Valentine's Day ~ Still

Sanaa is hosting Poetics in the Pub reminding pub-goers that February 14th is fast approaching ~~ a day of expressing and receiving love!

Encore Post for Poets & Storytellers Friday Writings

Love is not simply 

roses in a vase

nor the wild rush

of youthful passion 

'tis echoes of laughter 

in an empty room

sweet warmth of voices 

laced in the air  

love does not leave

it lingers in 

stories I tell

and faces I once 

traced like poetry ~

'tis a bittersweet day

but I am still here

heart wide open 

writing new chapters ~

Leafy Fantasy

 Poetics Tuesday is here! Punam plays host in the Pub and asks us to write about Autumn's colors  ~~~~

with permission

Last night I wandered through a forest

painted in colors unnamed 

an autumn dream draped in wonder

Leaves were NOT red .. no .. 

they were emberwine

the tint of fire ignited at dusk

Gold? NOT in my world

instead they were sunquilt 

stitched from summer's final rays

Orange? they became spiceflare 

a crackle of cinnamon and clove in the air

Rust? NO. my trees wore bronzemelt

as if Earth had bent the sun's glow

Yellow? a breath of honeyshine

dripping from the sky

Leaves falling softly on my forest floor

I followed the trail until I woke

leaves still burning bright

in the quiet morning light 

Me. Me. Me.

I am one 

with the living world

I am the forest

I feel it in my bones

I am the ocean

it flows thru my veins

I love to forest-bathe

saltwater-frolic

'earthing' connects me to myself

nothing teaches humility better

than to be swept up

in the cosmos

experience ecstasy, find joy, sweet bliss

in my sometimes

confounding, confusing

universe

 In the dVerse Poets Pub, Punam asks us to concentrate on ourselves today ... compose the ultimate "Selfie" 

Ball Ground and The Daffodils

 It's Tuesday ~ time for Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub Poets Pub  Merril has provided us with a list of daffodil varieties. We are to use at least three in our poems, more if we choose. No required form or length, nor are we required to write about daffodils or spring ~~~ which means poetry options are limitless today. Yippee!

Gibbs Garden ~ Ball Ground, GA ~ I have visited many times

I used Golden Dawn, Love Call and Sentinel

~ the Appalachian foothills ~

whispers of nature weave through the air

this sanctuary where daffodils dance

in golden dawn

this tapestry of petals

where time stands still

i wander the labyrinth of pathways

lose myself in the beauty

surrounding me

in this oasis of serenity 

my weary soul is soothed

as day fades into dusk

daffodils take on a new guise

standing sentinel as shadows

dance among blooms

weaving tales of mystery and wonder

reminding me, beauty is fleeting

midst whispers of wind 

the love call of birds

my dreams take flight

time a distant memory.

Up and Over ~ A Chained Rictameter

 Lisa has us "leaping" into the dVerse Poets Pub   [after all, it IS Leap Year]

Sera Bryant ~ Unsplash

Leaping 

lords and lizards

a plague is upon us 

where do we run where do we hide

in a world filled with deep pain and horror

no place to run no place to hide

the duck, bob and the dodge

as futile as

leaping

Always

the same mistakes

we seem destined to make

poverty, disease and hunger

climate change, war and inequality

we have great minds and resources

yes there are solutions

fight the good fight

always

Rictameter is a scheme similar to Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again, 8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllable word you began with.