I let my thoughts run wild
through flaxen fields, sun-kissed
they had my blessing
so they dove naked
into cloud dollops
whispered secrets to the wind
followed the flight of the loon
plucking stars, poking moon
I watch them wave to me
grinning, teasing but I
coax them back into jars
of ordinary, one by one
labeling them logic, tragic
dramatic, sporadic
screw the lid tight on panic
and I wait for another day
to fly
It’s Open Link Night. I am your host. You can link up ONE poem of your choice.
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
For Open Link Night at dVerse. Grace is our host!
Originally written for a poetic prompt in 2015 where we were challenged by Claudia Schoenfeld to write layered poetry.
If you are new to dVerse, OLN is an opportunity to share one poem with other poets in a welcoming, non-judgemental environment. We would love to have you join us. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
Cumulus clouds blacken
As I lay here staring
At the underside of maple leaves
Oh sweet tempered breeze
Are you my only comfort
Before the storm?
~
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
~
Written for dVerse where we are working on layered poetry.
Winter waves its arms
Blowing white smoke
Outside my door
Rattling the latch
As we batten down the hatch
Snow squalls
Life stalls
Tires spin tales
Of neglected snow shovels
Underestimated forecasts
And unhelpful neighbours
~
Winter smirks as you
Predictably marvel
At what you’ve seen
So many times
Muddled and mystified by
Sparkling glaze
Blinding haze
Shadows sprawled
Over welcoming, white canvass
Trees bound and burdened
With nature’s business
mishunderstood 