Closing one eye
I am not winking
I am blinded by sunlight
Posing on one leg
I am not avian
I am practicing yoga
Singing the blues
I am not downhearted
I am indigo
Closing both eyes
I am not tired
I am listening
The Monday afternoon dVerse challenge from WhimsyGizmo is to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “wink”.
Early autumn is gone,
dried leaves scattered,
marigolds dead from frost,
yet, Sun sparkles ochre colours,
pulses from behind grey clouds,
at night, waxing Moon lingers low,
two matches striking,
begging sparks of happiness
from cold bones who mourn
that what has been departs.
A quadrille (a 44-word poem) for dVerse Poets Pub using the word ‘early’.
Autumn leaves scatter on the sidewalk a block from home
Back from a first day of school inhaling musty maple
Cool breeze, long sleeves, polished shoes and a flutter of news
Days of firsts dangling fresh books, a new teacher and friends
Etched in memory, each September of slanting light
Fuel for a spirit treading toward dark December nights.
Lillian at dVerse challenged us to write an ‘Alphabet Sestet’, a six-line poem using any consecutive series of alphabet letters to commence each line. I went with ABCDEF.
sunken steps of stone,
history rustling in the trees,
nothing but worn footholds left,
when those who remember are gone
the universe sighs final breaths,
ripples of joy and sorrow.
This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:
sunken steps of stone
under ancient canopy
The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.
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into the ‘fiery wind’ what would I say?
scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks…
this heaviness of breath, this seeping energy
if I ask…
will you admit your unspoken truth?
or brush it off with a laugh?
next time, I may speak.
This is a quadrille (poem of 44 words) using the dVerse prompt word ‘quick’. Thanks and credit must go to Jane Dougherty whose use of the phrase ‘words in the fiery wind’ in a recent poem, inspired me to write today.
There are cicada calls
down at the park,
the intermittent kind.
A long high buzz
followed by a gap.
High court in the trees
with nasal drones
tight as a wire.
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Summer takes another bow,
bright echoes of her flaming rays
all her glitter now shimmers gold
Silken wings flirt and flutter
a shy gobbler wanders from the bush
cicadas call and every hour
a fresh generation chimes
It’s never over
For dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Twisted Adages