Paint me a rose garden
petal by petal
thorn by thorn
a microcosm of life.
A primrose kind of gal
petite with pastel temper,
wed to a brooding man,
morose and prickly by nature.
They live in a rosemål house,
flowers etched in love.
It’s quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets’ Pub with Bjorn tending bar. He asks us to write a quadrille (poem of 44 words) using the word rose (primrose, morose, rosemal). Photo is an example of the Norwegian art of rosemal.
I still look at it.
On birthdays and occasional winter days,
when the snow swirls
and makes the windows glazed.
I wanted to keep moments of you
for you to meet, much later in life.
Lock of hair, corn silk fine.
Stick figures with circle knees
drawn by pudgy hands.
First this and first that.
A young mother’s notes.
Faded ink and colors smudged,
spine too thin for all within.
I wanted to keep moments of you
for you to meet, much later in life.
Written for a June challenge from Holly Wren Spaulding’s class: write about something you saved for someone else.
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!
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.
Wind chimes make chance music,
moved by shifting air.
Invisible breeze soothes hot passion.
Harmony resounds.
Talk to me not of death and fear
as time stands by and waits for me.
For I must leave you now my dear
these last few steps for me alone.
So as I lie with sleep so near,
harken my dear and you shall hear
celestial song and angels’ wings,
their comfort meant for you they sing.
Let go your hand, let go your tears
and tell me please that I may pass.
Take comfort in our childrens’ care
our love lives on, embodied there.
Written for dVerse, Victoria minding the bar, asking us to write in meter, creating a particular mood. Very new to me — meter = stressed syllables. Trying to achieve meter without sacrificing the sense and flow of the words. I’ll be honest. I find this very taxing and difficult. But — I’m happy with how this turned out, and I think it’s in trochaic tetrameter: 4 stressed syllables in an 8 syllable line. Always learning with dVerse!
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.
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
Tis the waking in the dark. Hand to chest feels ribcage move. Head cocked, hears slight puff from lips. Tis a daily night time wakening. Assured, rest returns.
nature electrifies the sky
streaks of night light reassure
her creatures rest calmly in the rain
A haibun written as a Quotidian. Toni is tending bar at dVerse Poet’s Pub and defines Quotidian as an ordinary happening. Of course, the ordinary happenstance differs from person to person — so drop on by dVerse and read the various takes on this prompt! Or join in, and write one yourself.
Off kilter days,
two steps behind.
Hazy, out of synch,
since you left my side.
Photo Credit: Johanna Jlungblom
lillian the home poet 