traveling in the wilderness

 

 

when everyone wears masks

not just the thugs—who can

tell the difference between

bank teller or bank robber?

depends who holds the gun,

i suppose, that’s how it goes

down around town now?

coronavirus makes everyday

an unpaid masquerade

 

 

who misses the kisses?

what deprivation of hugs?

if love is to die for then

who can tell the difference

between death by covid or

death from a lonely heart?

carry them out dressed in

hazmat suits—travelers

in wilderness of contagion

 

 

Linking to dVerse poets where Sarah offers titles as writing prompt…

memory bank

something to make you laugh

something to make you cry

something warm as blanket

something cool as icicles

something that shimmers silver

something that splashes blue

something soft as cotton

something sharp as needles

some things which are worth saving

some things which are best forgotten

 


Link to Tweetspeak Poetry where Callie Feyen asks: what is a memory?  I answered by expanding on this list poem.

2020 has not aged well

A documentary poem linked to dVerse poetics

Eighty-six years young,

energetic octogenarian

on outing with daughter

and husband, who can

vouch as eye-witnesses,

was seen walking around

the stockyards, up and

down stairs holding rails,

shared smoked turkey legs,

even stayed for evening

rodeo past usual bedtime.

 

 

Months later, following

corona-virus outbreak,

an old man walks out of

his assisted living home,

slips off curb behind his

parked car, recovers, sells

said vehicle, exchanges

for walker to roam halls

takes two naps daily,

even loses weight from

not eating well alone,

zoom marks 87th year.

 

 

 

 

color tones

if jazz is blue, then
blues play cerulean

rock & roll thumps a
loudly violent violet

rap taps bold blood,
so immodestly garnet

country music waxes
into mellow marigold

gospel soothes with its
rich emerald harmony

while classical sounds
notably black & white


Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sense leads to automatic, involuntary experiences of a second one.  Seeing music as colors is one form of synesthesia.  (recent prompt by Grace at dVerse poets)

Folly’s countdown

10 – Force changes from top down instead of allowing choices.

9 – Throw out rule of law (baby) to get rid of injustice (bathwater).

8 – Define diversity to mean all people must talk and think alike.

7 – Censor any contradicting opinions or disagreeable science.

6 – Hope that weak family bonds will strengthen social fabric.

5 – Live entitled; expect government to supply every need.

4 – Assign politicians as gods in control of natural disasters.

3 – Incentivize irresponsibility while punishing productivity.

2 – Promote mob rule as higher value than individual rights.

1 – Polarize the public, demonize dissenters, create civil chaos.

 


It’s not very poetic, more of a list on the “folly” themelinking to dVerse 🙂

home builder sonnet

if one drafts blueprints for a lovely home
you must consider every detail well,
for family and friends to feel welcome
and when you leave the property will sell.

place windows to allow natural light
yet insulate to conserve energy
do you want doors a standard width and height?
should you design with perfect symmetry?

plan how to best use space in every room
a basement or a second floor include?
back deck or outdoor patio presume
to bring fresh air and set a pleasant mood

’tis folly if foundation’s not secure
stability of residence… be sure!


True for building a house, a life, or a nation.  Join the follies at dVerse  🙂

heartwarming

snowflakes come early

relive vacation photos

daydream of beaches

fading fast

garden of summers past

held a palmed rose

colours of petals everlast

in memory’s soft repose

 

final flower sighed tears

under dying sun’s pale heat

dreams wilt in urgent fears

sad colours earned retreat

 

 

Based on five charms (phrases) taken from Samuel Greenberg’s “The Pale Impromptu” (1915): a palmed rose, flower sighed tears, pale heat, urgent fears, colours earned retreat. Laura hosts at dVerse poets pub tonight.

proven theory

Linking to dVerse poets where De hosts “magnetic” quadrilles

when a man is a man
and woman is woman
basic biology
may prove to be
an initial distraction
which if pursued can lead
to powerful pull of
an opposite attraction
poles easily magnetized, idealized,
romanticized, even scandalized
are predictable results
of scientific methodology

”Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.” (Song of Songs 8:4)

FALLing out of love

I’m grateful for harvest yet weary of politics and COVID 19…

i’m falling out of love

with fall, that’s all…

a seasonal thing that

marks end of our fling

gorgeous colors nearly past

victims of wind’s chilly blast

old trees embarrassed to undress and

wheelbarrow shows oxidized distress

smoke from fire numbs my nose

garden hose lies stiffly froze

harvest moon wanes from full glow

day turns gray and threatens snow

my gloved fingers feel a tingle

much too soon for sleigh bells jingle

gathered crops leave dry fields bare

dusty roads don’t give a care

rejected pumpkin left to rot…

seems fall, after all, loves me not.

itinerary

Join dVerse where Sarah gives us 3 little words to find our way around London….I chose frost/driven/proper which pinpoint Penguin Beach 🙂

 

if ever you’re in London

a’wandering and lost,  be

sure to wear tweed sweater

to shield you from the frost.

 

if wet and woolly weather

has driven Brits indoors,

enjoy their spiced hot toddy

before you explore the moors.

 

if adventures zoological

are within a cabbie’s reach,

please rent proper tuxedo

to go visit Penguin Beach!

autumn’s gallery

Image source and link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

van gogh’s sunny art

birds wait as seed snacks ripen

farm weed in flower

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