Change In the Wind

Change In the Wind

You will go wherever
the wind blows.
Wings stretch slightly bowed
pivoting North then East in limbo.
Some new view
seen in a new hue.
Without leaving the joint
you’re always on the turning point.

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Spending St.Patty’s spinning out poetry about the wind at dVerse Pub for #Poetics. Grace is pulling pints and bloggers single-handedly.

An Offering

In all sincerity the following poem is an offering of thanks to Brian Miller, Claudia Schoenfeld, and all of the dVerse pub tenders that have provided our poems a poetic easel to prop up our poems and a sense of belonging.  It is also a thank you to Bjorn Rudberg and all for taking the tap’s helm.

It has been a true gift to have dVerse and the dVersers that frequent this fine virtual space. Thank you all!

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An Offering

A connection
in verse
for the sake of form,
function, or to deform
an archaic gaze
of the could be wrong.

A tap on the shoulder
a nudge to try
throwing voice
to virtual stars.

It all happens here
while straddling wild breaks
and syllabic rhymes.

What at first gaze
appear as images in sound
are much more
renderings given life.

It is #OLN at the dVerse pub tonight and Claudia shakes a mean martini of image and sound. Come join the fun!

Sunrise

Sunrise

Sunrise - Totomai Martinez http://www.totomai.net

Sunrise – Totomai Martinez
http://www.totomai.net

In waves
the sun tiptoes
and sinks into footprints
left in soft sand.

In a gull’s cry
echoes carry.
Lovers come together
on the strand.

Yesterday leaves
with the tide
to bring the future —
glistening footholds.

Tonight at the dVerse Poetics Mary is serving up the inspiring photography of Totomai Martinez. Come and join the fun and art.

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.

Whispers

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Whispers

Hand cupped to an ear
tiny hairs tickle
as whispers pass.
Eyes turn to saucers
as eyebrows take flight
and imaginations soar.
Could it be true?

Swimming fish

Abhra is at the tap serving up tonight Poetics and we are all keeping our secrets.

Over Our Tables

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Over Our Tables

Rarely the main attraction
yet often the first reached for
Arepas, baguettes, bagels, bammy,
naan, challah, chapati,
tortillas, himbasha,
lefse, focaccia, and scones.
Their crumbs fall
leaving our tables flaky
with grains leavened and not
even salty or sweet.
Loaves crisp from hot dry ovens
or rolls soft with gluten
stretched and allowed to rise
or beaten flat and charred
from raw flames.

Beyond the wars we pick,
the souls we harvest with hate,
the justified cruelty & atrocities
sworn in God’s name.
We fill our stomaches
and chase away heartaches
over our tables
of broken breads
slices
of religion,
custom
and humanity
baked in our hearths
before we pray for peace.

 

Written and shared for dVerse Poetics  Grace is tending the bar, come pull up a chair and break some bread with us. 😉

Planet’tude

Image taken from: http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/hubble/science/pluto-20100204.html

Image taken from:
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/hubble/science/pluto-20100204.html

Jupiter talking to Saturn

Planet’tude

Psst Saturn did you hear
Pluto’s back on the list.
Planet Power Baby!
Plucky little humans
Please! We’re not down with their
Planetary banter
Patronizing Panzóns.

I’m playing with the dVerse poets for meeting the bar. Vandana Sharma is teaching us a new (to me at least) form called Pleiades. It is great fun. The form has a one word title, seven lines that start with the same letter as the title and are six syllables long.

Repetition & Rhythm

Day 14 (Write a poem that uses at least two different forms of repetition.)

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Repetition & Rhythm

It’s rhythm that taps
taps those toes
To the dance floor you go
with nobody you know
the hips sway
and sway
while the mind drifts away.
It’s away your heart goes
to place only you know
eyes glaze
in love’s daze.
Low and sweet she serenades
of yesterday’s love
a love you know
held too tight
bled in the light
til you swore no more
but here you are
on the dance floor
with another, eyes doe and bright
you know your heart’s not ready
but the rhythm
is so right.

 

This poem is playing double duty. The prompt of “repetition” is part of the 31p 31d challenge and over at the dVerse pub Anthony Desmond is having us pay poetic tribute to music. “You spin me right, round, like a record baby round, round,” has already been done. So above is my contribution. Though I feel these are two prompts that need my further attention. 🙂