Gentle breeze flutters voile curtains
as wizened arms embrace tenderly.
Daytime slips into night
as apricot sun colors fading sky.
Sharing at dVerse today — Grace is hosting Open Link Night.
Come on over and see what others are sharing!
happiness
A Letter to George
Dear Dream Maker,
aaI wanted to be a Rockette.
aaStand in a long line,
aahigh kicking my way through life
aain sequins and spotlights.
aaNever mind.
aaThe two step with you
aahas been just fine.
Love,
Lillian
Written for day 17 in a 21-day class with Holly Wren Spaulding. Prompt: write about what you wanted to be and why. Use short lines.
Ode to a Child
Oh my little one, smile and play,
such simplicity and purity of heart.
Would that I could splash you,
bring soft waters of joy
this day and forevermore.
Hosting dVerse for Tuesday Poetics — a virtual pub for those who enjoy working with words and creating poetry. Today, I’m asking folks to find a sculpture that inspires them — and then to write in the voice of that sculpture — become either the artist who created the piece, or the subject of the sculpture. Don’t tell us about the sculpture, rather take on its voice. Come on over and see what others do — or how about joining us and lending your voice too? Photo from Stan Hywet Hall and Gardens, Akron, Ohio.
Star Song
one star per dance
beneath the sliver moon
come with me and be my love
one star per dance
one star per dance
your lips and mine shall meet
bodies meld together
one star per dance
one star per dance
look up and know my love
the galaxy forevermore
one star per dance
It’s Poetic Tuesday at dVerse and Mish asks us to become songwriters today, remembering to “lighten up our phrases to make them singable” — use repetition, create a refrain. I’ll leave you to make up the tune! 🙂 Photo from pixabay.com
New Day
Reminded not too long ago that life is transitory, I begin each day in a slow deliberate way. After padding into our galley kitchen in slippers and robe, a morning ritual begins. Paper cone unfolded, fits inside the top half of a glass carafe. Five carefully measured tablespoons of fresh ground beans are placed inside. Two and one-third cups of boiling water held aloft, I pour just enough to saturate the grounds. And then I count. One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three. Moist grounds aerate thirty seconds as I lean in to inhale. Water held aloft again, ever so slowly poured, counterclockwise. Dark liquid foams and slowly seeps into the glass carafe. Filter empties, save wet brown clinging to its sides. Paper sieve discarded, I pour steaming hot elixir into a white ceramic mug. Anticipation rising, I pad my way to the study and sit for that first sip. Eyes closed, savoring the taste and scent. And now, journal and pen in hand, I write. Thankful for this new day.
Coffee beans grown in hot sun
roasted to robust, slowly brewed,
nature’s wake-up call.
It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse! Today Toni asks us to write a Quotidian. Quotidian means daily — refers to something that happens daily or that we use daily.
16 Words in my City World
blinking window lights
‘gainst darkening city scape
nondiscriminating fire flies
summer, spring and winter skies
View from our Boston deck at night.
Merry Me Not
Carnival merry-go-rounds go
round and round and up and down.
My knot-so-merry-tummy goes
round and round and up
and down and urp [sic] it goes,
paint me calliope green.
Written for dVerse Tuesday Poetics where CC is tending bar. The topic of conversation is “even monkeys fall from trees.” CC asks us to write about mistakes we’ve made – can be humorous or serious. Well, I learned the hard way — I never ride on merry-go-rounds! Photo credit: Richard Styles
A Step Through Time
Ah youth
tis so hard to say goodbye.
Twirl the rope instead of jump
avoid the puddles instead of stomp.
Piggy bank replaced by credit card,
stiff joints and aging spots.
The antidote is children’s laughter,
hugs and kisses, daring do,
dragons, dollies and make-believe.
Clocks turn magically backwards,
surround sounds of silliness
in gramma’s visits to Neverland .
Written for dVerse Poets’ Pub: Abhra tending bar asks us to write a poem about a temporary goodbye. Just back from a family visit — and a return to my writing — I thought this appropriate! Various photos of me and grandkids — they do keep me young! 🙂
For a friend…
Passionate quilter,
tiny stitches galore
cacophony of color.
Love migrates
from fingers to cloth.
Character sketch written for dVerse Poets’ Pub. Photo credit: Jonathan M
Believe
Oh ye of jaded belief,
walk these greening woods
and you shall see the signs.
Mushroom thrones beside
fiddlehead playground slides.
Muhly grass, pink pillow puffs
placed ‘neath frills of ferns.
Look with open heart
and you shall find,
the fairy sprites of yore.
A quadrille (44 words) written for dVerse Poet’s Pub where Grace asks us to use the word “green” within our poem. Photos from various hikes we’ve taken.
lillian the home poet 