Star sparkled night sky, overhead silent scrim. Ocean’s dark calm lies before me, laps shore to sleep.
Daylight dawns bright. Gulls call to light, scene transposed. Water sparkle glistens, sun’s fairy dust upon the waves.
Photo: glistening water from our deck in Provincetown this morning.We are in the beginning of our annual two weeks in this beautiful place. Thankful for every day.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for writers across the globe. I’m hosting Tuesday Poetics today, asking people to write a poem somehow related to the sea or the ocean. Any form; any length. Simply on the topic of the ocean/sea.
In the stillness I try to quiet my mind. In the stillness I strain to hear your voice, your wisdom, your insight.
In the stillness I am aware of everyday sounds, the clock ticking, the hour chiming, the redbird chirping.
A car passes, time passes, life passes.
Stillness please come and remove all other sounds and let me hear your voice to be my guide this day.
Written by dear friend, Lindsey Ein. I inserted her words in Bing Create and it generated the image. Lindsey will read her poem aloud today at dVerse LIVE.
Come join us at dVerse LIVE today, from 10 to 11 AM New York time. You’ll find the link to join HERE. There’s an audio and video feed and folks from across the US, Pakistan, Australia and the UK have already responded that they’ll be there. Come sit in to listen…..or come read a poem of your choosing. The more the merrier!
Listen carefully, my love as we walk on cool stone slabs curving through the woods. Naturalists laid this path so others could forest bathe, basking in its mesmerizing calm.
Leaves rustle in cooling breeze. Spring waters gurgle somewhere beyond the trees. Yesterday’s rains still moisten fern fronds, brightening their myriad shades of green.
White-breasted nuthatches flit between branches. Their low-whistled notes accompany our slow meandering pace. Hand in hand we walk through serenity, our hearts, our spirits, melding into one.
Written for OLN Thursday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today, I’m hosting the pub and folks are free to post any poem of their choosing OR write a poem inspired by one of two photos I’ve provided, the above being one.
NOTE: and if you’d like to see many of our poets in action, come join us LIVE on Saturday morning, August 17th from 10 to 11 AM New York time.Click HERE,and then click on the link given for Saturday’s session. You’ll be connected to audio and video for our live session. Feel free to stop by, just to watch and listen, OR, if you’re so inclined, to read aloud any poem of your choosing. We’re a very friendly bunch. The more the merrier!
I close my eyes face tilted to sun’s warmth. I listen with my entire being. Rhythmic ocean’s waves continually roll in. Their soothing sounds existed long before me. Will exist long after me. Sea breeze ruffles hair as closed eyes see glow. Darkness in any form cannot invade this moment’s grace. This place calms my soul. I breathe in this moment. I am embraced by sun and wind and ocean, afloat in serenity.
View from our deck in Provincetown – 23rd year we’ve rented here. Poem written this morning – and yes, it is just like this. I’ve always called it our happy place. I actually think it’s more about serenity and calm.
World slips away, hands-free sailing the seas. Unbroken expanse lulls calm into being. Softly undulating waves stretch from ship’s edge to straight line – where pastel blue sky caps azure blue waters. Sparse, feather-edged clouds gently smudge the scene. My mind, my body, sigh in unison. I wish this peace for everyone.
Up earlier than most, I so enjoy sitting in a quiet space with a cup of coffee, contemplating the vast calm ocean before me. It is my muse this morning.By the time I took this photo, the scene had shifted a bit – but still it’s a quiet calming for me.
Moon is a sliver of silver; stars sparkle, shimmering steel in space; silky cirrus clouds slither across silent sky searching span for sanctuary.
Solitary soul seeks solace; a shield from shadows of secrets searing his serenity. Scanning skyward, he senses sanctuary in sacrament of silence, a sliver of silver shining still.
Written by Lindsey Ein and read aloud today at OLN LIVE, at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Image from Pixabay.com
We walk quietly through hushed forest. Tree tops shimmer-emerald in bright sun. Shaded lower branches, more soft-hued green.
Leaves wave in gentle wind. Sunray flickers through foliage, forms mosaic patterns upon our faces, upon our soft smiles.
We slowly walk deeper into calm. Birch trees, conifers, cypress, scent of damp pines. Ancient sentinels of passing time.
Powerful strength towers above as delicate ferns and wildflowers thrive in earth beside our feet. We revel in balance before our eyes.
In the midst of raw beauty, we embrace. Feel strength course through our beings. We will be back again and again, witness to the healing of this place.
Dedicated to Rob and Kathy. Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe.
Today, from 3 to 4 PM EST, poets from around the globe will meet LIVE, wth video and audio, to read aloud one poem of their choice, to visit with each other and lend their support to the creative endeavors of all. Come join us HERE and then click on the link provided for Thursday’s live session!
Can’t join us on Thursday?
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Some days I’d like to be in the midst of fog. Where mountains, yesterday tall and imposing, disappear today. Where ethereal moist clouds descend to earth, enveloping her in softness. Bring me serenity, as mist hovers over land, hides imposing granite walls too difficult to climb. Soften my being with the lightest of rain that pours not, rather drifts in swirls round my head, my eyes, my limbs. Take me to that weathered landscape where nature cajoles hatred into oblivion, and we simply marvel at beauty we did not recognize before. Take me there, if not in reality, then in dense dreams of solace, just for a little while. I crave escape.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today, from 3 to 4 PM Boston time, we shall gather face-to-face via GoogleMeet at OLN LIVE! Link to join can be found here at 3 PM or shortly thereafter. Just click and come join us! You’re invited to read a poem of your own…or simply sit in and listen…we’re a friendly bunch and it’s quite fun!
Claude Monet tiptoed through last night’s deep slumber. Wrapped my dream in glorious blooms, hushed pinks fading into hazy purple iris. Calmed my senses with myriad brushed greens. Dewed my eyes as undulating water lilies nudged me into wakefulness. I sit remembering and smile.
Quadrille written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Mish asks us to include the word “wrap” or a form of the word, within our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title.
Today, we have a tough prompt; what I call a sudoku prompt !
We are to write a duplex.Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.The only part of the requirements I did not follow was the bit about the last line. I like the way mine ended as is.
Photos taken some years ago when we visited Glendalough in Ireland. An absolutely beautiful and serene place. Saint Kevin is an Irish saint, known as the founder and first abbot of Glendalough in County Wicklow, Ireland. His feast day is June 3rd. He was born in 498 AD. After his ordination, he moved to Glendalough to live as a hermit in a partially man-made cave. His companions were the animals and birds around him. He lived as a hermit for seven years, wearing only animal skins, sleeping on stones and eating very sparingly. Soon others sought him out as a teacher and holy man. Glendalough grew into a renowned seminary of saints and scholars. Until his death around 618, Kevin presided over his monastary in Glendalough.
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