a poem in my pocket

In my dream, I’m captured as a young girl by gypsies while visiting Europe. I leave walking trail to pick wild flowers in wooded area and am taken away by Romani people in a brightly painted wagon pulled by dappled horse. We wander the Van Gogh landscape of hilly vineyards and loose haystacks humped in fields, finding temporary day work for local farmers. Every evening, we circle round the flickering campfire, listening to lively songs and loud stories. I join in the dances, wearing my head scarf, peasant blouse and flowing skirt; barefoot in the dirt.

gold bangle bracelets

gypsy smiles flash in firelight

accordion plays

free vintage clip art

sin city graffiti ditty

10 Apr 2018 16 Comments

by lynn__ in tanaga Tags: addicts, city, escort, gangstas, opiates, pimp, urban

downtown stubble rubs gritty

tenement windows broken

night escort working pretty

pimp keeps tight grip on token

street addicts living nitty

homeless die for opiates

poor men don’t want no pity

just need to beat jobless rates

how survive stinking city

urban education rules

alley thugs share thieves’ kitty

gangstas teach in dropout schools

In need of some urban renewal? Find more city poems with Jilly at dVerse Poets.

cinquain in pain

10 Apr 2018 1 Comment

by lynn__ in cinquain Tags: calving, farmer, midwife, pain, push, spring

A cinquain is a five line poem with first line as title and final line restates it. Syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2.

calving

farmer midwife

gets up at night to check

first time heifers need help birthing

spring push

photo by lynn

fruity freefall

09 Apr 2018 16 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: color, fruity, imagination, life, paintbrush, zip-lining

De at dVerse challenges us to write a quadrille (44 words) with a little “zip” in it!

hey, bae, it’s okay

take poetic time-out

creative juice surf’s up

let your imagination

go zip-lining!

paintbrush crush

colour your wourld

kiwi lime and cyanberry

don’t refrain

your right(eous) brain

from livin’ life out loud

make magnetic magic

taste tangy tangerine

whee feelin’ gigglee!

snow follows easter

08 Apr 2018 4 Comments

by lynn__ in haiku Tags: cock, storm, sun, wind, winter

“The cock crowing in the milky dawn thinks its call raises the sun;”

– René Daumal

old cock winter crows

easterly wind heralds storm

free image – pexels

red sun is rising

Haiku inspired by quote (Carpe Diem Haiku Kai) in less-than-inspiring weather.

grape arbor wine list

08 Apr 2018 10 Comments

by lynn__ in decastitch Tags: arbor, crystal, goblet, grapes, wine

Pirouette poem form is decastitch: 10 lines, line 5 is a “turn”, line 6 is identical to 5. Every line is 6 syllables. Rhyme optional. Link to dark side of the moon…

burgundy, chardonnay

varied fruity fragrance

pruned grapes on vineyard hill

sweet plumpness under sun

sniff bouquet, swirl to sip

from stemmed crystal goblet

pick optimum ripeness

wait for ferment to age

zinfandel, sauvignon