watercolor verse

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Sky full of kites

or hot air balloons,

Parasol canopy or

favorite cartoons,

 

Gram’s flower pots

and sweet jelly beans,

Flags of all countries,

kaleidoscope dreams,

 

To color with crayons or

blow bubbles oblate;

God creates rainbows

— then we imitate!

 


A poem for children…and prompt hosted by Bjorn at dVerse.  (Image from pxhere.)

peace…and quiet?

 

pack me light

stamped for camp

undress the stress

in quiet wilderness

 

where grass rustles

stream gurgles clear

beaver crew bustles

clouds thunder near

 

meadow lark sings

mosquitos start riot

forest tree rings

stones, alone, silent

 


Listen to the “sounds of silence” with Dwight tonight at dVerse Poets pub…

 

anniversary pitch

Unknown

 

 

world of poets

online experience rich

blogger friends

a tapestry stitch

 

poetic minds wander like seven year itch

 

often words flow

without a hitch

but some prompts

induce writer’s glitch

while various sites

may bait and switch,

 

d’Verse welcomes all to find their niche!

 

 


Celebrate with us at dVerse Poetics Pub…cheers to seven years! (Pinterest quote by Markus Zusak)

birdie’s b & b

breakfast

image from Carpe Diem

 

morning of wedding
in small town setting
pass the raspberry jam

baskets of muffins
platters of melons
eggs with sausage & ham

under the arbor
of appetite’s ardor
the groom, his men & fam

raise teacups to toast us
(july sun ’bout roasts us)
antique china serves glam!

 

 

 

 

 

 


Eleven years ago today, our oldest son married his sweet bride in Corsica, S. Dakota. Our hostess served us a sumptuous breakfast out in the orchard.

dirt is to dig

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it’s spring! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
while birds and bees MAY flirt

oh spring! i need to dig in dirt
even if knees might hurt and
fingernails witness a mess

let’s sing! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness

 


Yes, I like to dig in the dirt. Worms make me happy because they enrich the soil. Everyone should have a little plot of land or a pot of dirt to dig in. Gardening is an elemental activity, part of our DNA code; our calling to work the ground and take care of the earth. Photo taken by me with one hand, holding favorite garden trowel with other 🙂

 

inheritance

 

Mother died, age twenty-five

(of flu-asthma complication)

I, barely 16 months & weaned,

bereft.  of primal-love relation.

 

Passed fears of childhood years

(growing up with best-step brother)

when mom’s older sister said to me,

“you remind me of your mother.”

 

“Oh, tell me how, right now” I cried

breath-bated wait for answer

she smiled at me and said, ”I see

it’s plain-obvious in your manner,

 

Voice like hers & when you speak

your hands move just as hers had”

precious-treasure words I heard…

while mirror says I look like dad!

 

 

Kim is hosting inherited “body image” poetics prompt at dVerse Poets

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on weathering spring snowstorm

This could be a lullaby or children’s poem but kind of romantic too…what do you think?    The repeating question and rhythm is similar to a wonderful children’s bedtime book, Where Does the Brown Bear Go? by Nicki Weiss. 

 

where do red robins go

my love, do you know

where do red robins go

when it snows?

 

they hide in evergreen

branches, soft and low

they hide in evergreens

when it snows.

 

but where do sparrows go

my love, do you know

where little sparrows go

when it blows?

 

they don’t mind the cold

watch the birds to know

how to cuddle ~this~ close

when it blows!

 

 

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a promise is to keep

double bands of shiny gold

worth more than karats

love’s forever promise bold

heartfire’s diamond facets

 

God witnesses our vow

joyful organ music plays

life as farmer’s wife now

better together…we stay

 

lost my wedding ring

after laying it down

while wall-papering;

forgotten with frown

 

replace with simple band

but heart hurt for a time

when mother passed away

her diamond became mine

 

set her lovely gem in gold

with another band below

blessings of our sons be told;

five small diamonds in a row

 

jeweled gift as valued token

from one lover to another

living out our pledges spoken

create family, father, mother.

 

 

 


Linking to d’Verse Poetics with Sarah’s “love token” prompt!

millennial ninjitsu

 

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“ninja”

 

my mom’s a secret ninja

she’s trained~yes, that’s a fact

in ancient arts of sabotage

(it’s cooking skills she lacks)

she’s stealthy and she’s deadly

~real domestic arson hack~

our kitchen sink is piled high

with pots that she burned black!

 

 

 


Just for fun…you didn’t assume it was (auto)biographical, did you?!

 

move over, edward lear

 

Mastodon and pussycat went to sea

in a canoe without any oars.

Said Mastodon to Kitty, “Isn’t it pretty,

this mirrored reflection of stars?”

Replied puss to pachyderm,

“Move a little astern, your trunk

is blocking my view.”

So he took a step back but,

alas and alack! stars scattered

as boat tipped in deep blue…

 

…which may be why mastodons are extinct and cats hate water 😉

 


Linking with dVerse Poets prompt featuring artwork by Catrin Welz-Stein.

love’s crowning fruit

Linking this ghazal to February “red crush” prompt HERE. The ghazal is a traditional Arabian verse form with the first two lines ending in the same refrain, which is then repeated at the end of each stanza. The ghazal consists of at least five, but often up to fifteen, two-line stanzas. Each stanza should be independent, but should tie together with the whole. The final stanza is a signature, where the author can use his/her name to seal the poem.The lines should be of similar length and rhythm. Themes are traditionally on love’s longing and directed to the Beloved. (Note: With subjects like romantic love, many of us tell ourselves pretty stories…this may be one such “confabulation”).

 

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photo credit: care@com.

 

Write sweet poetry to heart’s secret red crush;

can mere words awaken love’s latent red crush?

pluck ripe pomegranates from leafy tree lush;

cut fruit in two, reveal cherished red crush.

rose petaled kisses may entice lovers’ hush,

romancing soft velvet of luscious red crush.

delight of the garden in Persia and Cush,

heaven’s seeds float serene in pulpy red crush.

massage scented cream on skin’s passionate blush;

circle neck with bright garnets of  jeweled red crush.

freshly squeezed pom juice powers energy rush;

whether iced or served hot, savor flavor’s red crush

Valentine birthday doubles married love’s mush…

desires’ conversation with lynn’s only red crush  😉

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“Let us go early to the vineyards… and if the pomegranates are in bloom…there I will give you my love.”                                                 – Song of Songs 7:12

whimsical banquet of delight

A quadrille (exactly 44 words) for Victoria’s poem prompt at dVerse this week. We recently visited Princeville Botanical Gardens in Kauai and enjoyed a fabulous tour!

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Tour of

garden botanical

on island tropical

inspires poetical verse.

 

We admire

foliage fantastical

blossoms symmetrical

design creational diverse.

 

To explain

health benefits topical

know ripe fruits medicinal

guide is natural nurse.

 

To taste

dark chocolate delectable

cacao content palatable

tourist opens available purse!

 

 

 

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