a poem in my pocket

dense tropical jungle hangs heavy
above our dugout canoe as we glide
stealthily on midnight blue waters
mottled with red glow of fluorescent
fish feeding along the muddy banks

our guide shines white flashlight
on canopy of trees that reflect neon
green and yellow back at wide eyes
straining to see into velvet black night

we hear coos, chirps, howls, screams
alongside and above us; both in far
distance beyond coffeed trunks, now
too close…beware a jaguar’s pounce!

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Melissa hosts at dVerse poets today. This poem was my first impression of Emil Nolde’s painting. After reading this article about the German expressionist artist also being a Nazi supporter, I wonder if he painted a river/path of blood? This was painted before his joining the “socialist” party but perhaps the violence is within us, waiting to come out…we cannot separate our art from who we truly are.

one final question

did we love each other well?

dearly departed

give flowers to the living

forgive before forgotten

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Looks like
winter iz doing
its zing today…
blowing horizontally
snowing astronomically
squirrel rollz itself in snowball
and zings across the driveway
“to the tree, to the tree!”
(to quote Dr. Zing Suess)
stay inside and read, I say,
eat chocolate with greed today.

De Jackson serves quadrilles and zingers today at dVerse poets…

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trickle creek gold dust

fuels greed for mother lode

boom~bust mining town

the sioux county archery club which has

to be their guest at their upcoming musical

(held on the third Tuesday of each month)

because it is an amazing experience —

being thrown out of a vehicle driving around,

(a little bit of inconvenience) and a strong dose of caution

stemmed from a report of an alcoholic beverage

found near the entrance building and the former

belle goes off to rescue her father; she encounters

unwanted marriage proposals from

about a dozen members and newcomers…

seating will be first come, first served!

These lines strung together from various articles in The Sioux Center News, Jan. 21, 2025 issue.

HE follows each of us…everyday, everywhere, every post!

But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. – Psalm 3:3 (ESV)

sun’s morning rays
lift eyelids awake
new day…i’m alive

open book of life
your words lift spirit
illuminate my mind

my body, a temple,
lift legs higher; time
to move lively now

thanks before meal
lift voice in prayer
given food for life

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Quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets where De (whimsygizmo) gives us a “lift” 🙂

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glass
butter churn
its paddles soar
grandkids test antique taste
history

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An elfjie is a little elven poem of 11 words in 5 lines; theme today is “soar”. See guidelines for form here. Thanks to David for hosting and Sarah Whiley for posting an interesting W3 prompt!