Grey skies, white blankets Cherry trees dream of blossoms – Spring in name only. Audiences wait Silent, for the Spring showing – Star is dawdling. Hawks cry our thoughts, recalling memories of bursting pink perfumed dots. Chipmunks munch pine nuts like popcorn, watching previews – cherry blossoms sleep. Before the glory of pink blossoms must…
Category: poetry
#MM — Saturday Mix — Love’s Return
Love’s Return Birds drift warm breezes, Calls echoing to each other, Then land on same branch. I listen for bells on sails Tinkling we’ll be kissing soon. Clear skies, winds westward. My schooner flies towards harbor; Birds drift overhead. Bells tinkle like your laughter; Warm breezes touch like your sighs. Sarah Weejars is…
WPP #1 — Said Mrs. Thomas McDonagh
Said Mrs. Thomas McDonagh Ears awake or drowned with sleep hear wailing Realize the voice I hear’s my own grevious flame Bound with a rough rope of sorrow in the dark Round the clock dying, anchored in the dark You’re beneath soil so far away, silently wailing Lost to smiles and hugs and home hearth’s…
#MM Music Challenge — Leaving it to others
Jim Adams is the astral projection admiring host of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Music Challenge. Jim says: The challenge today is to focus on [“I’d Love to Change the World,” by Ten Years After, written by Alvin Lee] and use it for a short story, a piece of flash fiction, or a poem that you can share…
dVerse — OLN 262 — Nature’s Intuition
Nature’s Intuition Seedy winter light is here, A tendril of Spring’s seasoned secret. Quiet colors lonely brown lichen. Cold blue frost murmurs how long; Bee breeze listens and asks when Nature’s intuition will give bright hymns Of daffodil and crocus. Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. I used The Oracle for this…
dVerse — Whispers from the beach
A gentle sizzled whoosh of roaring speech That never takes a chance to stop and rest A voice that always whispers from the beach The sand, now zoo of footprints pressed upon From webbed and clawed escapees of the sea Do not forget when water sole was on ‘Twas muffled then in distant gurgled…
dVerse — prosery 11 — Love’s End
I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. My first – age eighteen and doe-eyed for Billy who lived one farm over. We planned marriage after graduation, but in the fall of our senior year, Fay took him from me. Next – Mr. Murrow, boss at the department store when…
