A flower of the midnight garden,
I am cocooned in dreams and lullabies.
My petals are words opening to the moon
(aching to be born) –
The solitude of night is home,
The silence is sweetness welling
anointing me with its perfume.
Here I am, a thought, a bud
waiting to be
beneath the vast expanse of galaxies.
I am mist that rises
when daybreak comes.
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Ah, it’s been a while.
laughter in the rain
a lovely refrain
to hear
what a happy strain -
giggles to contain
and bear
sulky days disdain
that heart that sustains
laughter
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linking with DVERSE POETS' PUB's Open Link Night
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Taunton, my Taunton
playground of a working man
where lawnmowers sing on weekends
and police cars run a merry-go-round
ii
mothers and children parade
on sidewalks between pockmocked roads
and stamp-sized yards
on their way to and from the nearby playground
iii
historic buildings gather round the downtown green
cars navigate the busy sort of roundabout
night comes and so does calm
street lights stand watch
iv
snow falls softly on frozen ground
windows across the road darkened one by one
as tired souls tucked themselves in
in their blankets’ warmth
For DVERSE POETS PUB’s Poetics: City love prompt.
The picture was taken two autumns ago at a war memorial near the city center.
Arise! Oh dear soul, the night is over.
The stormy seas have lost their power,
The lark ascending beholds green pastures.
Morning calls, incense rises from the bower.
This wandering heart has found her shelter.
Arise! Oh dear soul, the night is over.
Hear! Dreams of darkness never would conquer
a soul wholly given to her Maker.
The lark ascending beholds green pastures
where fair flowers stretch on to forever
and thorns bring comfort instead of torture.
Arise! Oh dear soul, the night is over.
Cry no more, your question found its answer
ever clear, ever true, will never waver.
The lark ascending beholds green pastures -
nestled in the bosom of her Master
she attains the fullness she’s been after.
Arise! Oh dear soul, the night is over.
The lark ascending beholds green pastures.
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This poem is a response to DVERSE’s Poetics prompt for today where Kim (https://writinginnorfolk.com) issued this challenge:
As the title suggested, my poem is inspired by Meditation from Thais, the interlude for the opera, Thais. The opera is about the conversion of the beautiful courtesan, Thais, through the efforts of a monk, Athanael. For more information about the opera, please click here.
For your enjoyment, here is the music.
November
the ache of souls
spilling from the dark skies
down into the world,
this valley of tears,
beads a prayer
swelling
from the stillness of heart
tears had fertilized.
Remember
a world unseen
cries.
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This is a poem inspired by DVERSE’s prompt for this Thursday, i.e., a Cherita –
"Form: the Cherita is a consecutive poetry form in three stanzas: a single line; a couplet; a tercet
[Rules are that it can be written solo or by up to three partners as well as being reversed in various combinations (called a cherita terbalik )] BUT for this prompt :-
Write your Cherita as amirrored/reflected 2 part form
1;2;3; and a second part of 3;2;1 line stanzas."
Tear the ether
be that heart
that art
that beat
that bathe
the hearth
the heat
the earth
rather bear
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This was written for DVERSE’s Anagrammatic Poetry prompt which has the following as rules:
” 1. Select a title of one word containing not more than 3 vowels and 4 consonants.
2. Try to find as many words that are using only the letter in the title
3. Combine this into a poem of your own
4. Do not use any punctuation in the poem”
Thank you for dropping by. I rarely get the chance to get blogging these days and take the chance when I can update this page (to somehow keep it alive). So, thank you again for reading. 🙂
My heart throbs
To the gentle hum of an ordinary day
Like a leaf kissed by summer breeze.
Moments breathe in the simple things
And in them have their sustenance –
Finding the match of a lonely sock
Scouring a pan until it is mirror-like –
Inconsequential, perhaps
But for these hands lost in the commonplace
A triumph
To be strung like pearls when the day is over
Worn over the soul, its unspoken prayer.
Narcissus, hyacinth
snowdrops, tulips -
above the dirt
their little heads poke
Not to be outdone
the dandelions sprout
sure of themselves
they know their worth.
They fill the fields
carefree, unabashed
as bright as sunshine
stretch the golden flood -
a feast for the bees
food for the hungry
relief for the achy
petals to dye for
intoxicating liquor
bane of the lawnmower
a harbinger of wishes
a torrent of sneezes
a child's sweet present -
dandelions and springtime
are one in my mind
beauty unfolding
in simplicity blooming
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DVERSE POETS' Weeds Rule, OK? prompt
The day is done her shift is over she treads the path in the edge of twilight she lets fall her mask unburdens her load finds herself - bare, unadorned, light - like a dandelion seed she soars towards the love of her soul. ****** Linking with DVERSE POETS PUB's Quadrille #172 - "Shift"
The hourglass had run out of sand
The attic had been emptied of memories -
Stillness rattles in my bones.
Deer frolic in the yard
turkey feast on the fruits of the vine
all their fear gone
The grass may now grow
seeds could now rise to the heavens
whenever and wherever they please
No more are the eyes watching the buttercup fill up with rain
No more are the hands anxiously tending the garden
The sundial waits in my shadow
as I, myself, am veiled with the shroud of night
My walls shiver at the grandfather clock
- tolling another mourning hour.
A lonesome bird sings the evensong
his frantic wings beating towards home.
I count my treasures in the dark
where suggestible senses hold little sway.
Moments tumbled through my fingers,
flickering shadows danced by candlelight.
Would that I could keep only joyful moments;
somehow laughter and tears look alike in the lens of time.
Could a rose be parted from her thorns
and still be one integrated whole?
This I know -
the sunflower that reigned supreme in summer
is the sunflower bowing her head to autumn
How sweet the night playing rain’s broken symphony -
I am where I should be.
MY WALL 