anniversary pitch

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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)

simple graces

 

japanese matcha

boil and brew on hibachi

tea ceremony

pour into bowls, bow to friends

traditional chanoyu

 

tea kettle

photo & prompt – CDHK

prospero ano

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friendship first

 

friends love each other

not all loves are marriage but

spouses should be friends

 

best-friends

meme – CDHK

 

the peanuts club

The crawl space of childhood’s basement offered an obvious place for our secret club. We climbed red-bench invitation to reach spool knob and swing open a wide (but very short) plywood door; then clambered up, one-by-one, into our hide-out. Sliding over corrugated cardboard flooring, the first brave soul would pull the string to a single lightbulb. Neighborhood kids formed collaborative huddle amid boxes of empty canning jars and old books. Dark, cobwebbed corners added aura of mystery (not to mention arachnid fear) to our clandestine meetings. With conspiratorial whispers, we’d conduct official club business and ritual passing of candy before breaking out the “Peanuts” board game. Hanging out with Charlie Brown’s gang, we rolled the dice, collected comic character tiles, and took our turns in the “Booby Hatch”.

childhood memories

password protected clubhouse

friendship’s secret code

for Jean’s children

In honor of a dear family friend,  Jean (Holtrop) Sears.  For Sheila and Lon…

 

Grief is the thief
who steals our full
attention so abruptly
we lose focus on life.

Surprised by final loss
at end of long goodbye;
when body outlasts mind,
death’s blow is blunt reality

We cry for ourselves for
becoming motherless children
as we hold scattered memories
forever in our shattered hearts.

Sweet memories to keep
of one-and-only mother love;
wrapped in timely words, tight hugs,
and eyes smiling through tears.

Remember holiday gatherings with
enough food to feed a small army,
provision of a place to come home;
giving thanks for family and friends.

She encouraged us to be our best
but even if we disappointed her
forgiveness could always be found;
right now can be a new beginning.

Her loving influence yet evident,
revealed in lives of grandchildren;
by faith, she’s in God’s presence
and we will follow on the journey.