the leaving that approaches relentlessly.
Live and love now,
for there will be a day
without a morrow.
Thankful for every day.
seasons
Summer
banana popsicle me
sticky fingers and chin
hopscotch me
chalked up sidewalk
and banged up knees
fireflies me
off and on orbs
in my back yard
beach me
squiggly toes
in wet rippled sand
remembering
sweet days of youth.
Garden Scene
sunflowers
instinctively gaze toward warmth
nature’s weather vanes
Bouquet Me
tulips dip and sway
seasonal ballet
scheming
upcoming soiree
daffodil foreplay
beaming
flower me I pray
utterly risque
gleaming
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today we’re asked to write a Lai: an old form of telling tales – a 9 line poem with an aabaabaab rhyme scheme where the a lines have 5 syllables and the b lines have 2 syllables. I give you a springtime tale of love! Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come on over and imbibe some words!
Twiglet #26
Plants green
bloom beautiful
dry themselves to seed.
Inside-out they sow themselves
to green and bloom again.
Written for Misky’s Twiglets. Two word prompt given this week, “inside” and “out” to spark a thought, a phrase, a poem. The shorter the better, hence the name twiglet. Photo: taken last year on the Rose Kennedy Greenway in Boston.
Spring Greeting
Windows open to spring,
soft breeze rustles lace curtains.
Backyard crocus peek about
as lawn greens ‘neath lemon sun.
Down comforter billows on clothesline,
and one feather floats gracefully
toward cirrus clouds above.
My granddaughter and I are trading poetry prompts each month. For April, she asked that I write a poem using the word “gracefully.” Stella is 10.
Glorious!
Sunshine on my Sunday.
Prayers of thanksgiving
for this and every day.
What Is Shall Be Was
Shadows tread in life’s past.
Embers gleam red passion,
pale to ashen grey.
Ship wakes sink into oblivion.
Sand dollars, once much more.
Daguerrotypes.
Faces unknown
posed in serious countenance,
fade frozen in corroded frames.
Vestigial pock marks upon the earth.
Life marches forward
directionally unaware,
into the past.
Written for Open Link Night at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. April is national poetry month so drop by to imbibe some words with us – or better yet, step up to the bar, no prompt on OLN. It’s an opportunity to share as you wish! Bar opens at 3:00 PM Boston time. Photo in public domain.
Seasonal Haiku
spring upstaged again
winter has its last hurrah –
robin dreams in snow
Winter storm came to the New England states yesterday. Mother Nature’s April Fools’ Day prank!
Mountain Haiku
earth sheds detritus
clutter clutched in melting snow –
rivers cascade spring
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets from across the globe where today, Paul is tending bar and asks us to write about rivers. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come river dance with us!
lillian the home poet 