Tag Archives: poetry

Beyond [repost]

sun shining through trees

After days of rain,
Morning sunshine glows again.
Noisy birds approve.

Grass soft as frosting;
Leaves drizzling sugar dew;
Restful world awaits.

Curious cat roams
Beyond the manicured lawn
Into shadowed woods.

Ancient wings unfold,
As warm fresh blood approaches;
Magic spell is cast.

Cat comes home with eyes aflame:
Different somehow still the same.

~*~

Poetry form: haiku sonnet.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt (RIP).

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Tipsy [repost]

Romance wine sunset

Is it the wine making her tipsy,
Or the way he holds her gaze,
How he leans close and listens?
Even when she speaks in whispers,
He hears what she has to say.

The calypso music swirls her dizzy,
Or is it the wine making her tipsy?
They dance on the cold night sand,
Kiss in the blush of dawn,
A thousand lifetimes in one day.

His depth of darkness drives her on,
His mania whirls her crazy–
Or is it the wine making her tipsy?
Maybe she was sent to save him;
Maybe they’re both past damned.

Promises broken, promises made:
She grows giddy with his fusillade
Of excuses, but she understands.
Is it the wine making her tipsy?
Maybe just the clock’s soft ticking.

She drinks alone in her kitchen,
Windows misty, grey rain dripping;
Her mind circles ’round his mischief–
The walls go crooked, dipping, slipping…
It’s just the wine making her tipsy.

~*~

Poetic form: Anapeat.

Image from Pixabay.

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Not Black, Not A Dog [repost]

dramatic sunset clouds grey fire

It’s bright, it’s light, it’s
The bad cop, not
The good one. I’m in
A small stuffy room
Without a lawyer,
Without any water.
Every mistake is on the table,
Spread out like a deck
Of jokers,
Every one the death card.
The questions bullet;
I have no answers.
Water comes,
I remember medication
Or meditation. End of
Interrogation.
Twilight begins.
Welcome silence.
Not black,
Not a dog.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image is mine.

Empty [repost]

Dying rose in the dark

These empty, faceless days
Pass in a nameless haze;
A smorgasbord of news bites
Leaves our minds eaten away.
Should we be grateful or afraid?
Tomorrow promises the same;
Isolated from routines,
We adapt to this new distance–
Please stay six feet away.
Flower children, pressed inside
Our individual pages:
We remain solitary,
Confined, safe, waiting
To be allowed to play
Once again. To hold hands,
To hug and dance!
Will it ever be the same?
I wonder what
The history books will say
About us.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image from Pixabay.

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Like a Reprieve [repost]

Colorful sunrise couple

Like a reprieve
Comes the soft morning breeze;
An unwrinkled sheet between us,
Bisecting yet connecting
Blazing dreams
And cold quotidian chores.
We’re given a chance once more
To drift weightlessly,
Aimlessly,
In apricot-tinged hope
On an undemanding tightrope.
The thin glimmer of
Love’s gold shimmer
Becomes a carousel of birdsong
In this rose-petaled dawn.
Almost here,
Almost there—
We toss our hearts in the air,
Suspended,
Unrepentant.
One last shuddering streak—
Violet periwinkle pink—
Soon dissipates
In the bright eye of day.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image source Pixabay.

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Swimming Alone on an Empty Stomach [repost]

dark green ocean underwater

I’ve been swimming alone
For a long time…
The water
First too cold,
Now sublime;
I slide,
I glide
Through the darkness,
Blind.
My wounds smoothed over
Are all on the inside.
When I bump up against you,
All buttery sleekness,
There’s nothing to hold onto,
No pain,
No weakness.
Two circling seekers
Float on unmolested,
Swallowed by the vastness,
No point of connection.
Bubbles of potential
Drift along indifferent,
While stars shine beyond
This sea of solipsis.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.

Poetry form: free verse.

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Peculiar Moon [repost]

Peculiar Moon

I can’t say what possessed me
To wander that wild windy night;
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

Fog rolled in green as the sea,
As I was drawn to unearthly light.
I can’t say what possessed me.

Shadows danced ’round a bent tree,
And I was magnetized by the sight;
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

Then I joined them impulsively,
Cavorting while the stars shone bright;
I can’t say what possessed me.

We made merry naked and free;
My soul soared high as a kite.
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

At dawn I returned from the frenzy,
Emotions once again locked tight.
I can’t say what possessed me;
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

~*~

Poetry form: villanelle.

Image from Pixabay.

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Chasing Sunsets [repost]

OC_sunset

It’s been a good month of sunsets
Outside the conference room window,
Splashing down behind the old Hyatt–
A riot of violet, indigo, crimson.
As the days lengthen
And storms malinger,
The sky waits for my drive home,
Candy striping on my commute–
Watermelon, apricot, grape.
I stop at the fairgrounds
To take a shot of butterscotch
Streaking out of sight.
Summer will soon push them later,
After I’m inside for the night.
I tire early now;
One day I’ll see my last.
I wonder which kind it will be–
The glorious burst of final savage color,
Or a slow unremarkable fade to black?

~*~

Image is mine.

Poetry form: free verse.

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Light Paulas [repost]

Carnival mask

They’re out there somewhere…
Not a joke.
I catch glimpses of their lives
Floating through mine
Via misdirected emails:
The other Paula Lights.

One of them has DISH TV–
That might be nice,
All those channels.
I could watch anything
And everything!
Well, I do have trouble with choice;
This is known.

Another one, married,
Bought homeowners insurance;
They seem like a solid couple,
Smart financial planning.
I was like that once,
With a house and a husband,
Doing all the things
I was supposed to do.

Sad day–
One of the Paulas has a tribute page
Posted for a deceased relative.
The confirmation came to me.
(Please do not reply.)
I probably should have done
Something like that
For my parents.

One shops at Wal*Mart
And I get her alerts,
No way to unsubscribe.
She bought a granite-topped cart,
Which looks pretty cool.
I had a cart once,
In that house with the husband.
They’re convenient, at times:
Carts and husbands.

Fun! One of them just visited
Margaritaville Casino
In Bossier City (Bossier!),
Louisiana.
The casino asked me
If I enjoyed my stay–
I’m sure I did.

These other Paula Lights
Are in the Midwest,
Where I once lived too
Among the blizzards and ‘nadoes.
For all I know,
They’re the same person,
Or maybe they’re reflections of me,
The OP,
Living my parallel life.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image from Pixabay.

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Brumation [repost]

Cold-blooded…
Chilled mud
Slugs through
Snaky veins.
What must it be like
To have a body
That doesn’t
Keep your own heart warm?
Relying on a sunny morn
To shake off the torpor
And get kill-ready again?
Sliding into an icy pond,
The search for lunch
Turns slo-mo.
All you can do
Is poke your nose
Above the frozen surface
Until the gelatin mold
Returns to predator soup.
All these gator faces
Only trying to breathe,
Waiting out the freeze;
They know how to survive.
Basally alive,
Crocodile popsicles
Dream of electric blankets
And ready-to-eat sheep,
Hoping their soul mates
Aren’t cheating
In their sleep.

~*~

Image from Pinterest.

Poetry form: free verse.

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