Showing posts with label Poetics in the Pub!. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetics in the Pub!. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Beauty Surrounds

Merril has us swooning over an image of roses in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ she has  shared a list of names bestowed on the beauties ~ next come poems using a few of those names.     



Sunrise we greet ~ Summer Song sweet
Wind Rush and Sea Foam wherever we roam
Tangles that bind ~ Quicksilver mind
Restless we wander far from our home

No Surrender calls through the long night
White Wings are lifting our hearts into flight
Ebb Tide is pulling ~ soft and untrue
tell me oh tell me ~ will it be you

Peace like a whisper we never quite keep
drifting between us in shadow and sleep


*** If you are into music, 

my poem's rhythm should read 

like a waltz, a 6/8 time signature. 

Think the theme song from Outlander.


https://youtu.be/0pyRbHzWCAQ




Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Hear Me Roar!

 Time for Poetics in the dVerse Pub ~  Lisa is hosting and requests we write poems using sculpture as inspiration!    [ my fave Las Vegas place to sit and reflect ]


Marco Cochrane’s “Bliss Dance” is a 40-foot stainless-steel, mesh-skinned figure captured in a moment of uninhibited confidence, a transplant from the Burning Man festival that made a brief stop at the Great Lawn at San Francisco's Treasure Island before being purchased by MGM Resorts International. An arm extends out to balance a soft back kick, giving the nude form a full-bodied gesture of elegance and empowerment! 

Original poem, published in 2021, in Red.

Hear Me Roar

lecherous looks from men
on sidewalks / in classrooms / airports
i turn my head / tune them out
i don't need catcalls / low-pitched moans
under-the-breath whistles / vulgar gestures
i sing the music / in my mind
celebrate / at the very edge of my soul
stride / with unwavering grace
too big to ignore
hey guys / i've heard it all before

beyond the noise / beneath the skin
ancient blood hums / with untamed song
i am iron / wrapped in velvet skin
soft as petals / sharp as thorns
not just a voice / but an anthem
a thunder stitched / from silence and scars
my worth not measured / by your gaze
my power not granted / by your praise
reborn / untamed / unbowed
a force of nature / wild and wise