled
Poised upon lavender skies
Steady handed horizon
Sea swirls capped in stark white
Murmurs of mustard froth
Blends of blue
Southwestern hues
Neon dreams adrift
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Written for Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is our host and he has asked us to take a closer look at impressionism to incorporate it into our poetry. We are painting with words. You can too.
Some days I’d like to sail away
On diamond studded oceans blue
A dazzle of my dreams come true
Horizons stretch beyond the bay
Stars for tracing, time erasing
Surrender burdens of yesterday
Life starts with taking breaths anew
Some days I’d like to sail away
Over at dVerse, Victoria C. Slotto has introduced the Octain Refrain, originally created by an English poet by the name of Luke Prater. The rhyme scheme is A-b-b, a-c/c-a, b-a
Eight syllables per line…I may have an extra one.
I have to know
Mysteries make me mad
And wondering seems
A waste of time
When I was young I pried apart
Nature’s precious plants
To see, to feel, to know
I have to know
What’s inside and why?
What made you do
The things that you do?
Why do we follow as if
We are hollow?
What is the point
Of selfishness?
I have to know
Not why I am here
But why I don’t quite fit
Into this purposeless puzzle
We are now calling life
Children still cry
People still die
And so many watch
I have to know
Why
A first person narrative poem is the prompt today at dVerse. Victoria has given us the freedom to write from our own point of view or that of another.
I refer to dreams
Like entities when truly
They deserve description
Paradoxical mysteries of the mind?
Some things need to be left cryptic
I speak of serenity
Like I could find it on a map
GPS it in my dreams aspirations
Doldrums, lulls within the chaos
Would suffice
Hearts and havens
Thrive within phrases
And I too, fall for the obvious
Ancient shells, ancient trees
All a matter of preference
This is how I begin
“This” is a word I use often
My bona fide crutch
We, you and I
My launching pads for poetry
Conundrum
A word I would never use
Choppy, awkward
Rolls off the tongue like a rototiller
Ouch
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For dVerse Poet’s Pub, as we examine our word choices in poetry.
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