springtime convention
birds whisper lessons of life
we need to listen
desert sun leaves diamonds
in unexpected places
sweet summer garlands
sky sketches for me
brush-strokes blend, bend and suspend
where do colours go?
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Images: Michelle Beauchamp
waves are winking, teasing
making my heart sing silly
each one feeding the void
I am soaked, featherweight
vulnerable, alive
this infinite lake
will swallow you whole
if you let it
I let it nibble
A pier in Lake Michigan. Key word “in” as the Great Lakes hit record high water levels.
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I remember swaying to the cricket beat
As midnight moon spilled her light
Grass-tickled, pickled with dreams
Free falling into the raven-black night
Dreams fizzle and fade like stone-grey tides
I am still star-stunned, staring at the skies
And as I embrace this velvety void
My heart will still dance with the fireflies
“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep”
– As I walked out one Midsummer morning –
Laurie Lee
A late response to Laura Bloomsbury’s Poetic prompt,
” Literary Alchemy with Laurie Lee”.
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I have peddled my pain
to the wind
sifted and sorted my sins
burrowed down deep while
the storm passed
I am earth-toned and wild
nature’s own child
sun-smitten
star-bright and steadfast
made of blessings and blunders
I refuse to go under
this life was born of my rubble
I am not trouble
I am evergreen whispers
dewdrops at dawn
weaves of ivy out of control
sassy saplings, trees of old
I am whole
Originally written for “Women Speak”, a project by Nancy Smith. I was inspired by her beautiful painting, “From the Depths of Earth”. To see more of her work, visit
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Crow flies, dark-voweled tongue
Heaven-circling for day’s prey
I lay here miffed and muffle-toed
At the caw of the wild
His bell-voice, nothing left to imagine
But another scythe-eyed squawk
I’d rather be lark-high in the maples
Moon-blown and star-struck
Slightly enlightened
By the ogle of the owl-light
For Open Link Night hosted by Frank and a late response to Poetics: love the words by Laura Bloomsbury. She asked us to use at least four of Dylan Thomas’s hyphenated compound words and any amount of his other literary techniques. Image credit: pixabay.com
Daydreams are only murmurs
Moments wasted
Wishes tossed and scattered
Do they ever really matter?
In the gloaming, my thoughts echo
Meticulous musing
Repetitive rants
This, my evening dance
Nightfall stars my skies in words
I pluck them one by one, as they become
My constellations, revelations
These are my epiphanies
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Where did your light come from?
Did you ever moon gaze under muted skies?
Did nature stir your soul?
I picked a flower for you today and wondered
Watching white floaties sailing into
Dandelion dreams and it seems
We never touched on this
For Open Link Night. Grace is our host. It is a pleasure to welcome Sarah Connor to the dVerse team. She was our lovely host for this week’s Poetics , introducing us to the artwork of Fay Collins for inspiration.
Image credit: Fay Collins
She liked her eggs sunny side up
Runny……
… running away
Like she always did
She poked the yolks
Releasing them, releasing her
From destinies and obligations
Yellow trickles of madness
Ooooozing……
Soaking grainy plateaus on her plate
Mesas she never climbed
The people left behind
Standing there
Like the salt and pepper shakers
Stoically staring her down
This.. a mere snippet of it all
Life served on a platter
Exchanged for prices
And slices of her heart
She toyed with the lettuce
Lifting it, loathing it
A worthless embellishment
Wilting…
Dying in front of her
Like all the rest
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Originally written for a poetic prompt in 2015 where we were challenged by Claudia Schoenfeld to write layered poetry.
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We create our own castles
Brick by brick
We build walls
High enough to obscure faces
And far away places
Pain and anguish muffled
By our own missions
We wonder but don’t worry
Slow down from our hurry
Only to throw a few pennies
Or thoughts without physically
Touching a soul
We wait for peace like we’re
Waiting for the sun to
Burn holes through mortar
Did we forget how to open a door?
Poem written by Mish
Photo credit: Candace Kubinec
Sharing with Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.
Candy and I have worked together for over a year on a project we call “Collaboration for Peace”. We have been inspired by each others photos, writing poems that ponder and promote peace in our world or within ourselves. It has been an amazing experience and I am blessed to have shared it with such a wonderful person and poet.
This post was “Collaboration for Peace – 29” posted back in July. We only have a few more to go as we’re determined to reach our goal of 52. We post every Sunday and will return after the holidays.
PEACE!
Then we are the heartless
His eyes, cimmerian pools
Conscious waters we dare not tread
His words, rendered null and void
And so he holds the sign
Of failure, defined
As if guilty of existence
Beaten by this steel wool system
Of surface scratchers
Mirrored and jagged
Buffing them up
To send them back out
Dead people live on this street
Like the gray of pigeons, pecking
For rations of sweet sanity
Between dagger eyes
And swift kicks
Tears siphoned back from the edge
Hold more truth than sorrow
Tiny little diamonds
Of the highest clarity
Squinting, scanning for prospects
The sun exposes his lines
A tally of tragedies
His glance, as empty as pockets
Races past the la-de-da
Seeking one heart, unbiased
One heart that drops the dollar
Without assuming it’s next exchange
And as it free falls to the pavement
He struggles to remember
How it felt to not be treated
Like a modern day leper
Sharing this with dVerse ~ Open Link Night
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From the abyss, I will emerge
Stand before myself, drained and hallow
Stare at the surface, rippled and shallow
I have been here before
Facing shadows
Gasping for air
As the sun dances on waves
I have been here before
In temped waters, soft and salty
Floating on falacies
And misunderstandings
Bidding farewell
Lost meanings travel the tide
Currents are destined to ride
With freighters and greater things
But I will meet with the ocean floor
Where life begins again
One breath, arms weightless
I will become one with life’s blood
Until my hands find the rocks
And my heart finds the courage
To rise up again
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I set sail without you
Into seas of rebellion
Waving white flags
At pilfering pirates
On quests for
Golden hearts
There was no good-bye
It was assumed that
You were you and
I was I
The sea swelled and took you
And I cursed not the wind
But your timing as I was
Left pining for words
Tossed and turned
Lost and churned
Into the brine
There was no good-bye
It was assumed that
You were you and
I was I
Sharing this with Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub, in response to Abhra’s poetic prompt, “Unintended Farewells”.
Blue eyed boy boards a train
For northern lakes
And goodness sakes
For it trickles through his veins
Bending west along prairies
Crystal clear tributaries
Open mind steady
As the rails that carry him
And these winds beckon gently
As his gaze takes him further
Than his blue eyes can see
Past the pine and tamarack
More than transcontinental
This journey, monumental
A junction met
Between roots and risk
~
Written for dVerse – Open Link Night using Bill’s poetic prompt “All Aboard” where we were asked to write about trains.
Curried carrot soup in the crock pot
Peach berry crisp bubbling in the oven
This is my morning
Its sixty four degrees and perfect weather
To watch the geese come in
For a spectacular landing over the pond
But that is not where my heart is
I am blind as autumn guides me through
The rituals of raking and baking
Buying squash at the market
Pinching off the mums that are wilting
Because I don’t have enough sun in my yard
I don’t have enough sun in my life
It is all a facade when there are no
Mouths to feed and no laughter kicking
Up the leaves
That was my yesterday
Little jean jackets, mischievous smiles
I brace myself for the cold
That never fails to surprise me
Half way through October
Even though it’s never left
Since you did
~
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse , an opportunity to share anything, but when Marina Sofia mentioned Fall, this one evolved quickly.
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